Chapter 3:

Sylar sighed. He hadn't been able to paint anything for hours. To be honest with himself, he had only been thinking of Rena. But, when he tried to paint her, all he got was a red eye and part of a black wing. The six paintings he had of it confused him beyond all reason.

Sylar turned his sights to the card, glaring hatefully at it. Sylar knew he needed to move, but couldn't seem to work up the courage to call the number.

'God damn,' he thought, running a hand through his hair. 'I've become a coward in less then a day, all because of a girl. What? Am I scared she' going to answer the phone, then come through it and attack me?'

He flicked his wrist and the card came over to him. While his eyes ran over the number, Sylar motioned the phone to come to him. Just as he started dialing, he heard shouting outside.

When he looked out the door, he saw two cops on the ground, and one chasing after a girl, yelling at her to stop.

'Wait a minute,' Sylar thought, trying to get a better look at the girl. 'She looks a lot like….Rena!'

She was running in the direction of the loft, but he didn't want to call out. So, Sylar pressed his back up against the wall and used his hearing. When he heard her footsteps thundering right by him, Sylar shot his arm out. His hand wrapped around her wrist and he pinned her to him. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other over her mouth.

When Rena began to struggle, he took the hand from her mouth and ran it through her hair.

"Shhhh, it's just me," Sylar whispered, hoping she did remember who 'me' was. Rena instantly relaxed and instead leaned into him.

The cops ran by, shouting to go down the alley and across the street. They were shoving through pedestrians, yelling for her to come out. Sylar felt Rena laugh a little, and mumble something about 'moronic cops.'

He waited a few minutes, making sure the cops were out of sight. When he was positive she was gone, he grabbed Rena's hand and brought her in the loft.

Rena looked up at him. "So, I guess you want and explanation." She said, still looking at him.

Sylar nodded, not caring that he was still holding her hand.