"What the heck?" I said and walked over to Peter. "How long have you been here?"
"I followed you," he said. "I wanted to see if I recognized that guy…and I do. There is no way I'm going to let you see him again."
"What? Why the hell not?" I asked angrily.
Peter leaned in. "That man is Sylar," he said in a serious tone.
"No way," I said. "He's too nice. If that was Sylar, I'd already be dead."
"Well consider yourself dead if you see him again," Peter said. "He never did answer your questions before Nathan called did he? The ones about how he knew who I was and why Sylar hasn't killed him yet."
I thought for a second.
"Believe me," Peter said and stepped back. "I got a very close look at him, and that guy is Sylar. Gabriel Gray is his real name. Sylar is just a nickname."
I sighed and let myself drop down to the couch. "Just when I thought I found a nice guy that wasn't a jerk," I said and messed with my hair, "he turns out to be more than a jerk."
Peter looked down. I could tell he was thinking about Simone. I felt so bad. I was here complaining about a guy I had just met the day before, and Peter just lost his girlfriend. I got up again and walked over to Peter. I moved some of his hair from his face and noticed a lone tear slowly making its way down his right cheek. I sighed from sadness and hugged him.
"Peter, I'm so sorry." I said as he hugged back. I found myself almost crying as well. We stood there for a minute, comforting each other, then Peter let go and I stepped away. He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.
"You better go pack," he said. "I'll go get Nathan and Claire."
I got done packing about an hour after Peter left. He said we were probably going to leave really late that night. He booked us all in different hotels near each other in Queens. Our hotels weren't very far from where we lived in Manhattan. Maybe like, a half-hour. We decided that Nathan would take with him, his wife and kids because if Sylar were to go to their house and not find Nathan, he could go after his family. So at about mid night, we embarked on our journey to Queens. Peter drove with Claire and his mom, and led the way, while Nathan followed with his family. I was last in line as we drove and I drove alone. Earlier that day, Nathan had contacted the automotive service that had taken my car and found that my car could not be fixed. So Nathan bought me a brand new car of the same type. I was surprised. I mean, he's got the money but I guess that's what can happen when you're just as close to your cousin as their sibling. It was true. The three of us had always been close. I was like another sibling to them, and they were like brothers to me.
Anyway, after a while of driving, we were on a road that had forests on both sides of it. I was still behind Nathan but no one was following me. At least from what I could see so didn't bother looking in the rear-view mirror for a while. After of few minutes, my car started to slow down. Not like I was stepping on the brake or it was running out of gas, but it felt like something was holding it back. It felt like I was driving through I large puddle of tar. I finally looked in my rear-view mirror again and someone was now behind me. Not close behind me, actually, they were pretty far behind me. Anyway, I put my emergency lights on and pulled over. I grabbed my phone, unbuckled myself, and got out of the car. I looked at the road behind me and noticed my car was leaving tire tracks. I then noticed my tires definitely did not look normal. I squatted down to look at the front tire on the driver's side.
"What the hell?"
My tires were completely melting away. I stood back up and dialed Nathan's cell number on my phone.
"Hello?"
"What kind of car did you buy me, Nathan?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" he asked, and must have looked in his rear view mirror because then he said, "Where are you?"
"I had to stop further back." I replied and looked back at the road. The car that was behind me, caught up, and was now pulling over behind my car. "My tires…melted…or something."
"Your tires what?"
"I don't know what just happened."
"Okay, just stay there. I'll call and tell Peter to turn around."
I hung up the phone and saw the figure of a man step out of the driver's side of the car that just pulled over behind mine. I assumed he pulled over to help.
"Do you know what ability Sylar stole from a man named Zane Taylor?" the man asked in a very familiar voice. My phone suddenly flew out of my hand and into the grass and I froze. "The ability to melt things," he said.
The next chapter will be up soon hopefully!