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Sylar and some random chick

Mountains

"So are you special?" The girl repeated to Sylar. "You can tell me you know, I think it's cool so I won't turn you in. I've always wanted to be special."

"Well yes, I am special. I'll never be able to show it though, with all these laws." Sylar growled. "They're the worst, none of us are free. I can't find them when they're expertly hidden."

"What?" The girl asked, with a confused expression on her face. "Why are you looking for them?" She followed Sylar's gaze to the beat up gravestone. She studied it for a moment before turning back to him… "Sylar?"

"Yes I am." He replied, his mouth curling into a grin, "Good job… it took you long enough."

"Who's that?" She finished.

Sylar turned to her, "Who is Sylar?" He growled, "How can you not know?"

"Never heard of you." She shrugged, "What's there to know?"

"I'm only the most special person there is… or close to it." Sylar snarled, "I kill the less deserving special ones and take what they have."

The girl stared at him without making a move or sound.

"Scared?" Sylar asked.

"No. You'll find that I'm not special." The girl folded her arms and stared him up and down. "So why do you kill?"

"I used to be nothing, the watchmaker's son but I've shed that alias. I'm Sylar now, I kill because people have been blessed with abilities they take advantage of… they don't deserve them. I do. So I take it. I want to be special."

"Well that's—"

"My mother always told me 'You can be something one day, Gabriel… even president if you try.'" He paused, getting the bitterness out of his voice, "I tried to believe that I didn't need to be anything more than what I was, but I could never succeed."

"Well that was long." The girl sighed, "Not really but the boringness made it seem like it."

"Whatever. You wouldn't understand." Sylar sighed as well.

"Now that I think about it… that sounds almost fun." Her eyes moved towards Sylar's, "I mean think about it, think about what you can do to stop the oppression… who's behind it all? The President… with your abilities… you can stop him. The others will see you as a hero."

"How? With the numbers I've killed, there's no way they'll start to like me."

"At least you can start to redeem yourself."

Sylar turned away from her. She made a damn good point, almost to where Sylar wanted to reject it because she was right.

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The Bennet's

The Bennet Residence, Odessa, Texas

The loud high pitched ringing jerked Noah Bennet from his sleep. He grunted and yawned, reaching blindly for the source of the ringing. He rolled fully over, startling a sleeping Mr. Muggles. He finally gripped the cold, slim cell phone and flipped it open.

"Hello?" He yawned again, replacing his signature horn rimmed glasses on the tip of his nose.

"Bennet. Your assignment's been sighted. She's in northern Florida. You need to get there now." Thompson's voice sounded tired and annoyed, yet happy and excited at the same time.

"Understood, I'm on my way." Noah replied, "I'll set up a team." He closed the cell phone and flipped the light on.

"What's wrong dear?" His sleepy wife asked.

"There's an emergency at the factory." Bennet said, "It's nothing out of the ordinary."

"Alright… so you have to leave?"

"Yeah. Go back to sleep dear, I'll be back soon." Noah disappeared into the closet after turning the light back off.

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Docks

Northern Florida

The one bad thing about running from an armed stranger at night, besides the whole situation, was the fact that it was so dark. Claire turned around for a split second to see who was firing at her and suddenly, she was in the water. Before she had time to think she was sinking. The water was pitch black and she had no clue what was swimming in it, let alone how she could get out of it.

Rob skidded to a halt at the end of the boardwalk. "Damn thieves." He growled, and then another man joined him.

"She try to kill you?" He asked.

"Broke into my house, I'd a shot her if she hadn't gone off the edge." Rob replied, shaking his head and putting the shotgun over his shoulder.

"Shoot her?" The man next to him exclaimed, "Are you mad? She's all over the news, you catch her and you're rich! We gotta get her."

Claire sunk pretty deep in the water before pulling herself to the surface. She gasped for air and panted, pushing her wet hair from her face. She heard the men talking above and swam towards the under-side of the boardwalk. She listened carefully, the one was saying that they needed to catch her. She cursed silently and pushed herself farther under the boardwalk.

Rob and the other man, Jim, got down on their knees and looked off into the water. Rob's friend came back with a flashlight and a phone. "I called the police; they said they'd be right over."

"Good." Jim nodded and took the flashlight, shining it around the water, "Hopefully, she didn't drown."

Claire almost chuckled; she would have if the other man didn't mention the cops. She needed to think quick, the police were quick and they would surely catch her, she looked around and saw a ladder and a boat. Neither would help, maybe the ladder but it was right next to her three assailants. She moved swiftly through the water towards the wall where the boardwalk ended and street began.

Rob heard her movement. "I heard her." He announced in a hushed voice, looking below him, through the planks. "Give me the flashlight." With it, he shined it below. Jim got up and went around back to the concrete and looked around the water. He didn't see anything because the boat was in the way.

Suddenly there was a splash. The three men all immediately looked over to the other side of the dock. Claire knew that if she climbed the ladder they would hear her, she got a better plan. She climbed the rope on the opposite side of the boat. Once on the deck, still dripping, she went down below to see if there was anything that could help her.

"Just a gull." Rob said, they all looked back to the water, "Where the hell did she go?" After he said that there were sirens heard all around. Three police cars came down the road to the boardwalk.

Claire heard the cars from her spot in the boat. She cursed again and continued to rummage through the stuff. There was nothing she could use, not even a phone. There was really nothing that was of any use to anyone in there. She retreated from the cabin and back to where the stairs were, looking at her options. They were going to find her in the boat eventually. So she was not safe, there were barely any ways to escape and the cops were right there.

An officer came from the inside of the car and shook hands with the three men. "Where is she?" He asked, looking around.

"We don't know, she jumped in the water and we haven't seen her since…" Rob sighed.

"We'll find her." The cop nodded, "All units, spread out and search for her, do not shoot her, we need her alive."

Each cop got out of the cars, there was six in all. Each went in a different direction, shining their flashlights into the water and around. One cop crossed the plank and onto the small boat.

Claire felt the small amount of weight added to the boat. She looked up the stairs, wide-eyed, and then went swiftly back to the bedroom.

"We won't hurt you." The officer said to Claire, not exactly sure if she was on board. He circled the deck and noticed the hatch was cracked open. He opened it and proceeded to the bottom deck.

Claire gulped; she pushed herself into the closet, holding onto the door to keep it shut. She heard the officer's footsteps echo on the carpeted floor. He came into the bedroom area and looked under the bed, then into the bathroom.

"Don't worry, Claire." He said, "We only want to test your power… but we heard you're very good at escaping. You don't want to escape though. You're valuable. You won't be hurt."

Claire mentally cursed, keeping still and silent, she heard the footsteps come towards the closet. He pulled on the handle but it didn't budge. Claire held the handle on the inside, squeezing her eyes shut, the adrenaline was helping her keep it shut. The cop looked down and noticed a key-slot. He sighed and looked around the room again, and then he left. Claire let out a sigh of relief once she heard the hatch close, but she didn't want to move yet. Once she was confident that the man left, she pushed the door open and came out silently. But something wasn't right. She looked towards the hatch and suddenly the wind was knocked… no, thrown out of her.

The other officers outside had all returned saying the same thing "She's gone." The main officer cursed. "She cannot be gone. We can't be fooled by a sixteen year old. What are we?!"

"We never saw her leave the water." Rob reminded him, "She's still here."

"Unless she has more than one 'ability'" Jim added, "Its possible right?"

"I wouldn't doubt it." The officer sighed, "Officers, look again, send someone into the water if you have to."

Then everyone heard a scream, Claire's scream. She hit the carpeted floor with a loud thump. She didn't even have time to register that she'd been caught when the handcuffs had already come out. The man pulled her arms behind her and secured them with the metal cuffs. He took his elbow off of her neck and pulled her up, then spoke into his radio "Suspect apprehended, I repeat, suspect apprehended."

The officer was very proud of himself, he helped Claire up the stairs gently and onto the dock, "You thought you were good, eh?" He chuckled, "Honey the police force doesn't let a sixteen year old girl evade us even if she is super-powered."