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Sylar woke up to the sound of a microwave. Mohinder was in the
next room making tea.

Sylar smiled to himself as he remembered last night.
"I have never met someone so fearless before. She's
amazing!" He thought as he put his hands behind his head.

He has been feeling a new kind of emotion. An emotion
that he has never felt before that's nothing like rage, anger,
fury, or any other kind of negative feeling. It was something
so strong and fragile.

"Zane? Are you up, my friend?" Mohinder said as he prepared
tea.

Sylar got up from the bed and got dressed.
"Yeah. I'll be out in a minute. Has Candice called?"

"Yeah she did. She said we can go in half an hour. She seemed
abit strange though."

Sylar looked up at him and walked into the kitchen, looking
intensely at Mohinder.

"Really? How so? Is she alright?"

Mohinder handed Sylar a cup.

"She just seemed abit alert and her voice was a bit shaky."

Sylar looked at the floor. 'I hope she doesnt tell him about last
night. If she does, he'll suspect. He did see me leave.'

Mohinder noticed the worry on Sylar's face. He thought it was
kinda cute how he cared about her.

"Don't worry, Zane. Whatever it is that's bothering her, I'm sure
she'll tell us."

Mohinder finished his tea and graped the keys and his sweater.

"Yeah... I'm sure she will..." Sylar said to himself, still thinking if he
should or should not kill her.

As they were getting inside the car, Mohinder realized the
scratch on "Zane's" neck.

"Zane! What happened to your neck?!" Mohinder said quite
alert.

Sylar looked at his neck through the mirror. He forgot about
the scratch that Candice left when she put her knife to his neck.

"Oh... that?" Sylar said as he tried to come up with a good excuse.

"That's nothing. I scratched myself on the ...thing.." He said, hoping
that Mohinder would drop the subject.

It wasnt a deep scratch, but it looked painful.

"What thing?" Mohinder said, without starting the car.

"You know. That thing in our room... you know..."

Mohinder was deeply confused.

"No I don't know!"

Sylar quickly thought of something from the top of his head.

"I fell of the bed and I scratched myself with the corner of the
bed. It's nothing."

"Oh. Why didn't you say so?" Mohinder said and started the car.

"Because it's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"Fell of the bed and scratched myself with the corner...?
Good grief, Sylar! Couln't you have think of something
better?" He thought to himself as he rubbed his head.

Sylar contemplated in his head wether he was gonna kill her.
He couln't let her escape because of a feeling he had.
That's all it is. A feeling that will probably go away. He wasn't
gonna back down or soften up because of some gorgeous
brunette.

'I am what I am and who I am. And I am Sylar. And nothing
and no one is going to change me...'

As they were pulling up to her gate, that familiar feeling took
over Sylar once more. His heart was going out of control, racing fast.
His hands were sweating, and another body part was also acting up.

"Oh no... Not again..." He thought as he started breathing hard.

Mohinder parked the car and looked at Sylar before getting out.

"Zane, are you alright?"

Sylar shook his head and smiled at Mohinder.

"Yeah... of course! I'm just a bit tired is all."

They both got out of the car and every step Sylar took
to her front door was harder than the last.

Mohinder knocked on the door.

"Coming coming coming!!"

Sylar could hear her running footsteps inside.

When she opened the door, Sylar thought he was gonna
pass out.

And sadly... he did.

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