"My name's Mangle by the way." I said, scooping out a gooey mixture from a bowl and slopping it onto a pan. Because I didn't have a waffle iron, the waffles had become pancakes. By now, I had reverted back to my beautiful illusion, though I sensed Sylar didn't like that so much. Oh well.

"It says in your file that your name is Melangel..." Sylar noted. I pulled a face.

"Yeah, first of all don't call me that." I requested bluntly, "And secondly, W-T-F? What file are you talking about?" Who the hell was keeping a file on me?

Sylar smirked, "Don't you watch the news? People like us are getting hunted down by the government."

My eyes widened, "They need to seriously up their security. I mean, how does super-powered enemy number one get his hands on government files?"

"By asking nicely."

I urged Sylar to elaborate as I went to sit next to him. He went on to tell me all about the government plans to kidnap people with abilities, led by the hypocritical flying senator, Nathan Petrelli. Then Sylar told me about Danko, who he had coerced into a deal. They both wanted people with abilities dead, so the match seemed like one made in heaven.

I laughed, "Is this guy brain-dead? I mean, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that you're probably going to kill him."

"He's probably going to try and kill me first." Sylar replied, amused by the thought. I started laughing again, and then coughed a little.

"Is something burning?" I asked, and Sylar pointed me in the direction of my stove, which was swathed in a black cloud. I jumped in surprise, having completely forgotten about the pancakes I was supposed to be making. I swore and quickly started over to my stove, but I didn't need to. Like magic, the cloud of smoke rushed out a window, the charcoal pancakes dropped themselves in the trash and the pan floated to the sink.

"Okay. Best. Ability. Ever." I remarked, referring to Sylar's telekinesis.

"Maybe you should forget about trying to cook for now." He suggested.

I snickered, "Yeah, maybe," My eyes flicked to the door, "Um, should I be worried about a bunch of government goons coming to take me away? I mean, if they have a file on me..." I shrugged, evidencing my lack of serious concern, and Sylar shook his head.

"The 'government goons' know what you are." Sylar explained, "They're afraid to come after you."

"No kidding?" I asked happily, proud that I could scare a troupe of gun-wielding semi-soldiers.

Sylar nodded a little, "If they had known you were just a ditz, I don't think they'd hesitate to take you down."

I put my hands on my hips and frowned at him, "Oh, really? Remind me again; who won the fight we just now had, and who ended up with my arm through their cranium?"

Sylar laughed at me, "I let you win because you were a ditz."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, sweetheart." I threw my hands up in mock exasperation. Instinctively, I opened up the fridge and pulled out two cold bottles, "Have a drink?" I offered, holding up one of them. As it floated out of my hand, I leaned against the counter.

"So. What's the deal with Elle now?" I asked. It was merely out of curiosity, of course. All at once, a wave of sadness came off of Sylar, and I was nearly knocked over by it.

"She's dead"

I cursed myself for having brought this up, "I'm sorry."

His expression was unreadable, though the sadness had definitely subsided, as he said, "Don't be. I'm the one who killed her." He looked at my skeptically, "How did you remember Elle? I mentioned her once, in passing..."

"Um, because YOU told me." I answered, "Once I figured out that you and I had the same, ah, 'issues', a lot of memories linked to you sorta cleared up real good."

"That makes sense." Sylar admitted, "When I realized what you were, I couldn't get you out of my head."

"Wait a minute." I said, standing, "You knew what I was? When?"

"It was after you came in my shop the first time." He explained, "As soon as I knew what I was, I knew what you were."

"You knew what would happen to me," I seethed, "And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't want you to know you were special," Sylar stated, "I wanted to be the only one."

I could relate to that. The need to be important had driven me to kill, after all. It could definitely drive Sylar to lie.

"Okay," I replied, and smiled, "But what happened next? I mean after I met you way back when, you did, like, stuff. A lot of stuff," I giggled, "You're freaking Sylar! I gotta hear your story."

Sylar gave me an 'are you some kind of stupid?' look, "So," He asked sarcastically, "You want me to tell you everything that has happened to me, from the point we first met, to right now?"

"Yes." I nodded.

"That isn't a short story."

"Yeah," I agreed, sitting back down next to him, "But I'll bet it's awesome!"

Sylar smiled, and with that began telling me the story. The Explosion, the Shanti Virus, Mexico, The Petrellis, all of it. I was not wrong. From the people he'd met, and killed, to the situations he'd found himself in, the story of Sylar's life was awesome, and for hours that night, he told me the whole thing.

Author notes:

ugh, this chapter is so boring! I couldn't find a way of explaining things without these two having a long conversation. Sigh, I need some help to make this suck less. Also, a name for the chapter would be nice, if anyone is up for a challenge.

Oh, and I just remembered! Obani joined the Sarmy today. Yay!