A/N: Here is Chapter 2! I'd really appreciate it if you'd drop a review at the bottom, good or bad, it helps my writing. Thanks!

Chapter 2:

I open my eyes. After I tested my powers last night, my dad and I talked about my brother Ezra's powers. He can do the exact opposite as me. Ezra can manipulate fire and heat. He is heat resistant. He can walk through a fire and not get burned. He can shoot fireballs from his hands, and he can set a fire anywhere. I asked him how long he knew, and he said that he knew since he was fifteen. That's a whole three years no one said anything to me. But then again, I didn't even know powers existed until a few weeks ago.

I get up, and stretch. Today I think I will take a walk to Dunkin Donuts. I need my smoothie. I don't care for coffee. I don't like the bitter taste. I've tried to like it, since almost everyone in the world drinks it. I just can't shake the aftertaste.

I glance at my phone and see a text from Jake. I press my finger to the home button. It unlocks my phone. I open the message.

Jake: Good morning Ice Queen. I was wondering what time I should come over, that's if I can.

Me: Yeah, you can. I talked to my dad and he knows. He also has a power too. Get ready now, it will take you a while to get here. I'm going to run to Dunkin real quick.

Jake: Okay, sweet. And WHAT

Jake: YOUR DAD HAS A POWER?

Me: Yeah, I'll explain when you get here, so hurry!

Jake: Okay. I'm on my way. I have the book.

Me: See you then :)

I dress in sweatpants and a black t-shirt. Dunkin is only around the corner. Although it's below freezing, and snow covers every surface, since I can't freeze, I decide to not wear a coat. I'm sure the neighbors will be talking about this one.

"Dad, I'm going to run to Dunkin, you want anything?" I yell, as I walk to the kitchen.

"No sweetie, that's okay. Save your money." He yells back. I roll my eyes.

"I'm your daughter, I can spend my money on you if I want." I quote him from last night.

"Nice try. Just bring me back a donut." He says. I smile to myself.

I walk outside, and breathe in the chilly air. I start walking. A few people give me weird looks from their cars, but other than that, I reach Dunkin without any complications. I walk in. It's eerily empty today, except for a strange man. He's no older than 23 years old. He's just sitting in a chair in the corner. His black baseball hat is blocking my view of his face. I don't recognize him. I know everyone over here. That's how small towns work. Everyone knows everyone.

"What can I get for you?" The cashier asks. I draw my eyes away from the man and look to the cashier.

"Uh…A medium strawberry banana smoothie please, and a Boston crème donut." I say kindly. He nods and gets started on my drink. The man with the black hat looks up from his paper, and stares at me. I feel uneasy. I meet his cold brown eyes framed by thick eyebrows. Something about his face makes him look sort of…sinister. I look away quickly, my cheeks warming. I don't really like attention.

I walk towards one of the windows and look out at the town. I see a girl inside her car, arguing with a drunk man. I can tell he's drunk because he keeps swaying and stumbling and he's holding a pretty much empty bottle of whiskey. I roll my eyes.

I look at the man with the hat. He stares at me, and it seems something clicked in his brain, because he looks at me differently. A smug smile creeps across his face.

"Miss, your order is ready." The cashier says. I jump, the cashier's voice too loud for such a quiet place. I look away from the man. But he never takes his eyes off me.

"Thank you." I murmur, taking my things from his warm hands. His arm has goosebumps from where my icy fingers touched his. I slide into a booth, and start sipping the cold drink. I see that Mr. Creepy keeps staring at me.

"Uh…Can I help you?" I ask, my voice quiet. I can feel the weight of his gaze still on me.

"Actually…You can." He says, getting up and walking towards me. I brace myself to run. Something about him screams danger. He slides in across from me.

"My name is Gabriel…Do you live around here, I need some directions." He nods his head towards the window. Gabriel. What a coincidence. My name is Gabrielle.

"You were staring at me all because you needed directions?" I question.

"I have social anxiety…It takes me longer than most to approach someone and talk to them." He tells me, his eyes dropping to my hand where a thin scar remains from my experiment last night with the knife.

"How'd you get that scar?" He asks, lifting an eyebrow.

"I…Cut myself by accident." I say.

"Oh…I need directions to the town hall." He says. I look in his dark eyes.

"You go straight until you see a fire station and a church. It's right there." I say quickly. He nods his head.

"Thank you. You've been so kind. Most girls wouldn't look at me twice, never mind talk to me." He states.

"Yeah, well I'm not like most girls, and you're welcome." I say, gathering my things. I get up to leave, but he grasps my hand. He stares in wonder at it. It must feel cold to the touch.

"You have very cold hands. You should wear gloves. Or a coat for that matter. Aren't you cold?" He interrogates me. Even more creeped out than I was, I rip my hand from his grip.

"I must be going now." I say and quickly walk out. I regret not taking my car. I doubt if he decides to chase me, I'll have a chance in outrunning him.

I look back and see him exit Dunkin Donuts. He meets my eyes and walks towards me. My heart begins to accelerate. The ice armor begins to travel up my neck, and cover my chest. This is the most inopportune time for my powers to present themselves. I breathe in and out, trying to get the ice to disappear. My power is acting defensively. I can't control it. All of a sudden, Gabriel is front of me. His eyes travel over the ice, which is now up to my eyebrows.

"You are…Magnificent…I need it." He says, his eyes delicately studying every aspect of my armor. Confusion overtakes me. I have to do something. I concentrate on my hands. I focus the wave of energy down to my hands. The ice shards shoot out of them, but miss him by a centimeter. I should've worked on aim last night. The ice covers my forehead.

He lifts a single finger, a smile spreading across his face. After a few seconds, his smile falters. He furrows his brows, concentrating. He grunts in aggravation.

"You…This ice is indestructible. Your power is truly a gift. Do you know you're the only one I can't kill?" He stares into my eyes, his face getting closer. He places a finger lightly to my cheek. I hold my breath. He slides it down the smooth glass of my face. He stops when he reaches my collarbone.

"I'll be back. Until then, Gabrielle." He smiles, and walks away. How did he know my name? I breathe, frost covering the air. I'm the only one he can't kill? What the hell does that mean? I make a run for it. I run at full speed, up the snow covered sidewalks. I reach my house in no time.

"Dad!" I shout. I see my dad sitting on the couch.

"What is it?" He asks, standing up.

"Someone knows about abilities. He tried…I don't even know what he tried. But he told me I was the only one he couldn't kill. His name is Gabriel." I rush out, catching my breath. My dad looks at me, recognition flashing across his face.

"His name is Sylar. He is responsible for many deaths. Dr. Suresh told me. When you left, I got an uneasy feeling from my power, so I called up Dr. Suresh, and he told me that Sylar was in the area. He told me that Sylar is a very evil serial killer. He has the ability to see how powers work. He has the power to take people's abilities by cutting their heads open with a move of his finger." My dad tells me. I stare at him open-mouthed.

"So I had an encounter with the world's most dangerous man?" I say, bewildered.

"Essentially, yes. But your powers saved you. Your ice armor is indestructible." My dad says.

"Plus, you can heal. Almost. You scar, but you heal." He reminds me. I nod my head.

"Well then, I guess these powers do come in handy. Jake is on his way, by the way." I say, handing him his donut.

"Gabrielle, don't go after him. You need control of your powers first. He is no match for you." My dad says, sensing what I'm thinking. Damn that power.

"Jake is on his way, I'm going to get dressed." I tell my dad. He nods at me, opening the bag, and pulling out his donut.

I walk into my room, and let out the breath I was holding. Frost covers part of the wall I'm facing. I shake my head. I pull on jeans and a simple t-shirt.

I hear a knock on my door after a few minutes. I get up from laying on my bed and answer the door. I see Jake standing there in a white cashmere sweater, and khaki's. His golden blonde hair is tousled, and his deep blue eyes stare at me. He looks worried.

"Hey…Your dad told me what happened. Are you okay?" He asks me, his voice smooth.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Oh, hey! Let me show you something." I grab his warm hand. His hand flinches to the icy touch.

"Am I really that cold?" I comment.

"Well, you are the Ice Queen." He smiles. I give a weak smile of my own. I pull out a knife, and let go of his hand. He stares at me, his eyes wide.

"Uh…What are you doing?" He questions.

"Watch." I take the knife and dig it into my forearm, from the crease of my elbow to my wrist. His mouth drops open, as the red blood pools out of the gash. He jumps over, and takes my arm in his hands.

"Gabby! You can't just…" He trails off, as the frosty ice crystals sprout up from the wound.

"What the-" He begins, but cuts himself off.

"I can heal." I smile. I brush off the crystals. All that remains is a long scar.

"Wow…I wonder if you can heal other things." He tells me. I raise an eyebrow at him.

"I read in the chapter of the book that if someone has the power to heal, usually their blood, or their power can heal others." He explains. Huh, that'd also come in handy.

"Well let's see. Let's start with something small." I say, walking to the backdoor. He follows me outside.

I look around. I spot a small bird in the tree. I channel my energy in my hands and aim towards the bird. The ice shard shoots straight, and hits the bird, knocking it off the tree. We run up to it, inspecting it. It lies in the snow, lifeless.

"Okay. I can kill. Now how do I bring it back?" I ask him, looking into his blue eyes.

"I don't know. Try breathing on it, placing your hands on it, and then the blood thing. But we'd need syringes." He suggests, shrugging his shoulders. I try breathing on the bird, focusing on healing it. Suddenly I hear a small squeak come from the bird's mouth. I open my eyes in shock. The bird ruffles its feathers, shaking off the snow.

"I did it!" I shout, scaring off the bird. I jump into Jake's open arms. He hugs me, just as excited as I am.

"That was amazing. Now we know you can bring things back from the dead. Let's try wounds." He wiggles his eyebrows at me.

"On you? No way." I say firmly.

"Why? I know that you can do this." He tells me. I can see in his eyes that's he's confident.

"Let's read the book first. It will help me." I offer. He nods. We walk back in the house and crack open this mysterious book. We spend a few hours reading through the book. It's amazing how much this Dr. Suresh knows. It's opened my eyes. There are others like me out there. I want to find them.