I bolted awake, yelling out in pain as the chain held me back and pulled on my bad arm. I rasped some, putting my head back against the wall and looked around in the darkness. The longer I stayed here the more I dream about Sylar. It was getting a bit ridicules, but I'd rather have those dreams instead of my nightmares. I sighed some, trying to get as comfy as I could. I had a feeling that I was going to be here for a long, long time.

*Sylar's POV*

I walked in, holding the bullet in mid-air. "Sylar?" Peter asked, confused. I smiled some, standing to the side of both og them, peter behind me. "Now, let's try this again. Are you my father?" I asked. I waited, watching his reaction. "Of course I am." I felt the tingle and laughed a bit. "Oh how you lie. You might be able to make up for it though. Do you know where Jinx is?" I asked. "Who?" Another tingle. "I'll ask one More time. Where is Jinx." He just stared at me. I sighed and turned to Peter. "You are no killer. But I am." With that I let the bullet go and killed the man that claimed to be my father.

I walked over to his computer and got into the mainframe, going into the prison log. "Ah, there we are." I said, standing and walking to the door. Peter just stared at his father and I smiled.

I walked around, trying to find where the prison place is, killing off the guards that got in my way. I began reading the numbers out as I passed the doors. "12. 13.14. 15. Ah! Here we are." I stopped in front of 16, holding my hand out to the side and shooting lightning at a guard that was trying to sneak up on me. Once that guy was toasty, I stood back and swerved my arm around to the door. It flew to the side, sending in light into the dark room.

I put my arm down, looking at the limp,bloody body dirictly in front of me chain and strapped to the wall. Her arms awere above her head chained to the wall, her body strapped and her legs cuffed together and bolted to the ground. I looked at saw one of her arms seemed to be broken. She must have tried to transform, but when the shift started, at the odd position, the bone cracked and tore through her skin.

Now I'm pissed.

I walked in, noticing how she wasn't moving and becoming a bit paranoid. I crouched in front of her and lifted her head. Her eyes were open, some what. She stared at me as if she couldn't believe it was me. I looked at her arms and they became unhooked. I stood and stepped back, using my fingers to unlock her legs. I went back to in front of her and unhooked the straps. She fell forward, me catching her.

She groaned some as I maneuvered her to her back, making sure to be easy with her arm. I held her in my lap, her looking up at the ceiling. Then, she smiled and laughed some. "I'm tired of dreaming." She said, making me confused. I shook my head some. "Can you stand?" I asked. She closed her eyes. "I dunno. I haven't tried for god knows how long." I nodded some, standing up, taking her with me. I got her on her legs and put her good arm around my neck. We both took a step forward, seeing if she could actually walk. Her knees buckled and I caught her around the waist. She laughed again. I turned to look at her, seeing she was staring at me. "Well, since this isn't real." I gave her a odd look, but that soon was gone once she leaned up and kissed me.

My body went tense, my eyes wide. I wanted to push her away. I was just trying to save her so she could go back to her own life. I am a killer and I don't want any emotion getting in the way. Plus, I am pretty sure she was a bit insane after being in there. But the fact that her soft lips fit to mine, I could reject something like that.

I had my hands on her waist, so I pulled her to me, letting our body's fit to one another. Her broken arm hung at her side whilst the other one was at my neck, her hand tangled into my hair. I held her as close as I could, kissing her with the emotion I didn't want. Why did this girl-this kid- have such a effect on me? As we kissed, my mind halted on one thought.

She didn't think this was real?

I, with great effort, broke the kiss, putting my forehead to hers and looking at her closed eyes. She opened them slowly and stared into mine with, to my pleasure, a look of satisfaction. "Not to be a bearer of bad news, but this is as real as it gets kid." I said with a smile. She stared at me for a bit, then pulled back. She went to say something, then she winced and fainted.

I caught her and picked her up bridal style, sighing some. "You are the hardest person to let go. You know that right?"