*Someone's POV*
I walked into the building with ease, looking around at the mess someone made. Body's where thrown about with blood on the walls and floor. doors were torn open and files were thrashed about. I whistled some as I got to the higher floors, stepping over some body's. I put my hands in my jacket pocket and whistled a long whistle as I got to a room. The man I came to see was dead on the floor with blood pooling about him. I walked into the room and sighed. I stepped on something and stopped, looking down. I bent down and picked up a file, opening it. I flipped through the pages, a smile on my face.
I closed it up and put it under my arm as I walked out of the room with my hands back in my pockets and whistling. I walked around until I found the prison. Body's were flown about. One guy was actually dead on the wall with scissors and such holding him to the wall. I walked down the line of doors and stopped at one. The door was broken off it's hinges. I sighed and turned to the room, looking around inside it from the hallway. The chains were free of the person holding them.
"Now where did you get off to now?"
*Normal POV*
I stood in front of my dead parents, Sylar behind me. "Why?" I asked, turning to him. He held his hands up defensively. "Hey! I didn't do this one. I wanted to though." I just stared at him, then turned back to look at them. He walked up and put a hand on my shoulder. "I am sorry." He said. He smiled some, looking up. "Wanna know something funny?" I turned to look at him. "I'm not." He gave me a confused look, tilting his head some.
"I wanted to believe that I loved them. Everything I did was to get their attention. I was a child that had to fight to get attention. Now that their dead. . . I don't need to live up to expectations." I smiled some, looking at him. He looked at me, as if looking ta my soul. "But that pain will always be there. I know how you work, and I know you did love them." I tensed my face some, gritting my teeth. He walked up close to me, running his hand through my hair. "It's OK to be sad." I swatted his hand away and walked past him to the front door then outside. The cold air felt good against my hot skin.
Sylar came next to me, inhaling some and putting his hands in his pockets. "I'm going to find my real parents." I looked over ta him as he looked at me. I smiled some, looking out to the dark street. "I guess I'm coming with you." I said, looking over at him. He smiled some. "Good. Because if you said you wouldn't I would be forced to bring you." I raised a eyebrow at him. "And why is that?" I asked. He nodded his head to my house. "Whoever did this is like us. Since there seemed to be nothing missing, I can conclude that they were looking for you." He said, making me think for a second. "Who the hell is looking for me?" I asked. He shrugged, looking out to the street. "All I know is that I'm not going to leave you unprotected." I hide my smile when he said that.