"Wow. Nice place." I muttered as we came up on some run down shack. Sylar parked the car and looked at the house. "I want you to stay in the car." He said. It was the first thing he said ever since this morning. "What? Why?" I asked, staring at him. He looked at me. "I'm going to kill him." He said, voice sad, but angry. He seemed lost and I knew this is difficult because he's always seemed to have parent issues. "Let me come with you." I said. He shook his head. "I want to do this alone. Just." He looked, as if debating whether to just leave now. He looked at me and pulled me in, kissing me. I contemplated breaking it, but considering what he was about to do I let him kiss me.
He pulled back, eyes closed and sighing some. "Stay in the car." He said looked at me. I sighed some, glaring. "This isn't to become a daily thing, you kissing me." he smiled, winked, and got out of the car walking up to the house.
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I sat up in the seat, looking around groggily. I was now in the back, after waiting about 20 minutes I decided to get some sleep. I rubbed my head and leaned over the arm rest thing anf pushed a button on the radio so it would show the time. "God damnit!" I growled and got out of the car, walking over to the house. I hesitated when I got to the door, then shook my head. If he wasn't done by now then something obviously went wrong.
I walked in, looking around. "Back here!" I heard a old voice say. I got a confused look on my face as I walked to the back, then froze. "I was wondering when you would be walking in here." The old guy said, looking back at me. I looked at Sylar to see he held some sort of stuffed rabbit. He looked at me with eyes I couldn't read.
I laughed shaking my head. "Wow. Okay then." I grabbed a seat off to the side of them and leaned it back agsint the wall, crossing my arms. "What are you doing?" Sylar asked. "Well, being that you got locked in again, I'm going to sit and wait until he does something stupid and then I have to save you're ass." I said. The old guy laughed, making both me and Sylar look at him. "I like her. What's you're name kid?" He asked. I glared at him. "Just for the fact that I was raised to be polite and not rip people's heads off, Jinx." I said. He smiled and nodded at me. "I like you kid. What's you're power?" He asked. "That, being you are Sylar's father, I will not tell you." I said.
"Jinx, it's not like he can do anything." Sylar said. I rolled my eyes. This was getting old, fast. "Fine. I transform into animals." I said, looking around at the room with a bunch of dead ones. He laughed. "I can understand why you wouldn't want to tell me that." He said. "Ow." Came Sylar's voice as he dropped the knife. We both looked over at him and saw him hold up his hand, showing the cut healing. "Cell regeneration?" The old guy asked. My eyes darted to him, hearing something new in his voice.
"You can just put that thing up over there." he said to Sylar, talking about the stuffed rabbit. He nodded and stood, walking over to the far side of the room. The old guy got up and turned his back on me. As he turned around I saw a bow and arrow and my body reacted on it's own. As he shot the arrow I lept out of the seat and pounced over the table, grabbing onto the arrow, mid-air, and rolling, turning and standing, breaking the arrow in half 'causing Sylar to look at us.
"That was when he did something stupid." I said, letting my muscles shift so that they became solid. "That was very interesting, to bad it will be all for nothing!" He said as he shot another arrow at Sylar. Sylar yelled out and 'caused my attention to be diverted. As I looked at Sylar, the guy whistled and my body seemed to freeze. I went limp and fell to the ground, face first. "Jinx!" Sylar yelled, but then the guy whistled again and Sylar must have froze as well.
"Why. . .Why are you doing this?" He asked as if he were half asleep as the guy went past me and got a cart. "Don't you see? This is my second chance!" He said. "I thought you were done..." Sylar said. The fact that he could talk meant he was definitely stronger then I, 'cause I could barley breath. "That hunger, it never goes away. Life will always be meaningless!" Next thing I know, the guy went flying. "H-How?!" he yelled. "For a hunter like you, I thought you;d be able to tell when someone was playing possum." Sylar said, walking over to me and picking me up bridal style. "B-But you would be fine! You would heal!" The guy rasped as Sylar used his mind to wrap his air thing around his throat. "Yes, but then so would you." Sylar said, looking down at me. "Kill me." the old guy said. "Oh, you're going to die. Slowly and painfully." Sylar said, turning and walking away.
Sylar laid me down in the back of the car and got in the front driving off. It wasn't for a bit until the affects wore off and I shot up breathing hard. I crawled into the front seat, trying to calm my breathing. "Next...Time you want...To do something...Stupid...Listen to me!" I said, closing my eyes. As I did so I sensed something I perked up, looking around. "You too?" He growled, speeding the car up. "That's why you didn't go to sleep last night? You...Sensed him?" I asked, feeling like someone was watching me. "Yeah. For someone ot be able to sense another means something. I'd rather not stick around him to find out."