Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm sure you get it now. Want a disclaimer? Read the first two chapters even though they're badly written. This is where it starts getting kinda good.

Celine

"Oh my god!" I think to myself when I see him.

I swear, Sylar is the most beautiful, mysterious guy I've ever met. If he were some sort of animal, he'd probably be the one that people would stare in wonder at. I would know; I'm doing it now. His skin is somewhat pale and his eyes are straight and dark. His hair is raven colored and gives him a darker look. All he wears is black…perfect.

But I snap out of it when I see the blood pouring from his side. He's injured, so I race to his side to try to help.

"You're hurt! We need to call an ambulance or something" I say in a worried tone.

"No! Please…it'll heal. You're not the only one with power, Celine. Watch and learn".

He lifts up a part of his shirt where he's taken a huge, bloody gash from the staircase. I watch in amazement as it fades right in front of me. It just closed up and faded…all on its own.

"That's your power?" I ask.

"Among many. My other side's a different story. That won't heal for some strange reason".

I examine his other side. It's a bullet wound, and the bullet was still in there…deep.

"If I had a pair of tweezers, I could probably pull it out. It's deep, but it'll be easy to get out if you know what you're doing".

"Do you have a pair of tweezers?".

"Only back at the house. I'll have to sneak 'em out".

"Get me to the room. I'll feel safer in there".

I struggle to help him to his feet. When I finally do get him to, he leans on me until I get into the basement room and onto the sofa.

"Thank you Celine".

"Not a problem, Sylar. What else do you need?" I ask.

"Just that pair of tweezers and for this damn thing to get out of me".

"I'll bring them when I can. Probably sometime tonight. Think you can manage 'til then?".

"I've had this thing in me for three weeks. A few more hours shouldn't hurt anything".

"Just lie down and rest for now. I'll be back, I promise".

"Alright, I'll wait".

"Just stay alive for me, okay?".

While we'd been talking, Sylar had found his hand holding mine in a trusting manner. He seems reluctant to let me go, but he lets me slowly slip away ,

I walk out of the room and rub the hand he held. I still feel his soft skin against mine and I wonder if destiny has played her hand.

A/N: Told you it'd get good. No reviews yet…hmm, I may have to re-write this. I'm just making it up as I'm going along and it's getting me nowhere…well, I'll consider it. Like said this is my first. Well, next chapter: Sylar's thoughts on Celine, her power and kind hearted nature.