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"Aha!"
Ziva eyes flew open and she shot straight up. She had fallen asleep waiting for Neviah to see where Peter was.
"Ngh?" a mumbled sound came from Tony, who also had fallen asleep.
"I see where he is." Neviah said, proudly. "It only took," she turned to the man that was always next to her.
"Three hours." Was his answer.
"Three hours. Not that there could be an easier way to find him. We don't have anyone that can find people, right?" she said sarcastically.
"Where is he, then?" Ziva asked.
"A place called Roadside Motel." Neviah said.
"Okay. So we go to this motel place, we get him, bring him back." Tony said.
"I should go with you," Mohinder said, walking up.
"Why? Don't think we can do this ourselves?" Tony said.
"Not really, no. He can take absorb others powers, there is no telling what he has at this moment. He doesn't know you, and he'll run." Mohinder explained.
Ziva nodded. "He knows you, I assume?"
"He was the first Special that agreed to speak with me." Mohinder nodded. "When I first started continuing my Fathers research."
"Your father?" Tony asked.
"He was murdered by Sylar."
"Okay. Well, sorry about that." Adusia said, banging her head against the wall, as she had been doing for three hours. "But Peter won't be there forever. We should go now." She pointed out, rubbing her gloved hands together and standing up.
"She is right. How do we get there...?" Ziva asked.
"I will take you there!" Hiro said.
"Okay, what did I say about the exclamation points?" Adusia asked him, as everyone walked over to him to be teleported.
Line.
Sylar is in the backseat of this car, next to a dead woman. Claire thought. My world is so weird...
"So you have a power, Amanda?" Sylar asked, staring out the window.
"Yes. I make people see things." She answered.
"Did your mother have one?" he asked.
"Nope." Amna answered. "I didn't."
"Huh. It seems to have a genetic link, these powers." Sylar mused.
Claire looked at him, then at Amanda. Her eyes were dark, staring out the window, her fingers tight around the steering wheel.
"Who's your father?" Claire asked suddenly. Might as well just ask.
Amanda looked at her, as did Amna and Sylar.
"I don't know." Amanda said.
"That's a lie." Sylar said. "Sorry. I, ah, can tell. When someone doesn't tell the truth."
"Okay, then, I know who my father is." She said.
"How?" Sylar asked bluntly. This would be a blunt conversation.
"I lied." Amna said. "I always knew who it was."
"You're making her say that. She was in one of her blackouts when she got pregnant." Sylar said to Amanda.
"I don't control what she says." Amanda said. "She says what she want, does what she wants. I just bring her here, or make her go away."
"You don't control them? The illusions?"
"I control the inanimate objects. Don't have control of living things. And I can only make living things if I've had physical contact with them. My mom thought I must absorb part of them, because when I make them later, they have all their memories, mannerisms, and stuff."
Sylar stared at her, then at Amna.
"Then you always knew who the father was?" He asked. "Why didn't you ever tell me? I would have tracked him down ad made him help you with her." He asked Amna.
"Maybe that's why." Claire suggested. "Maybe she was afraid you would hurt him. Maybe she saw you were a monster."
"Gabriel is not a monster!" Amna said loudly.
"Yes I am." Sylar muttered. "My father is a monster, I'm a monster. It runs in the family, I suppose."
"Your father abandoned you, he wasn't a monster." Amna said.
"No. I was adopted."
"Oh, dear lord. You were adopted? That means... Those dreams you used to have?"
"Yea. They were real." Sylar said quietly.
Claire looked at him. "Dreams?"
He looked at her. "When I was a kid, I had a dream that I was trying to get to my parents, but before I could, my dad killed my mom." He looked away. "In the same way I kill now."
Claire stared blankly at him. His mother was murdered right in front of him. She felt a pang of sorrow for him.
"This is a depressing conversation." Amanda said. "Good thing were here..." she said, and pulled up to an old building.
"This?" Claire asked.
"Yup. This is where we will overthrow your dad."
Line.
Peter was just about to leave his motel room when a bunch of people appeared in it.
"Holy-" he said.
"Peter. You should come with us." Mohinder said.
"Um. Okay." He said, then grabbed Mohinder's hand and Hiro teleported them out.
Line.
"That was easier than finding out where the hell he was." Tony commented when they got back.
"Yes. I will go tell Neviah." Ziva agreed, then walked toward the room Neviah was.
Tony sighed and leaned against the wall. Samantha walked over to him, and leaned next to Tony.
"You haven't talked to her." She said.
"Do you ever just say 'hi'?" Tony asked.
"No. And you're avoiding the point. You haven't talked to her."
"Okay. I haven't. Why do you care?" Tony asked.
She looked Tony in the eyes. "I see connections between people. Love, hate, friendship, genetics. I also see every broken relationship, every feeling never spoken out loud. I see so much love lost. I saw my parents' divorce coming. I saw the hate grow between them, growing stronger every day as they stayed together, because they thought it would be better for me. Excuse me for wanting some people to be happy." She huffed.
"Sorry." Tony said. "Is that your dramatic story?" he said.
"What?"
"Last time we talked, you said that I fit in, because I have a dramatic story."
"Oh." She said. "No, my dramatic story is more dramatic than my parents getting divorced. The dramatic story is that my parents hated each other so much, my dad stabbed my mom twenty three times. The last three happened well I was in the room. He would have stabbed her more if I hadn't thrown a hammer at his head. My mom died."
Tony stared at her. "I don't have a dramatic story. Your story is dramatic."
Samantha shrugged. "Mine isn't very dramatic. Violent, maybe. If they made ours into movies, yours would be, like, dramatic romance. Mine would be horror." She looked at her hands.
"You're a little strange, no offence." Tony observed.
"I know."
"People!" A voice yelled out.
Tony turned towards the window, as did everyone else.
He could see four people walking towards the doors.
One blonde teenage girl, one dark haired teenage girl, one woman, one man.
They entered the building, and everyone went down to the first floor.
As he followed, he turned to Samantha and asked, "Why is everyone so excited?"
"Neviah said the blonde girl and the man will be the key to either our freedom, or... the end of the world." She said simply.
Tony stared at her. "Well that's..."
"Yep."
When they got downstairs, Tony watched the group of people stop as they got to the bottom of the stairs.
"Sylar!" Mohinder yelled from behind Tony.
A rush of people moved to stop Mohinder from attacking Sylar.
"Suresh!" the dark haired teenage girl spoke sharply. "Stop!"
"He murdered my father!" Mohinder yelled back.
"Oh my GOD," someone said. "If you say that one more time, I will pull your intestines out through your nose."
A few in the crowd snickered.
"Claire!" Peter said, pushing through the crowd. He ran quickly towards the blonde teenage girl. "Get away from her, Sylar." He snarled.
Two other men pushed forward. Claire looked at them, and paled.
"Alex?" she said. "West?" she looked at Peter. "And Peter."
"Sylar, get away from her." Peter repeated.
The crowd was reacting oddly towards the name 'Sylar'. They were shifting uncomfortably, looking fearful, like a group of mice that just had a snake put in their cage.
"Shut up, whoever the hell you are." The woman said to Peter.
Peter looked at her. "Who are you?"
"That's an old friend of Sylar's. And, she's not actually there." Claire said, and pushed her hand through the woman's arm.
"Well, unless Sylar isn't real either, he needs to leave." Peter insisted.
"He's not going anywhere. Gabriel is here to save us." Neviah spoke softly, but her words carried loudly.
"Okay, I don't know who you are either. I got here five minutes ago, and I don't know what's going on here, but Sylar is a psychotic serial killer, and he need to leave!"
"I am Neviah. I know. I know all that is to come. And he-" she pointed her finger outwards, and the man next to her (whose name Tony had discovered was named was Alan) moved her arm so that it pointed towards Sylar, "He will either give us freedom, or he will destroy the world."
"Oh, and that's the reason why we need him to stick around? Because he might destroy the world?" Peter asked, his eyes wide.
"She means that if you send me out now, I will end the world. If you let me stay, I'll... save you." Sylar explained quietly.
The dark haired teenage girl spoke then. "I'm going to point out the fact that Gabriel wasn't always running around killing people." She said.
Peter glared at her. "Who are you?" he asked rudely.
"I'm Amanda, daughter of Amna." She said, holding herself like a queen all of a sudden. "Her. The person who's not real." She explained.
"I was real, till those idiots killed me." Amna muttered.
Tony felt very confused.
"Killed? I didn't know you were killed. I thought you just died..." Sylar said, sounding very pathetic, but everyone shifted uncomfortably, hearing the fury under the sadness.
"One shot to the head." Amna said, and suddenly she had a bullet hole between her eyes. Sylar backed away.
"Who." The sadness and fear were gone, and the rage was all that was left, striking out like a flaming whip, ready to wrap around someone's head and take off the top.
Amanda cleared her throat. A woman in the crowd, who Tony recognized as the woman who had shown up in his apartment, stepped forward.
"I was there," she said, and went flying into the wall, a scream escaping her throat.
Sylar pushed Amanda across the room as half the people in the crowd through all their power towards him.
Tony watched in amazed horror as Sylar was electrocuted, burned, nuked, and a whole bunch of other unpleasant things happen to him.
Tony watched as he most defiantly died. There was absolutely no way he could get up and walk away from that.
Tony watched as those that weren't using their powers to harm him watched, few showing emotion. He watched as Neviah nodded as Alan whispered in her ears. He watched as the blonde girl, Claire, and Peter watched calmly. He watched as the dark haired girl and the nonexistent woman watched impatiently.
"Okay, that's enough." Neviah yelled.
The attack ceased, leaving Sylar lying motionless on the floor. The dark haired girl walked to him, and turned him over.
His eyes opened.
"Holy shit." Tony muttered.
"That actually surprises you? You don't know who that is, do you." Samantha said, her voice slightly reverent.
Tony looked at her. "What?"
"He's a serial killer. He rips off the top of Special's heads and takes their brains, to get their powers." She explained.
Tony stared at her, then turned to see Sylar completely healed.
"A serial killer? I work for NCIS, I enforce the law, catch murderers. I can't stand here and watch a serial killer walk around." He insisted.
"You do not have much of a choice." Ziva's voice came from behind him.
Claire tried to walk towards Sylar, but Peter held her back.
"What? He can't hurt me. I can't even feel pain." She hissed. Then she pulled away and walked to him.
"Sylar." She said briskly.
The dark haired girl turned to Claire. "That was not unexpected." She said.
"Him attacking someone?" Claire asked. "No, Amanda, that was defiantly not unexpected."
"The attacking someone that had something to do with my mother's murder." Amanda said.
Sylar closed his eyes and turned away.
"Gabriel, she didn't kill me. And don't be so violent." Amna told him.
"Who killed you?" Sylar said, almost to himself.
"Um, Neviah?" a child's voice called out, and Micah pushed his way through the crowd.
She turned towards him. "Yes?"
"I just got a message from a friend. She told me they know where we are, and they're coming. I checked, and they are. They're all coordinating the attack with each other." He told her. His voice was urgent, and scared.
Neviah's eyes closed for a second, then shot open. "They are coming. I did not see..."
The crowd was now in full panic, but a woman who could control emotions was trying desperately to keep everyone calm, her face sweating, her entire body shaking, a friend holding her up.
It wasn't working very well.
"Teleporters, speedsters, take those without fighting powers out of here, to the location I told you about. Children, you go too, and anyone that is responsible for a child who doesn't want to stay. Everyone else," Neviah shouted over the crowd. "We will fight."