A/N Because I have been binge watching Heroes so...Here.

Chapter 3 ~ Underlying Truth

It had been a full hour before Peter burst through the door of his family home. He knew what to do. He knew how to stop it. How to stop New York city from exploding. She was the key. Miloh. The girl with the roses. He told her to meet him here in twenty minutes. He had to introduce her to Claire.

He grabbed the sketch book and started drawing once more. It was once again of her. Miloh. This time clear. Her striking blue eyes. Her messy brown hair. Her tattoos. And once again she was naked. Why did he keep seeing her naked? Heat started to form up his neck. She was beautiful. Hauntingly beautiful.

"Peter? Where have you been?" Angela walked toward her son with a concerned look on her face.

"I, uh, I found the roses. A woman named Miloh Creed. If someone can help stop the me from destroying this city and killing thousands it's her."

She took the sketch book from him and examined his designs. "You said her name was Miloh Creed?"

"Yes. Ma, are you even listening to me? She can stop this! She can stop me!"

Angela glanced at her son before slamming the book closed and thrusting it into his hands.

"I don't want to hear anymore. This is nonsense. Come today is your brother's big day I don't want to hear anymore of these explosions and people dying."

"But mo-"

"I said enough! PETER."

Miloh sucked in as much air as possible. It felt like she was being suffocated and then thrown from her bedroom onto a painted floor. She was definitely not in her apartment anymore.

She lifted herself onto her hands and took in her surroundings. It was a loft. A dark loft. filled with paintings and a foreboding feeling. The floor was the most terrifying. A giant explosion in the center of a city. Oh god...New york city. Is this Peter's loft?

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in." Everything seemed to stop. Everything did stop. "So it is true. I call out you drop in. The visions are right."

"How…"
"Can I see you? Simple. You're not very careful. Kind of sloppy if you ask me." Large fingers massaged her shoulders. "But you. I got visions of something very interesting. Visions of you and me destroying the world. Together."

Peter was getting anxious. Miloh was already an hour late and Claire was suppose to be leaving soon. "I thought I wasn't gonna get to say goodbye."

"And I thought that lady was suppose to be here by now. Where is she?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe she got cold feet."

"No...She seemed like she got the concept of what was going on. She agreed to meet me here. She agreed to help."

"Maybe she got scared."
"She's not the type."
"How'd you know?" Claire narrowed her eyes at her uncle.

"I just do. I seen it." He grabbed the sketchbook once more and flipped through the pages to her. "Look. She's here by my side. In this one she's with me when I explode." He flipped again and tried to fumble the book close. "Uh...that was, um. Nothing."

"Okay. So you keep seeing this one girl, even naked, and now she won't show up. You guys didn't exchange phone numbers or something?"

Peter closed his eyes. "Damn it!"

"You didn't get her number and you spent almost half the day dreaming about her. Nice one."

"You're the first person I didn't need to touch to see me." She sat in a computer chair as he painted.

"My abilities are much, much more advanced than others. And yours, well, yours are something that not even Mohinder can decipher what you are." He turned slowly. "What you can do."

"Dude, I don't even know what I can do." She moved to get up but something pushed her back down onto the chair.

"How many powers do you have?"

Sylar smoothed back the woman's hair. "Not enough. And yours will be the icing on the cake."

"You're going to kill me?"

"That's not what the painting says."

She looked up at the lines and colors. He was quite the artist.

"Is that-"

"Me and you. Together. Watching as New York City burns to the ground. Watching by my side." He circled the girl. Like a predator ready to strike his prey.

"No...That's impossible."

"Oh my dear, it's very possible."

She had to get to Peter had to warn him. She wasn't here to help save the world. She was here to destroy it.