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posted by SylarNight
Dorian raised one of her thin dark eyebrows. "Intention?" she asked. "What do bạn mean?"

Sylar took a step towards her. "You brought me back, from whatever I was in, locked away inside of Nathan. Why?"

"As I said, Nathan Petrelli is dead. bạn saw to that." her light eyes were alight like silver in the sun. "Should I have another reason?"

"I am a killer." he đã đưa ý kiến to her. "I know bạn know it. I can see it in your eyes."

"I know, Gabriel."

"My name is Sylar!" he đã đưa ý kiến suddenly. "Gabriel Gray is gone. He died a long time ago."

"I don't think he did." she đã đưa ý kiến simply. "I think he's thêm like bạn were in...
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posted by SylarNight
Sylar blinked slightly, looking around the room he was sitting in, before looking at Dorian again. "....Dorian?" he đã đưa ý kiến slowly. His dark eyes studied hers. "Is it really you?"

Dorian nodded. "Yes, Gabriel." she said. "It is."

Sylar stood slowly, looking at his hands. He remembered everything. "...they trapped me." he đã đưa ý kiến in a cold voice, his eyes cold as well. "in essence, they killed me. And felt nothing for doing it." he looked up at her.

"Can bạn blame them?" she asked. "All that bạn have done to hurt them, and bạn expect to get off scott-free?"

Sylar blinked. "Why free me then?" he asked....
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posted by SylarNight
Nathan swallowed, and he looked at the woman. "I know you... don't I?" he asked slowly, his mind still reeling.

She nodded. "Yes, and no." she said. "Gabriel Gray... Sylar, he knows me."

"I could feel it.." he said. "When I saw bạn in the restaurant... I knew that I knew you... but couldn't explain how..." he paused. "What's bạn name?"

"Dorian." she said. "Dorian Gray."

Nathan nodded.

"So..." đã đưa ý kiến Dorian. "What are bạn going to do now..?" she asked. "Continue living what bạn know for sure to be a lie? Confined inside of the body of the person that killed you...when bạn no longer belong here... or...
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posted by SylarNight
"Nathan Petrelli doesn't." she đã đưa ý kiến simply.

"I'M NATHAN PETRELLI!" he đã đưa ý kiến angrily, stepping forward.

"No you're not." she said. She paused, and went around the desk, putting something into the computer. "There's something bạn need to see." she đã đưa ý kiến slowly.

Nathan slowly went to stand beside her. "What is it?" he asked.

The woman opened the hard drive. It was a video file. "I got this, with a little help from Rebel." she said. "He doesn't know what's on it... he was able to save it, before the camera's were erased, and removed."

Nathan nodded slowly, as she pressed play. His eyes widened as he...
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posted by SylarNight
He paused for a moment, before closing the door with a snap. "Can I help you?" he asked.

The individual turned, and Nathan felt his eyes widen. It was the woman he had seen in the restaraunt. "You..." he đã đưa ý kiến slowly.

"Me." she said, in a simple tone. "You were a difficult person to fully track down, Gabriel." she said. "Nifty trick, that. What Parkman did."

Nathan blinked, his brow furrowed. "Wh-what did bạn just call me? Gabriel? I think you've made a mistake."

"No mistake." đã đưa ý kiến the woman, sitting on his desk, tossing him the clokc that had been on it.

Nathan caught the clock, and looked at the...
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posted by SylarNight
The meal went bởi like any family meal does. Which was very much a first for a long while in the Petrelli family.

A smile of laughter on his face, Nathan looked at his watch, and the smile died slightly. "I got to get going." he said, looking at them. "Things to do."

Angela nodded. "Very well. I'll see bạn on Saturday, of course." she said, making the câu hỏi into a statement.

Nathan smiled and laughed as he stood, and kissed his mother on the cheek. "Love bạn Ma." he said. He turned, and clapped his brother on the shoulder. "See bạn later Pete." he said.

"See you, Nathan."

Nathan went outside,...
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posted by SylarNight
"Nathan?" đã đưa ý kiến Peter, shaking his shoulder slightly. "You alright?"

Nathan shook his head, tearing his eyes off of the woman's. "Y-yeah, Pete. I'm alright."

Peter glanced to where his brother was looking, but there was only an empty table. "What were bạn looking at?" he asked.

Nathan looked at the bàn as well, seeing it was empty. His eyes widened slightly. "There...there was a woman, sitting there."

"A woman?" asked Peter. "..She's not there anymore.."

"I can see that, Pete, thank you." đã đưa ý kiến Nathan sarcastically.

"Are bạn two going to tham gia me for lunch, hoặc stand there like Greek statues?" came...
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posted by SylarNight
He looked up as there was a knock on his door. "Hey Pete." he said, giving his brother a small smile. "What's up?"

"Mom sent me to come and get you." đã đưa ý kiến Peter, smiling as he brushed his hair aside. "She wants to have lunch."

Nathan nodded, taking his áo, áo khoác off of his chair and putting it on. "Let's go then." he said, clapping his brother on the shoulder.

Peter smiled, laughing slightly as the two of them went downstairs to tham gia Angela for lunch.

"I'm so happy to see my boys getting along at last." đã đưa ý kiến Angela smiling as they got into the cab with her. "It's about time."

"Yeah, yeah, Ma." đã đưa ý kiến Nathan,...
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posted by SylarNight
Nathan Petrelli stood in his office, looking out of the large picture window, his eyes scanning the city-scape.

He'd had the nightmare again. But it seemed real. So vivid, it was as if he had really done all of the things he dreamed. But, that was impossible.

Because he was dreaming of what Sylar had done.

It has nearly two and a half months since Sylar had died. He ran his hand through his short hair as he sighed, turning around.

The Company was up and running again. Quite smoothly, too. Which he was glad for. He and Peter were seeing each other a few times a week, the same for Claire. Everything...
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Chapter Two: Taken
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"I'm right here" Joseph assured the elderly woman as he leant closer over her hospital giường to hold her hand.

"You're a good boy" she told him "and a good son.". Her eyes slowly closed and her grip relaxed slightly, giving Joseph a moment's panic before she suddenly sat up and sneezed.

"Bless you" he said, with a half laugh and a relieved smile. His mother looked up and smiled at him as if the mere presence of having her only son with her made her final days worthwhile. She lifted...
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In a time of crisis, instinct brings us together. Paths will naturally meet, journey's converge and destinies entwine as we find ourselves stripped away, entrusting our survival to the most primal of instincts. Yet sometimes all we can do... is run.

Chapter One: Hunted
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A warm breeze swept over the face of a young woman, gently brushing a few stray hairs out of her deep green eyes. She smiled peacefully, as the small one-man fishing thuyền she was in rocked slightly on the water. She lay there, her...
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Sylar raised his eyebrows slightly as Noah left the room, closing the door with a soft snap.

Moments later, the door slowly started to open again.

Internally, Sylar braced himself. He didn't know who this "Enforcer" was, but he was sure he didn't want to find out. After a few moments, he heard the door open, and several footsteps. Several moments later, the door closed again with a snap.

He looked up at the Enforcer. It was a fairly tall woman, wearing black pants and a black tube top. She was wearing silver hoop earrings. Her black curly hair was cropped very shirt, save for a thick lock of 'bangs' on the right side of her face. There was a scar over her lip, and a long one that stretched across most of her forehead. There was also one over one of her eyes.

One of her piercing, almost silver, light gray eyes.

It was Dorian.
"I really hate today..." đã đưa ý kiến Sylar as he opened his eyes again. This time, he found himself in an empty room, strapped to a chair, and hooked up to an IV.

"We were able to produce a solution that has the same effect as my old friend, the Haitian." came Noah's voice. "Rather handy. Especially for someone like you."

Sylar struggled slightly against his bonds, trying anything. But, Noah was right. His abilities were indeed, not working.

Noah continued. "You already knew that, of course, but since bạn seem to be suffering from 'amnesia', I thought I'd play along."

"What am I doing in here?" Asked...
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But that was impossible. Primatech had burned to the ground. He would know. He had been inside of it when it had happened.

And yet, that was where he sat. He remembered it all. the stale feeling of the air. The smells. How it all...felt. How was this possible?

After several moments, he heard the familiar sounds of the door into Level 5 opening. The lights clicked on.

"Good afternoon, Sylar." đã đưa ý kiến Noah Bennett.

"Noah..." đã đưa ý kiến Sylar slowly. "You son of a-" his last word was cut off, for when he slammed his hands on the glass, he received an electric shock.

"Forget about the upgrade?" asked Noah coldly....
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It only took a few moments for Sylar to leave the small cafe, and follow Jake out, and down the road. After several hundred feet, she turned into a narrow alley, and Sylar followed her still.

"Jake Taylor." he đã đưa ý kiến in his most chilling voice.

A braver man would have cowered at that sound, a chill running up their spine. But Jake merely turned, and her eyes pierced Sylar's. "Hello, Sylar." she đã đưa ý kiến calmly.

"You know me?" he asked, amused.

"Aye, I do indeed." she responded. "And bạn will not get what bạn came for."

Sylar was about to respond, when he suddenly found himself unable to speak. his dark...
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Just the mere thought of getting his hands on that ability, made Sylar walk faster... Need it more...

Sylar closed his eyes...wondering where he could be. He opened them, and looked across the street. A cafe... yes... he would look there first... He walked across the đường phố, street and entered the cafe.

It was mildly empty. Only a few customers. An older man, who was balding. No, that couldn't be Jake. Far too old. An middle aged woman and her friend. A small group of young men, who were joking and laughing.

And a young woman, no older than twenty-five, with spiked blond hair, that had shots of color...
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"And what, exactly, do I not understand?" asked Noah, slightly annoyed.

Dorian looked at him. "Did they even tell bạn what Jake's ability is?" she asked him.

Noah looked at her. "Of course." Dorian continued looking at him, obviously waiting for him to say it. "The ability is 'Insight Entrapment'." he đã đưa ý kiến at last.

Dorian nodded. "That's the one." she said. "And have bạn any idea how it works?" she asked. "What Jake can do?"

"I'm well aware."

"So you've already said." đã đưa ý kiến Dorian. "And yet, bạn have come alone. Funny. I'd think Nathan would provide bạn with some form of protection."

"I can manage...
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 The wheels in his head turning slowly.....
The wheels in his head turning slowly.....
"What are bạn talking about?" asked Noah after a moment.

Dorian rolled her eyes. "And here I thought bạn were smart." she đã đưa ý kiến sarcastically. "Logan Jacobs. that's who Claude was protecting."

"How did bạn know?" asked Claude, looking at her.

"Put it together." đã đưa ý kiến Dorian.

Sylar still remained silent. The wheels in his head turning slowly... the power....he wanted, no, needed that power.....

"Logan Jacobs?" đã đưa ý kiến Noah. "As in-"

"As in Peter Petrelli's real mother. Yes." cut Dorian. "Who else would he risk everything to protect? Even if they weren't together."

Noah just stared at her, Mất tích for words....
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Claude blinked slightly, looking at Dorian. "What do bạn mean?"

Sylar looked at her as well, trying to ignore the hunger that was swelling in his chest.

"Why don't bạn tell him, Noah." đã đưa ý kiến Dorian. "I can tell you're just itching to sell me out as a monster."

Noah blinked. "She collapsed a building." he said, his eyes still on Dorian's. "Killing 237 people, instantly."

"Don't forget that i paralyzed a man too, hoặc did bạn never know that was me as well?"

"We didn't make the connection." đã đưa ý kiến Noah.

"And the fact I was raped and attacked never crossed your minds either as a connection to my loss of...
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"That's......incredible!" đã đưa ý kiến Sylar, the hunger growing. "I have telekinesis....but it's nothing compared to that."

"I'm complicated." đã đưa ý kiến Dorian. She looked over at Claude and Noah. "Is there something you'd like to say, Noah?" she asked.

Noah slowly stood, staring at her in disbelief. "You're not really here." he stated.

Dorian nodded. "Right bạn are. Better an toàn, két an toàn than sorry."

"How did bạn know where to come, then?"

"Had a little help from Molly."

"You have Molly?! We've been looking for her."

"She's not the only one "I" have." đã đưa ý kiến Dorian calmly. "Matt Parkman, Daphne Millbrook, Peter Petrelli,...
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