Sylar Short Stories SPECIAL EDITION: Parts 1-5/October 6, 7, 13, 18, 22, 2010

(Part 1)
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Sylar: Girl you’re amazing, just the way you are.

Me: REALLY?! (huge grin) YOU’RE TOO SWEET!

Sylar: (Looks at me) I’m sorry what?

Me: You just said I’m amazing.

Sylar: OH! NO! I was singing. I was trying out a new power.

Me: (Grin disappears) Oh...um...(awkward moment for me) what was the new power? The power of attraction?

Sylar: That’s what I thought (smug smile). No, somehow I was walking down the street and I felt something in my body. I thought maybe it was something that I ate and so I thought about what I ate earlier that day and I went back in time. I thought about more things and I realized that I have the power to get any power that I want. ANY POWER THAT I WANT.

Me: So then what power did you decide to use just now?

Sylar: FREE MUSIC IN MY HEAD WHEN I WANT.

Me: Oh. Alright. I’ll see you later then. (starting to walk away, a little sad.)

Sylar: WAIT! I can create the power to give people powers! I could give you mine temporarily!

Me: (Stops, turns around, eyebrow goes up) Reeeaaaallllly?

Sylar: (nods) as long as you use it for good.

Me: Of course. So how is this going to work since you didn’t actually come into contact with anyone to get the power and I’m just a normal, never-had-a-power-before person?

Sylar: I actually have no idea.

Me: Well how would YOU get powers from other people WITHOUT KILLING THEM?!

Sylar: Um ... well through Elle, I just wanted to take the pain away from her and it just happened. And through Lydia, it was through um ... kissing her?

Me: So what you’re saying is the only way to give me a power is if you take some invisible pain away?

Sylar: Are you in pain?

Me: No. (Slowly) So then the only option left, because no one has ever done this before, is for you to kiss me?

Sylar: I would think so.

Me: Then I refuse. I don’t want a power.

Sylar: WHAT?! WHY?! How come you don’t want a power? Is it because I have to kiss you for you to get one?! I kind of thought you might like that!

Me: Well, because it’s ... (cell phone rings) Hello? WHAT?! Where? Are you serious? No, no, no, no, no, no (Sombrely) He’s with me. Bye. (Looks at Sylar with scared eyes) That was Matt Parkman. There’s been an accident.

Sylar: Did someone get hurt?

Me: Yeah. Peter.

(Part 2)
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Sylar: (in shock, after a couple minutes he takes my shoulder and shakes me) WHERE IS PETER?!

Me: (shakily, slowly) a building collapsed downtown and they are digging for survivors.

Sylar: Is Claire with him? She can give him her power!

Me: (Softly) she’s in Texas, Sylar. She would have no way of knowing. And even if she did know, they haven’t found his body yet for her to transfer her power.

Sylar: We need to go there. NOW! (Takes my arm and in two seconds, we’re in downtown, right in front of the collapsed building)

Matt: (turns around) SYLAR! (Grabs him by the arm, whispers) what are you doing here?

Sylar: I’m saving Peter.

Matt: Sylar, listen to me. We’re lucky enough that someone was able to erase the minds of all the humans when Claire jumped off that Ferris wheel, we can’t afford you showing your power to the police AND the whole world.

Sylar: I don’t care. He helped me, Matt, and I owe him. (Closes his eyes and disappears for 10 minutes, dirty) I know where Peter is.

Matt: Fine, then go get him.

Sylar: (Sombrely) I can’t. Every time I’ve went in, he dies. I’ve done this nearly 100 times. The spot is too tight for me to fit, and when I did shrink myself to fit, it crushed me. I’ve tried thinking of different powers to use but it ends up the same; even when I went back in time. It’s impossible. He’s gone. (Breaks down)

Me: Let me try.

Matt & Sylar: What?!

Me: Every time you tried to go in, he dies. You don’t know what will happen if I go in.

Matt: We can’t risk that and besides, you don’t have a power.

Me: (Looks at Sylar) Well? You have nothing to lose!

Sylar: (Yells) well what if something happens to you?! I’E NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE.

Matt: Why are you still considering this idea? YOU HAVE NO POWER!

Sylar: SHUT UP MATT. (Matt scoffs and walks away towards the paramedics.)

Me: (Looks at the crumbled building, hurriedly) come on Sylar. For Peter. DO IT FOR PETE ... (Sylar grabs the back of my neck, pulls me in towards him and gives a kiss. I feel something twitch in my brain, I push Sylar back.)

Sylar: Did it work?

Me: (I look up at him) Give me a moment. (I close my eyes and think of Peter) Peter, where are you? (I find Peter, with his legs crushed, but still conscious, I open my eyes) Here goes.

Sylar: Good luck.

(I close my eyes, think about where I want to go, and then I’m there, crouching in the flames beside a disfigured Peter)

(Part 3)

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Peter: Huh? (Looks up, weakly) help me.

Me: I’m going to give you a power, think of whatever you need and it’ll basically become reality. Alright?

Peter: Yeah. (He thrusts his hand out towards me)

Me: (I grasp his hand, I feel the power surge towards him) Come on. Think of getting out of here.

Peter: (Thinks for a moment and the slab of concrete that was crushing him disappears and the fire goes out)

Me: Okay, let’s go.

Peter: NO! There are more people trapped in the building. We have to save them. (Closes his eyes and disappears)

Me: PETER! WHERE’D YOU GO! (the wall beside me crumbles, I teleport to where Peter is)

Peter: (Opens his eyes and raises his arms) AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Me: Peter, what was that?!

Peter: (Panting, slowly) mass teleportation. I...just...teleported everyone who was stuck inside the building to the outside. (Collapses)

Me: Peter?! PETER! (Still breathing) Okay. Stay with me. Here we go (holds Peter’s hand and teleports to the outside as the building completely disintegrates, I see Sylar) SYLAR! SYLAR!

Sylar: PETER! (Crouches next to him)

Me: (I start heavily panting) he’s not dead. He just fainted. He teleported everyone out.

Sylar: Oh, thank God. Peter? Hello?

Peter: Sylar? What are you doing here? Are the other people safe?

Sylar: Yes, they’re fine. You might have confused a lot of people teleporting them here, but otherwise they’re fine.

Me: (I stand up and look at Sylar, I feel something trickling down my face) Sylar? (He looks at me with horror) Am I crying? (I touch my face and look at my hand, the blood confusing me as I lose consciousness)

(Part 4)

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Me: I’m dead? Aren’t I?

Sylar: No. Now can you come out of your coma so I can yell at you?

Me: (Eyes open, I look around the room; obviously in a hospital. I see a man sitting beside my bed reading a magazine, I slowly sit up and hang my legs out of the bed) hi. Who are you?

Man: (removes magazine, smiles) my name is Samuel. Samuel Sullivan.

Me: Samuel Sullivan? Shouldn’t you be in jail? I mean you’ve killed a lot of people. And if you try to touch me, I’ll scream.

Samuel: (Backs up a bit, smiles) There is no need for that. (sits down again, puts his arm on his knees) Here’s the deal. I need your power.

Me: RIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHT. Even if I had it, there is no chance in the world I’m giving it to you. You want to see how weak it is? (I walk towards a tissue box on the counter, concentrate and the box falls) See?

Samuel: (Gets up suddenly from his chair, grabs my wrists and pushes me to the wall) I NEED THAT POWER. I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF IT’S WEAK. GIVE IT TO ME.

Me: GET OFF OF ME YOU LUNATIC.

(Peter arrives with a bagel and coffee)

Me: PETER!

Peter: (Drops his coffee, his bagel turns into a rock and he throws it at Samuel.) Samuel, you made a mistake coming in here.

Samuel: (Grabs my neck) if you want to stay and fight, I guarantee you she will die. All I want is one thing. You leave now, and she leaves normal.

Peter: Don’t you dare touch her. (Telepathically slams Samuel at a wall and he gets up, Samuel starts making the ground move, things falling off the shelves, the floor splits in two and Peter falls through)

Me: PETER! (Looks down the crack, seeing him face down) STOP! SAMUEL. I’ll give you the power. Give me your hand.

Samuel: (Smiles, reaches out for me)

Peter: (telepathically) don’t do it.

Me: (I touch his hand and the power transfers, my legs give way and I fall and sit on the ground as Samuel laughs) why are you laughing?

Samuel: Because now I have everything I wanted.

Me: No you don’t. (I stand up) Mr. Sullivan, I just took your power away from you. (As I make the ground move a bit, I turn around, and head for the door)

Samuel: YOU...YOU... (begins to charge at me. I hear something swish and I look down at the metal poking out of my chest and blood dripping down the hospital robe)

Me: ...uh... (I look at the crack in the floor, Peter now looking straight at me) Peter. (I collapse as he jumps up and flies into Samuel and crashing through the window to the outside)

(Part 5)

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Sylar: PETER!

Me: (My eyes open and I take a huge gasp and cough a couple of times, I look around the room; someone’s bedroom. I feel my chest, no wound. Peter comes in.)

Me: Hi Peter. (He sits down, I’m unsure of what to say) You know what? We never officially met. I’m Nicole.

Peter: Hi. I’m Peter, but you know that.

Me: So...um... how are you feeling? (starts to get up)

Peter: (laughs) you’re asking me that? And don’t get up too fast; you were the one in the coma for 6 days.

Me: 6 days? Dude, you’re joking.

Peter: I’m completely serious. And that was before you also got stabbed in the chest by Samuel, so you might want to take it easy.

Me: Samuel. What a creep. And a psycho. Was he that desperate for a power?

Peter: Not just any power. You had the power to create powers. Something no one but you and Sylar has.

Me: SYLAR! WHERE IS HE?! He must be freaking worried.

Peter: Oh, he doesn’t know that you got stabbed in the chest. He still thinks you’re in a coma. (He touches my hand and we teleport to his house)


Me: (Sighs, looks at Peter and he waves goodbye. I walk up to the door and knock. Sylar opens the door, in his pyjamas and hair all messed up) well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes! (smiles)

Sylar: (Looks at the floor) I’m sleeping, go away. (Shuts door)

Me: (my eyebrows raise, the door opens quickly)

Sylar: NICOLE! (Gives a bear hug) ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! WHEN DID YOU COME OUT OF YOUR COMA!?

Me: (Stands back a bit) Um... (avoiding telling Sylar about the Samuel incident) never mind that . And yes, I’m fine.

Sylar: (Puts his finger to my lips) Shhh. I have a question for you. (I nod) When I wanted to give you my power the first time, why didn’t you want that kiss?

Me: Oh. Well because it was (phone rings, looks at Sylar, he pouts) Hello? Hiro? Yes, you already saved Claire. Alright, goodbye. (puts phone away) it was because it was selfish of me to ask that.

Sylar: Selfish?

Me: I didn’t want to take two things that were special from you. So I said no. Your power makes you who you are, and a kiss is just something you need to share with someone you are in love with.

Sylar: Wow (speechless) You know what? You are amazing. With or without a power.

Me: Awe, thanks Sylar. (we hug) And taking Samuel’s power made me quite awesome too.

Sylar: (Lets go) What?!

Me: nothing. (Hugs him again)

Sylar: -_-

Sylar Short Stories: August 27 and October 1, 2010

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Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: (Looking for him in a crowd of people at the mall) WHERE ARE YOU?!

Sylar: You’re looking right at me.

Me: (squint eyes to get a better look) I don’t see you...wait WHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

Sylar: What?!

Me: WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOUR HAIR!? (People start to look at me weirdly)

Sylar: I just got a hair cut!

Me: (Mouth gaped open, resisting the urge to swipe my hand over his head) why such a drastic change?

Sylar: (pulls a chair for me) sit down.

Me: (Sits down, worried)

Sylar: I was hanging out with Peter and we were ... (softly says something I couldn’t hear)

Me: (Eyebrow raised) doing what?

Sylar: We were... playing with Star Trek figurines.

Me: (Attempts to hold in laughter) go on...

Sylar: And Peter jokingly suggested I should cut my hair like Spock’s. While I went to take a nap, he used my power and started to cut my hair! Then I woke up to a BOWL CUT!

Me: (still trying to hold in the laughter, nodding fast)

Sylar: And so here I am; fresh out of the barber shop. (Looks into a window to check his reflection) I think it looks good, very military. Maybe too short, I don’t know. What do you think?

Me: (hesitating) um...uh...err... Oh wow, now I know what it’s like when girls ask their boyfriend of husband if the thing they’re wearing makes them look bad.

Sylar: -_-

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Sylar: (Behind a bush) SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Me: Jeez! What?!

Sylar: I’m watching Spock and this girl. She actually reminds me of you. It’s so interesting. It’s like déjà vu! (laughs)

Me: Okay...I’ll watch with you. (Crouches with Sylar behind a bush)

Girl: Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock! Spock!

Spock: (emotionless, as usual) What?

Girl: Hi.

Spock: Hello.

Girl: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Spock: Excuse me? For what reason did you squeal? My ears are terribly sensitive.

Girl: YOU’RE SPOCK. THE ONE AND ONLY SPOCK! (Hugs him and doesn’t let go)

Spock: Excuse ... er... um.... (awkward moment for him)

Uhura: SPOCK! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! Why are you hugging her?

Spock: (Lifts hands up) she’s hugging me and she won’t let go.

Uhura: (taps the girls shoulder) excuse me, can you stop hugging my boyfriend?

Girl: NO! He’s mine! (growls at Uhura)

Uhura: Are you serious? Did you just growl at me?! Spock, I’m warning you; get her off or I’ll do it myself.

Spock: Um... (Looks around, sighs, pinches her neck, she falls to the ground) There. Happy?

Uhura: Yes (smiles and kisses him)

Me: Awe, that was cute. Wasn’t that cute Sylar? (looks beside, he’s not there) Sylar? (looks behind) Sylar?! SYLAR! SYLAR! SYLAR! SYLAR!

Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: Where did you go?

Sylar: I went to buy a drink, I got bored. Why? Did you miss me? (Smug smile)

Me: No, not really. (smiles)

Sylar: YES YOU DID! (hugs me tightly)

Me: (muffled) SYLAR! GET OFF. LOOK OVA DARE. (Sees Spock and Uhura behind a bush laughing at us)

Sylar Short Stories : July 26, June 15, June 6

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Sylar: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

Me: Can you do me a HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE favour?

Sylar: (Purses his lips) Depends what it is...

Me: (Big grin, grabs a box with a costume in it) put this stuff on first. PLEEEEEEEEEEEAASEEE

Sylar: (opens box, stares at me, sighs) the things I do for you.

(10 minutes later, I hear a squeaking coming down the hallway)

Sylar: (In a clown costume, red nose, wig, and giant shoes) you owe me big time.

Me: Okay, so now what you’re going to have to do is entertain my brother’s friends. Okay?

Sylar: What am I supposed to do?!

Me: Be...creative. BUT DON’T KILL ANYONE. I need to pick up the cake. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.

Sylar: Okay fine. -_- (goes outside) HI KIDS! Do you want to learn how to spell MOLE?!

(10 minutes later)

Me: WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?

Sylar: (covered in the remains of a pie, licks his lips) I ran out of jokes and then your mom threw a pie at me.

Me: My mom did WHAT?!

Sylar: (Takes a towel and wipes off everything on his face) she threw a pie at me. Well okay, I’m lying. She accidently tripped and the pie landed on my face. Your brother and his friends thought it was hilarious. They wouldn’t stop laughing at me. 

Me: Awe, I’m sorry Sylar. (In a sweet tone) Do you want some ice cream?

Sylar: (still pouting, shakes his head)

Me: Do you want some pie?

Sylar: (Continues to pout and shakes his head)

Me: Do you want ... (thinks for a minute, smiles, in a sweet tone) a hug?

Sylar: (Nods, still pouting, opens his arms up)

Me: (hugs Sylar) all better?

Sylar: (nods)

(Mother comes in)

Mom: Sylar! I can’t believe you actually devoured that whole pie. It was for my husband!

Me: (Sylar looks at me with guilt, I look at him with distaste) you ATE the pie? So you didn’t trip at all? You LIED? (I hug him again)

Sylar: What’s this hug for?

Me: (I look up at him and smile) I forgive you 

Sylar and mom : -_-

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Sylar: WHAT!

Me: (Suddenly in front of him, wearing the same clothes as him, angered) I DIDN’T CALL YOU!

Sylar: Are you serious? Am I hallucinating things?

Me: (In a cow costume) No, I think you’re just dreaming. (My body splits in two) Yes, definitely dreaming.

Sylar: OR! Maybe I’m dead. Nope, that’s impossible.

Me: (In futuristic clothing, holding a huge ice cream cone, speaking in a Russian accent) anything’s possible my dear.

Sylar: (Closes eyes tightly) wake up, wake up, wake up...

Me: (My head on a dogs body) Woof.

Sylar: (Pinches himself) OW! Why did I do that?!

Me: Sylar? Hello?

Sylar: (Blinks a couple times, rubs his eyes) Where am I? (looks around, he’s in his house)

Me: (writing down and speaking out loud at the same time) Day 2 of the research. Sylar seems to be seeing hallucinations after the second day of sleep deprivation.

Sylar: Sleep what?

Me: Esto es muy ridículo. ¿Por qué tienes que hacer esto?

Sylar: (Quietly) Nicole? Where are you?

Me: (in front of him, I turn around to get a pot of coffee starting) right here. Dude, you need some sleep. This is nonsense. You never should have volunteered for this in the first place. It’s just bad for you. (plugs the coffee machine in) I think you should go upstairs, change, and go to bed.

Sylar: (snoring, sleeping)

Me: Or you can just sleep here. On your kitchen table. Yeah.

Sylar: (Wakes up suddenly) NO! I need to stay awake.

Me: You should go to bed...or else... (thinks) the fan girls will get you when you’re most vulnerable.

Sylar: (goes wide eyed, runs up the stairs into his bed)

Me: that was easy!

Sylar: (from upstairs) I HEARD THAT!

Me: -_-

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Sylar: OH MY GOSH! (Runs up to hug me) THANK GOSH YOU ARE ALIVE.

Me: (Squashed in his sweater) arhgh. Crag duff moff shafe.

Sylar: (Lets go) What?

Me: (I fix my hair) what did you say?

Sylar: Thank gosh you are alive! I was so worried.

Me: (Blinks at him a few times) WHAT?! Why wouldn’t I be alive?

Sylar: (hesitates and then quietly) this fan girl told me you were in a car accident and in the hospital. She said you almost died.

Me: Really? A fan girl. Well you know that ... (and a car crashes into me)

Sylar: NICOLE! (runs to my body)

Me: (weakly) too bad I don’t have your power. (dies)

(Sylar wakes up)

Sylar: NICOLE!

Me: (I look at him) what’s up?

(We’re sitting in lawn chairs in my backyard, having a marshmallow roast)

Sylar: (wipes his eyes) how long have I been asleep?

Me: About 3 hours. (I continue roasting my marshmallow) what did you dream about? It seemed like you had a nightmare. (I get up to get another bag of marshmallows)

Sylar: Eh (looks away, sniffs) it was nothing. (Gets up and gives me hug)

Me: what are you doing? (holding the bag of marshmallows awkwardly)

Sylar: I’m trying to transfer a power to you.

Me: (giggles) I don’t think it’s going to work Sylar!

Sylar: Well I’m going to try! (Continues hugging)

Me: (I stand there, open the bag of marshmallows and starts eating them)

Sylar: Anything?

Me: (Smiles at him with marshmallows in my mouth) NOPE!

Sylar: -_-

Sylar Short Story COMIC.

Art by TIFF from the Zachary Quinto Community : )

Just an old story ...

Sylar Short Stories: May 11, 8, 2

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Sylar: (Eating a cupcake) WOT?!

Me: How do eat such bad things and still have a nice body?

Sylar: (swallows) well I did run to the bakery to get this cupcake! (takes out some chocolate)

Me: Whoa! Slow down there. Why are you eating so much?

Sylar: Don’t you know? It’s eat what you want day!

Me: Okay...go easy on the sweets though. I’ll talk to you later!

(20 minutes later, my phone rings)

Me: Hello?

Sylar: (sounding like he’s in pain) hello? Can you come over?

Me: Yeah. I’ll be there in 10 minutes

(At his house)

Me: (Sees him on the couch clutching his stomach with a lollipop in his mouth) I TOLD YOU TO GO EASY ON THE FOOD!

Sylar: I has a stomach ache!

Me: (sighs, goes to his bathroom to grab Pepto Bismol) here.

Sylar: (Drinks the whole bottle) that didn’t help... (pulls his shirt up, he has this huge open wound)

Me: WHAT HAPPENED? WHY AREN’T YOU HEALING?!

Sylar: (groans) I went to the zoo and I dropped my chocolate bar in the lions cage so I went to get it...

Me: -_- We need to get you to the hospital!

Sylar: No wait... (looks down, the wound heals) Huh. It must be all that sugar. It must have slowed it down...

Me: No more sweet stuff for you mister!

Sylar: fine. (starts to fake cry, looks at me and smiles)

Me: That candy made you crazy.

Sylar: -_-

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Sylar: WHAT?!!!!?!?!?!

Me: (Looks him up and down) something is different with you. Did you cut your hair or something?

Sylar: No, I’m not wearing... (His cell phone rings) Hello? Oh hey!

Me: Not wearing what? NOT WEARING WHAT?!

Sylar: (on his phone, ignoring me) yes, sure. No I can’t. (Turns his back to me)

Me: SYLAAAARRR! FINISH YOUR SENTENCE!

Sylar: (Still on the phone, continuing to ignore me) yes, I can still talk for 20 minutes. Unlimited plan. For around 30 bucks. I know!

Me: -_- COME ON SYLAR! (stands back) wow, why should I care about what he isn’t wearing? (Looks at Sylar)

Sylar: (on the phone) hey, HELLO? I can’t hear you...hello? (puts phone away)

Me: Hi.

Sylar: Hi. How are you?

Me: Oh you know, just wondering what you were going to say to me before you answered the phone.

Sylar: What are you talking about?

Me: You said you weren’t wearing something.

Sylar: Are you crazy? (Leaves me)

Me: (Confused) What the heck? (turns around to leave, Sylar is right in front of me)

Sylar: I’M NOT WEARING SOCKS! HEHEHEHEHEHEHE (runs away laughing, starts shouting) HAPPY NO SOCKS DAY!

Me: -_-

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Sylar: (singing and playing the ukulele) I just haven’t met you yet! Oohh, da da da...I just haven’t met you yet. (Stops playing and sees me clapping) AHG! What are you doing here? WHY AREN’T YOU UP THERE?!

Me: Why are you playing the ukulele?

Sylar: That’s what the day is today.

Me: Then why are you playing it in front of some random person’s house?

Sylar: (goes wide eyed) THIS ISN’T YOUR HOUSE?

Me: no...mine is across the street! (Pointing to my house)

Sylar: WHAT?! THEN WHO AM I SINGING TO?!

(A couple head pops out of the second floor windows, it’s a bunch of Sylar fan girls)

Sylar: OH NO. OH NO. OH NO.

(The heads disappear)

Sylar: OH NO. (Looks right and left, looks at me frantically) HIDE ME IN YOUR HOUSE!

Me: (sighs) fine. Let me get my keys...you know, my parents better not be at home or else...

(Sylar starts to run across the street and gets hit by a car)

Me: (sighs) why does this always happen when I’m around? (Starts to slowly walk towards him, looking for cars)

Sylar: (gets up, combs his hair with his hands and tries to calm down the driver who hit him) I’m fine! See look (lifts up his shirt) no scratches, bruises, or... (A whole bunch of fan girls tackle him to the ground)

Me: (Eyes goes wide) OH NO! ARE YOU ALRIGHT!?

Sylar: (Starts to get up slowly with a bunch of fan girls hanging on to him) yeah, I’m fine.

Me: (Walks past Sylar, picks up the ukulele) oh you poor ukulele!

Sylar: -_-

Sylar Short Stories: April 17, 4

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Sylar: NOW WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!

Me: So I have two passes and I was wondering if you wanted to go...

Sylar: YES! I’LL GO WITH YOU!

Me: Are you sure? You didn’t even finish hearing what I said!

Sylar: Don’t care! Let’s go!

(20 minutes later)

Sylar: (confused) Where are we?

Me: We are at the set of Star Trek!

Sylar: (Jaw drops) what? Are you serious? Spock’s not going to be there right? Can I sit in the captains chair?

Me: I have no idea. I guess we’ll have to see...

(On the set, I thank the person who gives me the passes and Sylar wanders around, I catch up to him)

Sylar: (Talking to Uhura) so I was wondering if you would like to go grab a coffee sometime?

Uhura: I am currently in a relationship with Spock if you hadn’t heard already. (she walks away)

Me: Awe, poor you. (Looks behind him) OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH. LOOK! Spock and Kirk!

Sylar: (turns around) jeez...Spock! Spock! Spock! That’s all I hear these days. On billboards, in the Big Bang Theory...

(Spock sits in the captains chair)

Sylar: (To Spock) hey. That’s my seat.

Spock: No it isn’t. It doesn’t have your name on it.

Sylar: (Laughs) Yes it does!

Spock: (gets out of the chair) where?

(Sylar sits down and laughs at him)

Kirk: AHEM! Out of the chair!

Sylar: (He gets up and Spock laughs at him) -_-


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Sylar: (on the phone) I’m sorry. We can’t do this anymore

ME: Oh, you’re on the phone. I’ll just sit in the living room then.

Sylar: (Still on the phone) you mean so much to me, but it’s just not good for me!

Me: (Listens in to the conversation, getting a bit curious to whom he is talking to)

Sylar: (Voice is a little shaky) this relationship is hard to keep. Don’t you know that by now?

Me: (So curious now, whispers to myself) relationship too hard to keep?

Sylar: (In a serious tone) it’s not you, it’s me. I’m sorry...bye. (Hangs up)

Me: (Stands up) OH MY GOSH... YOU JUST BROKE UP WITH SOMEONE!

Sylar: (Dumbfounded) What?! NO! I was ending my subscription to Netflix!

Me: (Blinks a couple times) what? But everything you said that when you spoke to the Netflix person about cancelling your subscription was totally what someone who was breaking up with would say to the other.

Sylar: (Blinks) you just lost me. Don’t you think I would tell you if I were in a relationship with someone?

Me: (thinks) Nope.

Sylar: Exactly.

Me: -_-

Sylar Short Stories: March 21 , 19, 14

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Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: Have you ever had an awkward moment?

Sylar: (goes into flashback mode)

Me: (Waits for him) Hello? Sylar? (Waves hand in front of his face)

Sylar: (Still in flashback mode)

Me: (Looks over to my right, I see a friend) OH HEY!

Friend: Hey! Who’s that strange man just staring off into the distance?

Me: Oh (Looks back at Sylar who is still in flashback mode) yeah, he is a friend of mine.

Friend: What is he doing?

Me: (Nonchalantly) I asked him if he ever had an awkward moment, and I think he just went into a flashback mode.

Friend: Tell him this then (whispers into my ear)

Me: (goes wide eyed) Are you sure? Okay then. Bye! (Walks up to Sylar, goes so up close to him, stares him down in his eyes and whispers) I love your fingernails so much, I would sell your nail clippings on Ebay.

Sylar: (Stands back, stares at me)

(10 seconds go by)

Me: HAPPY NATIONAL AWKWARD MOMENTS DAY!

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Sylar: (On the phone with me) HELLO?!

Me: (On the phone with him) hey! I want to try my new webcam, go on!

Sylar: (on the phone) UGGHH. FINE.

(6 minutes later)

Me: (Sees Sylar through the camera) HELLO! Hello! (Waves)

Sylar: You don’t have to ye... (stops talking, screen is totally still)

Me: (Looks at the screen) Hello? Sylar?! DARN IT! MY COMPUTER FROZE! OH MY GOSH! WHAT THE HECK! DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD! MY COMPUTER FROZE!

Sylar: (Breaks out into laughter) I can’t believe you fell for it.

Me: -_-. I’m going off for a while.
Sylar: (Continues laughing)

Me: (I log off, I start talking to myself) oh, I’m so getting him back.

(20 minutes later, I phone up Sylar to get back on the webcam)

Sylar: So I’m guessing you...(Breaks into laughter) fixed your computer!

Me: -_-. That’s the coolest painting ev...! (points to his wall, he looks, and I put a picture of what he sees when he talks to me and put it in front of the webcam at the perfect angle)

Sylar: (tilts his head to the right and the left) HAH! You can’t fool me with my own trick...(stares at the screen and waits for me to move) I’m just going to wait then.

(Meanwhile with the picture distracting him, I enter through his front door, he doesn’t notice)

Sylar: FRICCKKKKK! MY COMPUTER FROZE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Bah...Humbug

Me: (In a sweet voice) what happened?

Sylar: (Doesn’t turn around) I was on the webcam with Nicole and it frooz...HEY WAIT A MINUTE! (Turns around and looks at me, quickly looks back at his computer. He does this 3 more times) WHAT!?

Me: MAHAH! I can’t believe you fell for that! Revenge is sweet.

Sylar: -_-

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Sylar: (Opens the door to his home) STOP BOTHERING ME WITH YOUR INFERNAL PESTERING!

Me: What? I just came by to give you a gift!

Sylar: (Curious) what is it?

Me: (Hands him the large box in my hands) here!

Sylar: (Sceptical) what’s this for?

Me: Don’t you know what day it is today?
Sylar: No...

Me: HONESTLY?! THE ONE PERSON I THOUGHT WOULD KNOW! JEEZ SYLAR! (storms out, hides behind a corner to see if I can hear Sylar)

Sylar: Huh? What did I do wrong? (Goes into his house)

Me: (Creep over to an open window where I can see and hear Sylar) come on, open it!

Sylar: (Opens the box) OH YAY! PIE! (Passes his calendar) what day is it today? March 14... (stares at this calendar)

Me: (still at his window, whispers to myself) come on Sylar, you can do this!

(2 minutes pass by)

Me: (Checking my phone, still waiting for Sylar to get it)

Sylar: (Still thinking, hasn’t eaten his pie) it’s no one’s birthday, and it’s definitely not mine...why did she give me pie? March...3...okay. the date is the 14th ... okay...

Me: Ugh...whatever (starts to leave)

Sylar: OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! (Laughs) It’s pi day today.

Me: (whispers to myself) yes, finally! (Looks up, Sylar’s head pops up out of the window)

Sylar: You whisper really loud.

Me: -_-

Sylar Short Stories (Super special edition): March 24, 25

Sylar Origin Story [Part 1]

Me: (Getting off work, I walk in the park, and I see a friend sitting on park bench) HEY! How are you?

Friend: (Brightens up) I’m awesome! I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE! I need to tell you something! Sit down!

Me: (Sits down, looks at my friend) so what’s going on?

Friend: So you know how there is a pie eating contest?

Me: (Curious) Yes...(Looks behind her, sees a familiar person walking down the pathway, tilts my head left and right trying to remember who it is)

Friend: (notices this and looks behind) who’s that? He looks really really really familiar.

Me: (He walks past us and I continue to think, my eyes widen) oh...my...gosh...THAT’S SYLAR!

Friend: (leans into me.) Are you serious?

Me: YEAH! I’M POSITIVE! Those are his eyebrows! I’m going to say hi!

Friend: Are you CRAZY!? He’s a psychopathic serial killer! You don’t just say hi!

Me: I don’t care. (Gets up and starts walking towards him)

Friend: (just joking) so when he splits your forehead, can I have your vintage scarf?

Me: Hey Sylar! (He doesn’t turn around) SYLAR! (He still doesn’t turn around, he keeps walking) Fine... (Takes in a deep breath as I get closer to him) Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!

Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: Hi! (Runs off giggling)

Sylar: -_-

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Sylar Origin Story [Part 2]

Sylar: (Finishes his coffee and goes outside, he thinks to himself) ‘Hmm...it looks nice outside, I’m going to go take a nice, peaceful walk’

Sylar: (Walks down the pathway in the park, looks around, he sees many couples, a lot of families, two teenage girls, a hotdog cart, and tourists.)

Person: That’s SYLAR!

Sylar: (Sighs, thinks to himself) ‘They always talk about me’ (Smiles, keeps walking)

Person: Hey Sylar!

Sylar: (Thinks to himself) ‘Oh no, not another fan girl, I think my peaceful walk just ended...should I fly out of here? No, it’ll cause too much of a scene’ (Keeps walking)

Person: SYLAR!

Sylar: (Walks a tiny bit faster)

Person: Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!

Sylar: (Turns around) WHAT?!

Person: (Her work ID showing, her name being Nicole) Hi! (She runs away giggling)

Sylar: -_- ... (Turns around and keeps walking, smiles) Hmm...Nicole. Interesting.

Sylar Short Stories: March 11, 10, 8, 5

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Sylar: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THE PAST WEEK?! I WAS ACTUALLY GETTING WORRIED.

Me: (Shocked) Worried? ABOUT ME?!

Sylar: uh YEAH! And why are you so tanned?

Me: (Begins) Well I went to...

Sylar: YOU GOT A SPRAY TAN! WOW IT’S SO NICE!

Me: NO! I went to...

Sylar: YOU USED A TANNING BED!

Me: NO! Those are bad for you. WHY WON’T YOU LET ME FINISH?!

Sylar: (Thinking...) if that’s not it...Let me think for a second.

(Leaves him to think about it, goes into a coffee house to grab something to drink)
Sylar: (Turns around) I KNOW WHERE YOU WENT! Hey! (Looks around for me) WHERE’D YOU GO?! Nicole? Hey! NICOLE! (Looks behind a tree)

Me: (Inside the coffee house) WOOOW... (Cashier looks at where I’m looking)

Cashier: What is he doing?

Me: I think he’s looking for me?

Cashier: Here are your drinks! Have a nice day!

Sylar: (Doesn’t notice me) NOO! I’VE LOST HER AGAIN! THE MADNESS!

Me: Dude. What are you doing?

Sylar: (Blinks) I...um...dropped my...um...KEYS!

Me: (Looks at him) here, I got you a drink. (Hands it to him) So have you figured it out yet?

Sylar: Figured out what?

Me: MY tan?

Sylar: (Absolutely and completely serious) WHOA! YOU GOT SO TANNED! HOW DID YOU TAN? Did you get a spray tan?

Me: -_-

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Sylar: (Intimidating voice and stare) you wanna play a game?

Me: (Wide eyes) okay...it depends what it is...

Sylar: (Walks up super close to me) staring contest.

Me: (backs away a bit) okay...

(for 10 seconds neither of us blink)

Sylar: There’s a spider on your arm!

Me: (Jumps and brushes off arms, blinking like mad) OH MY GOSH OH MY GOSH GET IT OFF GET IT OFF.

Sylar: MAHAHA! I WIN!

Me: HEY! NO FAIR!

Sylar: Fine...one more time.

(15 seconds go by, neither of us blinking)

Me: (Eyes glance behind him, smiles)

Sylar: (not blinking) what?! Is there a spider? WELL I’M NOT GOINGTO FALL FOR IT.

Me: (not blinking) it’s not a spider. Someone is going to come up behind you and...

Sylar: NOPE! NOT FALLING FOR IT.

(Person comes up closer, I see that it’s Peter, he puts his finger to his mouth, I blink)

Sylar: HAH! I WIN! WOOP WOOOP! (Peter taps his shoulder, Sylar turns around)

Peter: (gives Sylar a pie to his face, runs away laughing) THAT’S WHAT YOU GET FOR RUINING MY ART PROJECT!

Me: Can’t say I didn’t warn you!

Sylar: (licking the whip cream around his mouth) -_-

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Me: WHERE ARE YOU!? (Sees him off to the distance with a bunch of adults and children) Uh oh... (Walks up to him)

Sylar: (singing) happy birthday dear Timmy! Happy Birthday to you! (Claps with the adults while the children cheer)

Me: (nudges him) what are you doing?!

Sylar: (Pulls me off to the side) I’m trying to score some free cake!

Me: (scoffs) really? Okay then. (Sits close to the table)

Parent: So who’s your kid? (hands Sylar a huge piece of cake)

Sylar: Oh, just little Randy over there. (Stuffs a big piece of cake in his mouth)

Parent: Randy? There’s no Randy at this party... HEY! WHO ARE YOU?!

Sylar: Did I say Randy? I meant Candy! No...Mandy! um...um...(Parents closing in on him)

Kid: (walking towards me with cake) hey! You want some cake?

Me: Sure (takes cake from him) Thanks!

Kid: No problem. My party was pretty boring until this crazy guy showed up looking for cake. This is just good entertainment!

Sylar: AHHHH!!! (runs away while the parents chase him)

Me: (eats cake and we both watch Sylar run away) you can say that again.

Sylar: (runs behind me and steals my cake) MAHAHAHA!

Me: -_-

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Sylar: MAHAHA! I’VE MASTERED THE ZORRO THING!

Me: (Looks at the tree, many Z’s marked into it and a couple S’s) nice! Let’s see!

Sylar: (Arm comes up and index finger points out, he makes the Z on the tree, grins)

Me: (confused. Cocks head to the side) did you hear that when you made that mark in the tree?

Sylar: (Looks at me) what noise?

Me: Make the Z again.

Sylar: (He does, and there is a high screeching sound) HUH! I’ve never noticed that!

Me: (cocks head to the other side) slice something else!

Sylar: (He does, the screeching sound is made again) WHERE IS THAT COMING FROM?! (He keeps slicing random things whilst people stare at him)

Me: OH MY GOSH! YOU HAVE YOUR OWN SOUND EFFECT!

Sylar: (Brightens up with a huge smile) that’s so true! I wonder if the “others” have a sound effect! (Calls up Hiro)

Hiro: YOU’RE RIGHT! I DO HAVE A SOUND EFFECT! (Teleports somewhere, we hear a sound effect, comes back) YATTA!

Me: (Pretends to be sad, sniffs) I want a sound effect. (Pout)

(Sylar and Hiro look at each other, shrugs, and Hiro continues teleporting back and forth and Sylar keeps slicing things, their sound effects keep going)

Me: -_- Wow.

Sylar Short Stories: February 28, 19, 16

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Me: (Walking along the sidewalk) WHERE ARE YOU?! (Sees a very long line of people leading up to something, decides to get into the line)

(15 minutes later...)

Me: (talking to myself) wait. What am I even in line for? Excuse me sir, but what are you in line for?

Guy: (thinks for a second) actually, I have absolutely no idea! I guess we’ll see!

Me: (rolls eyes, gets out of the long line and walks to the front) wow, this is such a long line! (Sees Jeslil, Lisa M, Ziggyeor, and other fan girls near the front of the line)

(At the front of the line is Sylar, sleeping upright on a bench while fan girls, one by one, cuddle next to him)

Me: WOOOOOW!

Jeslil: shhh! You’re going to wake him! (once StephJP finishes cuddling Sylar, Jeslil takes her turn)

Me: WOOOOW! That guy is going to have so much fun seeing what is at the front of the line.

Fangirls: SHHH!

Sylar: (wakes up) huh? (rubs his eyes, accidently jabs Jeslil)

Jeslil: Ouch!

Sylar: (stretching) I’m sorry...WAIT WHAT?! (quickly stands up) what’s happening? Why is there a line? A LINE OF FANGIRLS?! AHHH! (runs away)

(Fan girls start chasing him)

Me: And this is why you don’t sleep on a bench in the middle of the park. Especially if you’re Sylar.

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Sylar: WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!

Me: Can I borrow you for a moment? (Grabs his arm, drags him to a dressing room in the mall) So my male model that I needed for Fashions class bailed at the last minute. Luckily he is the same size as you.

Sylar: So what? You want me to MODEL?

Me: (quickly) yes...BUT you just have to wear this jacket I made and walk down a runway in front of a crowd of people and pose.

Sylar: (sighs) ugh, the things I do for you. (Puts on my super awesome jacket)

Me: (Whispers) Don’t worry, you’ll do fine. Go! Go!

Sylar: (Breathes out, puts on a serious face, walks out onto the runway and does his strut)

Me: (Out in the audience now, watching him, smiles, gives him a thumbs up)

StephJP: OH MY GOSH! IT’S SYLAR!

(Steph, Persephone, Jeslil, and yada yada get up and start running towards Sylar)

Sylar: (Jumps off the stage, runs the other direction) AHHHHH!

Me: NO WAIT!! MY JACKET! SYLAR! GIVE IT BACK! (Follows the fans, they stop and look around wondering where Sylar went) where the heck did Sylar go? (Turns around, looks in a mall window, I tilt my head one way, then the other way) SYLAR?!

Sylar: (Gets out of his mannequin pose and runs out the store) I’ve always wanted to do that. Here (takes off jacket and gives it to me, gets back in the store window)

Me: (looking at him curiously) what are you doing?

Sylar: I’m hiding and scaring people at the same time. (I sit down on the bench facing the window)

Shopper: (comes out of the store, looks at the window and at Sylar, Sylar scares her) AHHHHH.

Me: -_-

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Me: (Makes a face) what are you doing?

Sylar: (A bit out of breath) I was trying to open a bag of chips without using my powers.

Me: (Starts to smile) really? Do you (giggles) need help?

Sylar: (Relieved look) YES! I’VE TRIED EVERYTHING! TRYING TO BE NORMAL IS SO HARD

Me: (Takes the bag, examines it for fun, see bite marks) wow, you really couldn’t open it!

Sylar: (crosses his arm, nods)

Me: (As a joke, I point my hand at it and I make some sounds to make it seem like I’m trying, the bag opens an inch at the tip) OH MY...

Sylar: (goes wide eyed) how did you do that?

Me: (quickly, stuttering) I...I...I...I...I...I don’t know! SYLAR! DID YOU HELP ME?

Sylar: NO! I haven’t used my power all day! (Paces back and forth, grabs another bag of chips) DO IT AGAIN!

Me: (points hand at the bag; thinks for it to open, the bag opens all the way) NO WAY...WHAT’S HAPPENING?

Sylar: (Smiling, excited) Do something else! See what you can also do with the pow...

Me: (Waiting for him to continue) Sylar? (He’s unresponsive, I wave my hand in front of his face, nothing happens) Hello!? OH NO. UNFREEZE! UNFREEZE!

Sylar: er!

Me: I JUST FROZE TIME! OH MY GAWD, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING.

Sylar: (giddy) Hehehehehe, do the Sylar thing on me!!! I’m going to be in pain, but it’ll probably be worth it.

Me: (I raise my arm and point at his forehead and move my arm, it makes a straight slit across his forehead, blood trickles down his head, he collapses) SYLAR?! SYLAR! (I check his pulse, no pulse) no...NOOOOO!

Me: (opens eyes, gets out of bed and looks at the time, it’s 9 in the morning) WOW. What a dream. AHHHHH!

Sylar: (On the right side of me) OW MY EARS!

Me: (hugs him) OH GOSH, YOU’RE ALIVE. I HAD THREE POWERS AND I USED ONE TO KILL YOU IN MY DREAM!

Sylar: (Starts laughing) why would you kill me?

Me: You asked me to.

Sylar: (Shrugs) reasonable excuse. (Climbs into my bed) Wow, your bed is so comfy

Me: -_-

Sylar Short Stories: February 15-14, 10, 4

Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!

Sylar: And just like that, my eyebrow hairs are tamed.

Me: Dude, what are you doing?

Director: CUT!

Sylar: I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF FILMING A COMMERCIAL!

Me: For (looks at the thing that Sylar is holding) EYEBROW TAMER?! (Laughs)

Sylar: Stand to the side (Stares at me, then at the camera) With this, I am able to do many of the common activities I do without having to worry about my eyebrows!

Me: (Steps in front of the camera, super enthusiastic) like sawing off people’s heads and taking their power!

Director: CUT! (whispers to the crew) Where’s the makeup crew! We need to cover some of the shine on Sylar’s forehead!

Sylar: STOP MESSING THIS UP FOR ME!

Me: What?! It’s funny! (Takes the product, opens it, puts some on my hands and smells it) ugh, this stinks.

Sylar: So quit touching it! (Makeup people come to powder his forehead)

Me: (Putting some of the cream on Sylar’s eyebrows, combs it using the eyebrow comb, and I face the camera) even serial killers like Sylar need his eyebrows tamed! What would he do without it?!

Sylar: (Smiles) Yeah, very funny Nicole.

Director: AND CUT! THAT’S A WRAP!

Sylar and I: What?

Director: That was perfect!

Sylar: No way! THAT IS NOT GOING TO BE USED ON NATIONAL TELEVISION!

(Later that week, in Sylar’s house)

Me: TURN ON THE TV!

Sylar: (turns on the TV, the commercial is on) oh...my...gosh.

Me: (stands in front of him) Hey, at least your eyebrows look AWESOME!

Sylar: -_-

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Sylar: (Nowhere to be seen) ARGH CAN YOU HELP ME?!

Me: (Looking around) WHERE ARE YOU?!

Sylar: (Hand pops out from a pile of chocolates and flowers) HERE!

Me: (Trying to find his hand under the massive pile, finds it and pulls him out) are you okay?

Sylar: (Brushes off his pants, picks out a flower out of his hair) my head is buzzing and I smell like roses and chocolates, but otherwise I’m fine.

Me: (Still looking at the massive pile) how did you get under there?

Sylar: I have no idea! I just took a couple steps out of my house, and next thing I know, it’s dark and it smells like chocolate! I really dislike Valentine’s Day.

Me: OH! IT’S ST. VALENTINE’S DAY TODAY?!

Sylar: Um...yeah! How else do you explain the chocolates and flowers? (Runs hands through his hair, pulls out another flower)

Me: Well I thought you usually get flowers and chocolate!

Sylar: Yes, and now I’M SICK AND TIRED OF IT! If I get another box of chocolates or flowers for Valentine’s, I’m literally going to kill that person. I’d be pretty mad if you got me flowers or chocolate!

Me: (Shocked at his response) actually...I got you...um... (looks through wallet, hoping to find something for him, I find a coupon for pie that I wanted to use) THIS! (hands him the coupon)

Sylar: YAY! SOMETHING USEFUL! Thanks! (Gives me a kiss on the cheek) Happy St. Valentine’s Day!

Me: (my heart melts as I giggle like an idiot)

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Me: WHERE ARE YOU?! (Goes outside, looks into the sky, squints eyes, sees someone flying in a Superman costume)

1st stranger: What’s that?

2nd stranger: Is it a bird?

1st stranger: Is it a plane?

2nd stranger: NO! IT’S SUPER... WAIT. No it isn’t! IT’S...

Me: SYLAR!

1st and 2nd stranger: AHHHH! (Start running) Girl you better run!

Me: (Looks at them, calmly) no, I’m fine.

1st stranger: AHHHHHHHHHH (runs into a tree, goes unconscious)

Me: (Grimaces) ouch. HEY SYLAR! DO THE POSE!

Sylar: (Flying in the air, does the famous Superman pose) I’m coming down! (Lands perfectly) What do you think?

Me: (examining his costume and blurts out) spandex is lovely on you. (Goes red after hearing what I said.)

Sylar: I know right? The fan girls would just love to see this! (puts on a button on shirt)

Me: (goes wide eyed) You shouldn’t have said that. LOOK! (points off to the distance)

(Sarahi, Tiff, Jeslil, and Ziggyeor come running)

Sylar: AHH! GOTTA GO! (Rips off shirt, flies off, comes back down) HAH! DID YOU SEE THAT CLASSIC SUPERMAN MOVE? (Flies back into the air)

Me: -_-

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Sylar: (Yawns, opens the fridge door and gets out his milk, clutches something red in his other hand) AHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

Me: (sighs) don’t you remember? We were supposed to see a play at 2. It’s 3 in the afternoon right now.

Sylar: Oh...right...well you know, you could have...

Me: (eyes turn towards his hand holding the red thing) what’s that?

Sylar: (Follows my gaze, hides it behind his back) nothing...

Me: (eyes go wide) OH MY GOSH THERE IS A SPIDER ON YOUR PJS!

Sylar: AHHHH! (He drops the red thing)

Me: (Quickly pick it up) MA HAH! NINJA! (Looks at the red thing, it’s an Uhura doll) You like Uhura?

Sylar: (Grabs it from my hand) NO! OF COURSE NOT! (Looks down, rocks on his heels) Maybe...

Me: Aww! That’s so cute! Sylar, you are just so darn cute!

Sylar: (blushes) hehe. (Clears his throat, grabs the Uhura plush, bring her up to his room, and comes back down, and in a gruff voice) I’m going to go do some manly things now.

Me: -_-

Sylar Short Stories: February 3-2, January 30, 28, 2010

Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!

Sylar: YEAH?! WHAT?! (Trips and falls down the stairs, knocks his head pretty hard)

Me: OH MY GOSH! (Runs to his side, holds his head up) ARE YOU OKAY?

Sylar: (Sits upright, rubs his head) where am I? What happened?

Me: You’re in the park. You just tripped and fell down those stairs.

Sylar: Oh. Another question...Who are you?

Me: I’m your friend... (Worried) Nicole.

Sylar: Oh, okay. Um. Who am I?

Me: (Shocked, goes wide eyed) You don’t know who you are? Your name is Gabriel Gray! SYLAR!

Sylar: So my name is Sylar? And you’re my girlfriend?

Me: (Blushes, giggles) I’m not your girlfriend and yes, your name is Sylar.

Sylar: But you are a girl and you are my friend so therefore, a girlfriend?

Me: Sure (giggles) let’s go and try to get your memory back

Sylar: Okay. (gets up)

(We walk by a guy selling pumpkin pie; Sylar has no reaction towards this)

Me: Wait! What did we just pass by?

Sylar: A pumpkin pie stand?

Me: (Dumbfounded) let’s keep going...

(We walk by a ton of fan girls, he does not run or fly away, and I continue my disbelief)

Me: Okay, this is seriously freaking me... (I trip on a tree branch and this makes me fall on Sylar, who also falls)

Sylar: (hits his head again) Ouch, my head hurts. Nicole, why are you on top of me?

Me: (Blushed, gets up) I’m sorry, I tripped and fell on you...WAIT. Did you just say my name?

Sylar: Yes...what’s the matter?

Me: WHAT’S YOUR NAME?

Sylar: Sylar...did I have amnesia or some... (sniffs the air) I SMELL PIE.

Me: -_-

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Sylar: (opens his front door) WHAT?!

Me: I’M SO BORED. Entertain me.

Sylar: Oh. Um, I was just going to the grocery store. Um, you want to come with me?

Me: Sure, it might entertain me. (trudging to his car because of my boredom)

(10 minutes later, we arrive at the grocery store. We enter the grocery store, we get many looks of fear)

Sylar: (Getting a basket, woman is in the way) Excuse me.

Woman: AHHHHH! (Runs and drops everything she was holding)

(We walk through the store, grabbing something in every aisle, still getting horrified stares and screams)

Man: HEY YOU! YOU HAVE NO RIGHT COMING IN HERE AND SCARING EVERYONE.

Sylar: (turns around) Excuse me? (Looks him dead straight in the eye)

Man: (goes wide eyed) UM NEVER MIND. (Turns around, screams and runs out the door)

Sylar: Let’s go pay!

(We walk up to a super long line)

Me: Sylar? Why this line?

Woman 2: (Looks at Sylar, goes wide eyed, she moves out of the line, the rest of the line follows until we’re next to pay)

Cashier: (Gulps, starts sweating) hel...hello. Did you find...find...everything you were...were looking for?

Sylar: (looks at him with the evil stare) No. Your prices are a bit too high

Cashier: (to the point of fainting) then...then...it’s (squeaks) free. (faints)

Sylar: (Takes his groceries) come on Nicole! (Grinning from ear to ear)

Me: (Looking for his car) wow, is it always like that when you buy groceries?

Sylar: Actually, no! I actually have no idea why they were that scared. Usually, I get a lot of staring. I NEVER get screams or free stuff.

Me: (looks at his face, goes wide eyed) uh...uh...THERE’S A SPIDER ON YOUR FACE! (points)

Sylar: (goes wide eyed) AHHHHHHHHHH!

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Sylar: WHAT!?

Spock: You need not yell. I must discuss something of rather importance with you.

Sylar: DUDE! I’M NOT TALKING WITH YOU. I DON’T LIKE YOU.

Spock: Take a number. But of course, what I must speak to you are about your misdemeanours against innocent victims.

Sylar: HAH! WHY DON’T YOU TAKE A NUMBER! You aren’t the first to try to change me!

Me: Hey guys! What’s going on?

Sylar: Mister Spock is trying to prevent me from killing people for their power.

Me: (looks at Spock) Really? Trust me, you aren’t the first to try to change him.

Spock: Why is everyone under the impression that this is a tough task to accomplish? Surely someone can change him.

Me: Nope! Sorry! You’d make the logical choice of not trying to change him.

Spock: Very well. (walks back to James T. Kirk)

Kirk: HAH! I TOLD YOU SO!

Spock: -_-

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Sylar: WHAT?! I’M ACTUALLY NOT BUSY SO YOU HAVE MY COMPLETE ATTENTION!

Me: I have a question that has been bothering me for quite a while actually.

Sylar: (goes wide eyed) it’s not one of those “do you like me” kind of questions is it?

Me: NO! Of course not! I was just wondering why you haven’t killed me or ran away from me since I’m like one of your biggest fans!

Sylar: (relieved) OH! It’s because unlike the fan girls...

Raine: AHHH! SYLAR! LET’S GET HIM GIRLS!

Me: (Sits waiting while Sylar gets chased by Raine, Jeslil, Atefeh, Tiff, and StephJP)

Sylar: (Comes back with his shirt missing and his hair messed up) you aren’t as ... fanatical as they are. And because you understand my need for ... (sniffs the air, gets up)

Me: (Sits waiting as Sylar gets lured in by the fan girls again)

Sylar: (comes back half naked with a plate of pumpkin pie) pie! Those are the reasons.

Me: I’m sorry, WHAT?! THAT’S WHY WE’RE FRIENDS?! BECAUSE I’M NOT FANATICAL AND I UNDERSTAND YOUR NEED FOR PIE?!

Sylar: (Looks shocked) umm...

Me: Yup, that seems right.

Sylar: -_-

Sylar Short Stories: January 27 - 26, 23, 2010

Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole! Nicole!

Me: (opens my bedroom window) I’M BUSY STUDYING! GO AWAY!

Sylar: BUT! YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS! IT’S SUPER AWESOME!

Me: NO! I HAVE A TEST TOMORROW AND I NEED TO STUDY! (closes window)

Sylar: BUT! ARGH. (Flies up to my window, knocks)

Me: (opens window) DUDE! I said I’m studying!

Sylar: (Flies in) AND I said that I NEED to show you something AWESOME!

Me: Fine. (Crosses arm, and sits on bed) what is it?

Sylar: (shows me the “separating thumbs” trick) OH! HOW DID I DO THAT?!

Me: (takes Chemistry textbook)

Sylar: Okay, I get the idea, you need to study.

Me: (whacks him in the head with my textbook)

Sylar: OW! What did you do that for?

Me: Oh I don’t know! I felt like doing something “AWESOME” to relieve my stress and frustration. AND IT WORKED!

Sylar: -_-

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Sylar: (walking towards me, unresponsive, eyes open)

Me: (returns his book, looks at the time, it’s near midnight) dude, what are you doing up at this time?

Sylar: (Still unresponsive, walking towards me, stops)

Me: (Waves my hand in front of his face) Hello?! Anyone home?

Sylar: (Walks towards his phone, presses buttons, speakerphone turns on, he dials a number)

Me: (Realizes) OH NO WAY! You’re sleepwalking! (Takes out phone, presses record button)

Sylar: (Walks towards his fridge, opens the door and takes his milk out)

Phone: HELLO? Anyone there?

Me: HIRO?

Hiro (on the phone): Nicole? Why are you calling me?

Me: I didn’t call you. Sylar did. Well he sort of did

Hiro: What do you mean he “sort of” phoned me.

Me: (watching Sylar) He’s sleepwalking

Hiro: no way! You should totally record this.

Me: One step ahead of you! Talk to you later! (Hangs up the phone)

Sylar: (Looks at his milk, then pours in it in his hand, drinks the milk) NO! THE PINK TURTLE CAN DO THE MOONWALK!

Me: (Walks towards him, still recording) Sylar? Hello?!

Sylar: (Still sleepwalking, takes out thawed raw chicken) THERE YOU ARE MISSES WINTERBERRY! (Goes back to bed cuddling the raw chicken)

Me: Wow...I`M GOING TO POST THIS ON ZACHARY QUINTO COMMUNITY IF YOU DON`T WAKE UP!

Sylar: (Still sleeping) I like soup.

Me: -_-

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Sylar: (on his phone) SHHH! HELLO?! (sighs) darn hold music.

Me: Why are you on hold?

Sylar: Because my laptop isn’t working (screams into the phone) HELLO? WHAT?! I’M 66TH IN LINE?! GAH!

Me: Do you want me to try to fix it?

Sylar: I’VE TRIED EVERYTHING! EVERYTHING! You can try, but trust me; you won’t be able to fix it.

Me: (tries to turn the laptop on, doesn’t respond)

Sylar: (screaming into the phone) YES I HAVE TECHINAL DIFFICULTIES, oh (presses a button on his phone, mutters) stupid automated voice

Me: (lifts up his laptop to check if everything is plugged in, sees that the battery isn’t all the way in, pushes it back in) Hey Sylar! I...!

Sylar: WAIT! I’VE JUST MOVED UP 4 SPOTS!

Me: Okay, whatever then! I’ll talk to you later.

(6 hours later)

Sylar: YES! NUMBER1 IN LINE!

Me: You’re still on hold?

Sylar: Yes...unfortunately.

Me: Hey, can I show you something? (grabs his arm and leads him to his laptop) Look at this! (Presses the power button, it turns on)

Sylar: (Mouth opens) How...how...how... did you do that? OH MY GOSH! YOU HAVE A POWER.I WANT IT. (holds me to the wall)

Man on the telephone: Hello? Sir? Is anyone there?

Sylar: Yes, hi! My laptop wouldn’t turn on but it’s fixed now, (sarcastically) thanks for your help.

Man on the telephone: Oh I’m sorry sir, this is the number for making reservations at our
hotel in the Bahamas.

Sylar: What? (throws phone at the wall, sneers) GIVE ME YOUR POWER!

Me: My power to be able to push a battery back into the slot?

Sylar: What? (sighs) -_-

Sylar Short Stories: January 22 - 17, 2010

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Sylar: I’M BUSY AT THE MOMENT! (On the couch watching Finding Nemo, currently paused)

Me: (scoffs) really? Doing what?

Sylar: I can’t say Ah-nem-ee-on-ee! (rewinds, presses play, the part where Nemo has trouble saying anemone)

Me: OH! You honestly can’t say it? Anemone?

Sylar: AMENOENEE! AHNOMNEE!

Me: (slowly) Ah...nem...oh...nee!

Sylar: ah-nom-nom-nee...GARGH! (Mouthing the words, thinking) An M&M ee?

Me: (hits my forehead in frustration) this is just like the time where my friend can’t pronounce synonym

Sylar: That’s easy to say! Syn-nom-min.

Me: This is going to take a while. (Sits down on his couch, presses play to continue watching finding Nemo)

Sylar: CINNAMON and AN M&M E!

Me: -_-

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Sylar: (Gives a bear hug) I CAN’T TALK NOW. I’m busy

Me: Wait just one moment! Why did you just randomly hug me?

Sylar: (hugs a random person) because it’s national hug day and if I don’t, something bad will happen to me.

Me: Says who?

Sylar: Claire! And when I didn’t hug her, I tripped and fell down the stairs!

Me: So you’re going to hug no matter what? (Sylar nods, I smile an evil grin)

(10 minutes later)

Me: HEY SYLAR!

Sylar: (goes wide eyed) I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.

Me: Yes, I know. Here are some people you can hug!

(I stand aside to reveal StephJP, Jeslil, Ziggyeor, Gayle, DestinyRaven, Lisa M, One_of_jennifer, and Steffigoosie grinning ear to ear, near to the point of fainting)

Sylar: Fine. Come on girls, one by one please. (gives each fan a bear hug)

(Each fan squeals after the hug)

Me: (takes in a deep breath) GROUP HUG! (looks at Sylar, fan girls all ready to hug him again)

(We all walk to Sylar who is backing away)

Sylar: NO MORE HUGS! AHHHHH!!!

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SyLARR! SyLARR! SyLARR! *COUGH*

Sylar: Jeez, what happened to you.

Me: (Miserably) I’m sick.

Sylar: (Dramatically) MAH HAH! THE TABLES HAVE TURNED!

Me: Wait. What do you mean? (Sylar leaves)

(10 minutes later)

Sylar: Here! I brought you some chicken soup.

Me: (Coughs) thanks! And now I see what you mean by the tables have turned!

Sylar: (Leans in closer, whispers) OH! And by the way

Me: (smiles, hoping to hear “You’re cute”)

Sylar: You’re

Me: (Leaning in more, grinning from ear to ear)

Sylar: Going to need to pay me back.

Me: -_-

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Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: (distressed) HELP ME!

Sylar: Okay! Give me a minute! (Flies out of my house, comes back dressed as Indiana Jones)

Me: What are you doing?

Sylar: (Starts singing the theme song) I’m going to save you!

Me: But I don’t need sav...oh, whatever. Continue

Sylar: (Jumps over my couch, runs out the door, gets into my tree in the backyard, takes out his whip and swings to crash through the window, falls on his butt.) Ouch. (Stands up) TIME FOR SOME BUTT KICKING! I’M HERE TO SAVE YOU! What’s your problem?

Me: (seriously) I had extra pie and I couldn’t finish it.

Sylar: AH HAH! A PROBLEM I CAN FIX WITH A FORK!

Me: (clasps hands together, says dramatically) My hero! *Rolls eyes*

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Sylar: WE CAN’T GO TO THE PARK TODAY! I HAVE A DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT! COME WITH ME!

Me: (Brightens up) Are you sure? Isn’t it going to be a bit weird?

Sylar: (Thinks about it) No...It’s just a yearly check up.

(Drives to the doctor’s building, checks in, Sylar gets called)

(We both enter the room, I look around, on the walls are pictures of clowns, elephants, teddy bears)

Me: Um...Sylar? Is your doctor a paediatr...

Doctor: (Super enthusiastic) Hi Gabriel! How are you today?

Me: (mouthing) Gabriel?

Sylar: Hello doctor sunshine! (huge grin) I’m absolutely ready for the check up!

Doctor: Okay Gabriel, you know the drill, on the table and shirt off.

Me: Eep! (Sylar and Dr. Sunshine look at me) sorry, I have um...a bit of phlegm in my throat. (Sylar takes of his shirt, I literally try to hide my giggling)

Doctor: (takes a Popsicle stick, walks towards him) and the victim says?

Sylar: (opens his mouth) AHHHH.

Me: (Awkwardly sitting in the corner) So Doctor Sunshine, how long have you been Sylar’s, I mean Gabriel’s, paediatrician?

Doctor: Since he was five, I believe! Okay deep breaths Gabriel.

Me: (In awe at how beautiful he breathes)

(couple minutes pass by and the appointment is over)

Doctor: Would you like a lollipop or a sticker Gabriel?

Sylar: LOLLIPOP! NO! STICKER!! LOLLIPOP!

(We leave)

Me: So why do you still go to a paediatrician when you can heal?

Sylar: Because she’s AWESOME! And she gives me a choice between lollipops and stickers.

Me: -_-

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Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: (Standing in his foyer) are you ready to go see the movie yet? We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry.

Sylar: (Scoffs) HAH! I’m always ready. When does the movie start?

Me: In about 20 minutes.

Sylar: (Checks his watch) Let’s go. (Opens the door. Stops) Wait, I forgot my house keys.

Me: (Waits for him to get them from the kitchen) Good?

Sylar: (Nodding) Yes. (We exit, he closes and locks the door. He stops.) Wait, I forgot my wallet.

Me: (Sighs) Hurry up.

Sylar: (unlocks the door and takes five minutes to get his wallet, comes out) okay. Let’s go (starts walking) NO WAIT! I left my oven on!

Me: DUDE! SERIOUSLY? And you said you (in a mocking tone) “are always ready.” Come on Sylar! You have to get your act together! I mean honestly, you are a serial killer and you are so disorganized! JEEZ LOUISE!

Sylar: (Bursts into laughter)

Me: (serious tone) what is so funny?

Sylar: I was kidding about the oven being on, and I had my wallet and my keys in my pocket the whole time! I was just seeing how long it would take to bug you!

Me: -_- That’s mean. (Sniffles, starts to tear up, turn around, whimper tone) you made me yell at you for no reason.

Sylar: Oh, I’m so sorry Nicole. I didn’t mean to! I’m sorry!!! Please forgive me!

Me: (Turns around) AH HAH! (Wipes away forced tears) That took you 3 SECONDS!

Sylar: -_-

Sylar Short Stories: January 16 - 12, 2010

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Sylar: HELP ME FIRST!

Me: With what?

Sylar: There are some fan girls after me again!

Me: OH...well you can’t blame them.

Sylar: (Looking right and left) okay, well this is my last resort! (Changes into me)

Me: (Jaw drops) oh...my...gosh. YOU LOOK LIKE ME!

Sylar: (As me, same voice, same everything) I’m basically your twin. AND THAT’S WHAT YOU ARE GOING TO SAY WHEN THE FAN GIRLS COME OR ELSE

(In just a short time, Revica, Tiff, Goldenrod1034, Zachsfire, Jeslil, Steffigoosie, Angel, and May arrive)

Jeslil: Hey Nicole...um...(Looks at both Sylar and I, trying to figure out who is who)

Me: hi Jeslil (stands up to hug her, sits back down)

Angel: Who’s that? Your twin?

Me: Um (looks at Sylar, who looks like me [don’t forget this]) yes...

Revica: What’s your sister’s name?

Me: Sy...(Sylar cups my mouth to prevent me from speaking)

Sylar: (Dramatically) My name is Sylvia.

Tiff: Hello Sylvia! Nice to meet you! So Nicole, have you seen Sylar lately?

Sylar (Sylvia): (Almost shouting) NO!( Very quickly says) He’s not here! He’s never been here, he’s not even in the same city. Did you know he went to Nicaragua?

(Steffigoosie and May look each other with their eyebrows raised)

Goldenrod: That’s impossible! We just saw him 6 minutes and 54 seconds ago with...Nicole!

Me: (Looks at Sylar) Yes, Sylvia, would you care to explain this white lie to my friends?

Sylar: (scoffs) I’m not lying... (Everyone starts to close in on him, he gets up) Now there’s no need to get hasty (Changes back into Sylar) SEE YEAH! (Starts running, fan girls start chasing after him)

Me: (starts counting) 5...4...3...2...1

Sylar: (trips and fan girls start to “attack”) Nicole! Don’t just stand there! (Shirt comes off)

Me: Sorry! My mom needs me to help her bake some pies! See you later (walks away)

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Sylar: WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!

Me: What are you doing?

Sylar: (Standing by a toaster) you know how when you toast bread and when it’s done you flinch? Well I’m trying not to flinch and I almost got it.

Me: You’re never going to not flinch.

Sylar: OH YEAH?! YOU WANNA BET?

Me: YEAH! How about if you don’t flinch when it pops up, I’ll bake you 10 pumpkin pies.

Sylar: Sure. (Super confident) Why not?

Me: Well what about if you do flinch?

Sylar: Fine...If I flinch, which I won’t by the way, then I’ll (thinks) give you...a...hug?

Me: Okay fine. Deal?

Sylar: Deal (shakes hands, the toaster pops and Sylar screams and jumps in the air)

Me: (Bursts out laughing) SUCKER!

Sylar: (Face is all red) that nearly gave me a heart attack!

Me: I KNOW! That was freaking funny though. Now give me a hug!

Sylar: -_- (*hugs*)

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Sylar: Wake up, you should be paying attention in class...

Me: (wakes up) Uggh... (takes out phone, texts Sylar.) “Get me out of class”

(Couple of boring minutes pass by)

Cop: (knocks on door, enters classroom, looks me dead in the eye) Excuse me, is there a Nicole present in this classroom?

Teacher: Yes, she’s sitting over there. Is there a problem officer?

Cop: Yes there is actually. Nicole’s finger prints were found at a possible murder scene yesterday.

Me: (freaking out inside, thinking to myself, stands up) IT WAS SELF DEFENCE AND IT WAS ONLY A GUN SHOT WOUND

(Everyone else around me with shocked expressions)

Cop: Can you please come with me downtown?

Me: (Takes stuff with me) fine.

(The cop and I leave the room, after a couple of steps I slap him in the arm, the cop transforms back into Sylar)

Sylar: What the heck was that for? And did you actually shoot someone?

Me: OF COURSE NOT! And I knew it was you! YOUR EYEBROWS DIDN’T CHANGE.

Sylar: (Feels his eyebrows) Oh, huh! My eyebrows are awesome

Me:-_-

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Sylar: MY NAME IS SYLAR! And WHO ARE YOU?!

Brother: (Taken aback) Oh, I’m Nicole’s brother; she wanted to give you a message because she couldn’t see you today.

Sylar: (Sceptical) proceed...

Brother: (takes out piece of paper, clears throat) I HATE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW! YOU RUINED MY LIFE! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THIS TO ME. I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU KISSED HER. WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU! WE ARE NO LONGER FRIENDS. I HATE YOU.

Sylar: (Wide eyed) Nicole said that TO ME? WHAT COULD I HAVE DONE TO HER?

Brother: (looks at the piece of paper, wide eyed) OH! I’m sorry, that’s the wrong note!

Sylar: (calms down) Oh, that’s good. I thought you were serious.

Brother: (Takes out another note, clears throat) dear Sylar. I left you something in your jacket pocket. (brother leaves)

Sylar: (Sceptical, reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a piece of paper)

(The note says “You’re just so damn cute”)

Sylar: -_-

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Sylar: (Sleeping on his couch, snoring)

Me: YES! (Covers my mouth, runs into his kitchen) hehehehehe. (Takes Pumpkin pie and whip cream from kitchen)

Sylar: (Snores louder, laughs in his sleep)

Me: (Carefully opens Sylar’s left hand, puts whip cream on hand, I start eating the pie, tickles his nose)

Sylar: (Right hand waves off the feather)

Me: (Whispers to myself) seriously?

Sylar: (Still sleeping) Seriously. (Left hand with whip cream grabs pie from table and starts eating it)

Me: You’re such a pig.

Sylar: (Wakes up, still chewing his pie) why are you here? What’s on my hand? AND WHAT AM I EATING?

Me: Whip cream and you’re eating pumpkin pie.

Sylar: Oh. Okay. (Licks his hand) I need more.

Me: So you don’t care that you happen to wake up eating pie?

Sylar: (grabs the whip cream can, sprays it into his mouth, then smiles) NOPE!

Me: -_-

Sylar Short Stories: January 11 - 7, 2010

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Sylar: (In a tree) WHAT?! I’M A LITTLE BUSY HERE!

Me: (Sceptical) what are you doing?

Sylar: WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I’M DOING? I’m going to take my whip and swing over to the next tree LIKE IN INDIANA JONES!

Me: (notices that Sylar is dressed exactly like Indiana Jones) okay. (Starts to walk away)

Sylar: NO! Stay! You need to watch my awesomeness!

Me: (turns around) Okay.

Sylar: (Takes a deep breath, starts singing the Indiana Jones song, whips his whip and it catches the branch) get ready to see some awesome! (Jumps off tree, branch breaks, he falls on his back)

Me: (Eyes wide open, runs to his side) OH MY GOSH! Are you okay? (Looks at his stomach, a tree branch pokes through)

Sylar: Yeah, sure! I mean, THERE IS A TREE BRANCH STICKING OUT OF MY STOMACH! Take it out. NOW!

Me: (Grabs the branch and with a tug it slides right out) lovely. You know if I you sign this tree branch, I could sell it on EBay and some super obsessed fan would totally buy this.

Sylar: -_-

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Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: Do you want to play a game of soccer?

Sylar: Sure! (Mumbling to himself) This is going to be so easy.

(Gets onto the field)

Me: READY GIRLS?!

DobbyJunior, Raine, May, Persephone, Ziggyeor, and Atefeh: READY!

Sylar: When did those fan girls get there?

(Soccer ball falls down from sky)

Me: (Sylar and I running towards ball, Sylar gets it first) who you going pass it to? You’re the only one on the team MUWHAHAHA.

Sylar: (Evil look) I can use my power. (Attempts to use power, doesn’t work) What?

Me: (Kicks the ball from Sylar, accidently kicking him in the shin) Oops (runs towards the net at the goalie) GIRLS! I NEED SOME HELP HERE!

Sylar: (Lying on the floor in pain, grabbing his shin) THAT REALLY HURT!

(All the fan girls run towards Sylar and kneel by him, some stroking his leg, another massaging his shoulders)

Ziggyeor: Don’t worry, we’ll kiss it better!

Sylar: NO! NO KISSING!

Me: (WAKES UP in my living room on the couch, sees Sylar on the floor in pain) Hey! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY LIVING ROOM?

Sylar: WHY DID YOU KICK ME IN THE SHIN?

Me: I kicked you in the shin? WHILE I WAS SLEEPING? AWESOME! No, seriously, what are you doing here?

Sylar: I was going to scare you. AND THEN YOU KICKED ME.

Me: Well that’s what you get for trying to scare me.

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Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: Guess what my mom said? She said that if I finish washing her car, SHE’S GOING TO GIVE ME PUMPKIN PIE! And you know I COULD give you some, if you help me...

Sylar: (Eyes bulge) REALLY? OKAY! YEAH! (goes to get the hose in the backyard)

Me: (Yells) Actually I think I’ll just give you my piece!

Sylar: (Pops out of nowhere right in front of me while I throw a bucket of water onto the car, which splashes him) REALLY!?

Me: Oh my gosh, I’m sorry Sylar. You came out of nowhere

Sylar: I DON’T CARE. (Takes off shirt, whips hair to get water off) CAN I REALLY HAVE YOUR PIECE?

Me: (Mouth wide open, what I see happens in slow motion, heart literally melting) Yes...

Sylar: (Jumps up and down) Yipee! (Washes the car)

Me: (Mouth still open) Oh wow, Sylar half naked on my driveway. Somewhere, the minds of fan girls are exploding.

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Me: WHERE ARE YOU?! (Sees Sylar sleeping, starting to quietly leave)

Sylar: (Snoring, on the couch, cradling a teddy bear, mumbling) WAIT!

Me: (Stands still, turns around) what?

Sylar: (Still sleeping, mumbling) you need...you need to help...me find him
Me: (Giggling, going along, takes phone out to record) find who Sylar?

Sylar: (Snores) Waldo.

Me: (Giggling even louder) why do you want to find Waldo?

Sylar: (Turns over to the other side) because he...he has a power.

Me: (curious) what kind of power does Waldo have? The power to hide?

Sylar: (Snores) No...no...the power... the power... to have rubber duckies to appear out of nowhere. The duckies can eat the purple ... the purple... marshmallows. The marshmallows...purple...are the enemy of the yellow duck.

Me: (Bursts into laughter, waking Sylar)

Sylar: (Gets up and uses his power to hold me to the wall, in a serious tone) what are you doing here?

Me: (Still laughing, holds up my phone) Watch this.

Sylar: (Eyes bulge) this really happened? Why do I have no memory of this?

Me: Maybe your teddy bear knows (giggles while points at his teddy bear)

Sylar: Yes, maybe Mister Snuggles can explain the purple marshmallows!

Me: -_-

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Sylar: OH MY GOSH (Grinning from ear to ear) ARE YOU SEEING THIS?

Me: (Looks around, there are pumpkin pies everywhere) Yes, I’m seeing this. Oh my gosh.

Sylar: (Reaches out to grab one, all of a sudden someone from behind the pie grabs his hands and ties them up) HEY! WHAT THE HECK! NICOLE!

Me: Why are you looking at me? I’m not doing anything...

Sylar: (Looks down, feet tied up, pumpkins fall down from the shelf) NO! THE HORROR!

(Gayle walks towards Sylar, soon comes Lisa M, Kannbrown, Babysteps, Revica, and MLadyArtist )

Sylar: (Panicking) NICOLE! HELP ME UNTIE THESE ROPES BEFORE THEY GET ME!

Me: (sitting on a chair eating a pumpkin pie, mouth full) WOT?

Sylar: (falls to the ground, the girls kneels by him) AHHH...wait, they aren’t going to kill me... (A fan girl rubs her fingers through his hair, another takes off his jacket) Heh, I kind of like this... (A fan girl takes a piece of pie and feeds it to him) EWW THIS IS PRUNE PIE AND WHAT IS THAT POKING MY BACK?!

Sylar: (opens his eyes, lying in the park)

Me: (stops poking him) have a nice nap sleeping beauty?

Sylar: (frazzled) It was just a dream?! I didn’t eat prune pie and there aren’t any fan girls drooling all over me at this moment?

Me: NOPE, no fan girls! Well okay, me...

Sylar: -_-

Sylar Short Stories: January 5- 1, 2010

Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! I NEED MY BOOK BACK FOR SCHOOL!

Sylar: (sitting in the darkness, watching another movie)

Me: (Sees book on the coffee table, crawls towards it, Sylar puts his feet on top of the book, I look at the TV and start watching)

Movie: “It's stronger than her love. In fact, reinforced by her love. You can say everything you long to say, including good-bye. Even if she can't understand it. And you'll have the satisfaction that you didn't give up.”

Sylar: (Sniffles, grabs a tissue paper through the sleeves of his Snuggie)

Me: (sitting on the floor, unseen, quietly sniffling, reaches for the tissue)

Sylar: (Sees my hand, eyes goes wide, literally jumps out of the couch) AHH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? (Discreetly wipes eyes)

Me: I needed my book! (Looks at him) Were you crying?

Sylar: (Shocked, embarrassed) No, no! I’m not crying! My eyes are...are just a little sweaty today!

Me: Your eyes are a little… (Pause) sweaty? (Pausing to think about it)

Sylar: (Arm comes up; furniture comes off of the floor, moves around the room then fall to the floor)

Me: What are you doing?

Sylar: Rearranging my furniture so that if you come in, I’ll be able to see you.

Me: And so that I don’t catch you and (thinks about it, and slowly say) your eyes sweating …

Sylar: -_-

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Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: Someone left you a pumpkin pie specifically for you over on that table. (Points to the table)

Sylar: (Breaks out into a huge grin) REALLY?! (Starts sprinting towards the table) NOM NOM NOM! Thanks Nicole!

Me: (Surprised) I never baked any pie...I don’t even know who left it there.

Sylar: (Pumpkin pie in his mouth, whip cream moustache, goes wide eyed) WOT? WHO GOVE IT TEN?

Hollyjolly: GET HIM!

(Jeslil, Ziggyeor, Born2Trek, and Persephone sprint towards him from a bush they were hiding behind. Lisa M and Hollyjolly on bikes pedalling towards him)

Sylar: AHHH! (Runs away from the fans)

Me: (Carefully tip toeing to the half eaten pie, wanting to get a taste)

Sylar: (runs towards me) I’LL TAKE THAT! AHHHH! (Flies into the sky)

Me: -_-

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Sylar: SHHH! I’M WATCHING A MOVIE ON MY IPHONE.

Me: (Curious) What movie? (Looks over his shoulder)

Sylar: Star Trek! (Smiles) This Spock is such a control freak. I’m rooting for this Captain Nero character!

Me: (Surprised) But Spock is awesome! He is so smart, handsome... (Going into fan girl fantasy mode)

Sylar: Eh. (Still glued to the movie) did you watch the fight scene with Kirk and Spock? Totally could have taken Spock down. It would be too easy. WAAAY TOO EASY. (Looks at me directly, stares into my soul) TOO EASY.

Me: Whatever you say Sylar... (walks away)

(Later that day...)

Me: (See’s Sylar on the ground, his face shows all sorts of confusion) What happened? (Grabs his hand to lift him up)

Sylar: (out of breath) Spock...challenge...no killing...HE TOUCHED MY NECK...

Me: Say no more, I can imagine.

Sylar: (Starts to walk away)

Me: Where are you going? Don’t you dare even try to get his power (Remembers something) There’s pumpkin pie over there for you!

Sylar: (Stops dead in his track) What? WHERE?! WHERE IS IT! ?

(To be continued...)

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Sylar: WHAT?!

Me: Can you help me with something? (Grabs his arm, pulls him to my bedroom) My Sylar poster fell down and I’m having trouble putting it up.

Sylar: Yeah, sure. I’ll use my power to put it up, no problem.

Me: (Watching him successfully put the poster up, looks down at his foot) WHAT’S THAT!

Sylar: (looks down, eyes bulge) OH MY GAWD (Screams, jumps on my bed) THERE’S A HUGE SPIDER! GET IT!

Me: (Already on the bed with him, jumping up and down) NO YOU GET IT! YOU’RE THE ONE WITH THE POWER!

Sylar: (Points at the spider, moves his arm, misses) DANG! DARN SPIDER! (Spider disappears)

(Both of us sit on the bed)

Me: Wow, I’ve never heard you scream like that before.

Sylar: Well wait just one sec...

(Poster falls down)

Sylar: *large sigh* -_-

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Sylar: IT’S TIME TO CELEBRATE!

Me: Why are you so energetic?

Sylar: I DRANK TOO MUCH COFFEE YESTERDAY! (Huge smile)

Me: Why?

Sylar: I WAS DARED. SO WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO? BUNGEE JUMPING? SKY DIVING?

Me: How ‘bout we just sit and talk by the fountain?

Sylar: OKAY!(we sit down)

Me: (Looks over to my other side for a cookie) So who dared you? (Hears a large splash)

Sylar: (Passed out and lying in the fountain) UGHH...Why am I taking a bath IN A FOUNTAIN?

Me: (Gets into the water, pulls him out of the fountain) I think you just crashed.

Sylar: (Standing up in the fountain) into what?

Me: Into the effects of caffeine and lack of sleep.

Sylar: Okay. Remind me to kill them later (walks out of the fountain, walks a few steps and crashes into a tree branch, lying on the floor) who was that? Did I just crash into caffeine? (giggles before falling to sleep)

Me: -_-