(November 18, 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!
Me: (Thinking to myself, hands bound, mouth taped over, in the dark, hoping that he could hear my thoughts)
(A couple days earlier)
Me: So Sylar, guess what? (both walking in the park)
Sylar: what?
Me: I lost the power.
Sylar: HOW?!
Me: I tried opening a bag of cereal the other day and the power wouldn’t work. So I’m taking the assumption here that it’s gone. (smiles)
Sylar: (Creepy face) You want to have it again?
Me: If it involves kissing you, then no. Honestly Sylar, we’ve talked about it when I came out of that coma. But maybe one day...nah, never mind.
Sylar: Alright, if you say so! We should go get a ... (articulates) cup cake.
(later that day...)
Me: Claire? How has Peter been since the ... thing?
Claire: He’s been good. Doing lots of travelling actually. Since you gave him that power, he’s doing A LOT of stuff lately. I’ll say hi to him when I get to...
(A car crashes into Claire, who was walking in front of me, and a van screeches to a halt and the door opens)
Me: (I run to her) CLAIRE! Are you alright?
Claire: Yeah, I’m fine. (She looks at me with a wild eyed expression) NICOLE!
(A cloth is put over my nose and I pass out. I feel my body being dragged to the van)
(Afterwards...)
(At Sylar’s house)
Peter: (teleports into Sylar’s house) Sylar.
Sylar: Peter? What are you doing here?
Peter: (Grimly) Nicole’s in trouble.
(November 22, 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!
Claire: (Furiously knocks on Sylar’s door) SYLAR. OPEN THE DOOR.
Sylar: (quickly opens it) WHAT?!
Claire: (Sees Peter) Peter? What are you doing here?
Peter: Nicole’s in trouble. Why are you here?
Claire: I SAW IT HAPPENING. I saw the people take her!
Sylar: (Goes pale) What? Did you ... did you ... WHO?!
Claire: I don’t know. It might have been ... the government or someone like us...I don’t know why someone would want to kidnap her...
Sylar: Wait. (everyone stops) Do you hear that? (He tilts his head) She’s calling me. I can hear her through my mind.
Peter: Her power still works?
Sylar: NO! SHE SAID IT DIDN’T. She lied...to me! (sits down and puts his hand to his mouth)
Claire: Why are you freaking out?! This is a good thing.
Peter: (Pacing back and forth) She shouldn’t have it though. Ever since she took Samuel’s power and got stabbed in the ... (covers his mouth)
Sylar: (Looks up quickly) WHAT?! (Peter starts to walk into Sylar’s kitchen) Peter? What are you not telling me?
Peter: (turns around) Nicole told me that when she woke up from her coma, Samuel was there. He wanted her power and she took his instead. He got mad and stabbed her in the back with a knife.
Sylar: (Turning pale) I need to lie down. (Goes back to his living room and lays on the couch)
Claire: (In the kitchen with Peter) so let’s say she doesn’t have her power, how did she telepathically reach Sylar and not us?
Peter: It must have been when he transferred his power to her. Hmm...(Goes to the living room)
Sylar: I kissed her. (Peter looks confused) You know, in order to give her my power to save you.
Peter: That’s your connection. If she can talk to you telepathically, I bet she can hear you back.
Sylar: Why should I do that when I can just teleport and save her?
Peter: You don’t know what or who you’re going up against. And I do owe her too. So I want to help.
(meanwhile)
Man: Nicole? Hello?
Me: (Wakes up, sitting on a cold chair, an IV up my arm) huh?
Man: (In the shadows) Do you know why you’re here?
Me: (blinks a couple time, shakes head)
Man: (Comes out of the shadows, it’s Samuel) Because I want my power back.
(November 25, 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: (Blinks his eyes a couple times) I heard her again.
Claire: What did she say?
Sylar: She just kept calling my name.
Peter: Try finding her.
Sylar: (Closes his eyes and breathes) Nicole, where are you?
Me: (Telepathically) I ... know ... Samuel.
Sylar: The message is so unclear. I don’t understand. And she said Samuel.
Peter: (Alarmed) WE HAVE TO GO NOW. (Hold Sylar and Claire and teleports to an unknown room)
Claire: PETER! Why did you do that? Where are we?
Peter: If it’s Samuel, he wants his power back. He doesn’t care how he’s going to get it. I’ve read his mind when I fought him in the hospital Sylar; if he has to, he’s going to kill to get it.
Sylar: (Sits down on the concrete floor, looks up, starts to blink rapidly) there are men with guns here. Where are we Peter?
Peter: A room in the basement, Nicole is a couple floors above us right now.
Claire: WHAT?! (covers her mouth, talks quieter) how ... what are we ...
(Footsteps approaching the door)
Man: (Talking to other men) Once he’s done with her, we’ll dump the body in here. (The men leave)
Sylar: They’re going to kill her.
(meanwhile...)
Samuel: Okay, so here’s what I need. You give me my power back and I’ll leave you alone. You refuse, and you’ll face the painful consequences.
Me: (Looks up, tied to the chair, IV still running through my veins, tears dried up) Samuel, I don’t have it anymore. I’m not like you. The power just disappeared.
Samuel: You tried that once and you ended up taking my power away, I’m not going to fall for that.
Me: (weakly) I don’t have your power.
Samuel: fine. I’ll let you think about your decision a little more (walks up to me, tilts my chin up to look at him) and then I guess we’ll see. SYRINGE! (Man gives him a syringe and Samuel pulls out the IV and injects the syringe into my arm)
Me: (Looks at Samuel walking away, slowly losing consciousness, quietly) Sylar. Help.
(November 27, 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: (Still in the room in the basement with Peter and Claire) Something’s different. I can’t feel her anymore. It’s like she’s not in this building anymore.
(Footsteps approach, key goes into the door knob)
Claire: (Quietly) hide!
(Sylar and Peter teleports while Claire hides behind a bookcase)
Man: Let’s put her over here. (Body makes a loud thump, they leave)
(Sylar and Peter teleport back)
Sylar: (Trips over something) Peter! Turn on the lights! (Peter turns on the lights) No. (Sees my body as the thing he tripped on) no, no, no. Nicole?! (Picks me up in his arms)
Peter: (kneels towards Sylar) you can still save her. Make a power!
Sylar: No. No more powers. This is my fault. And now she’s dead. I’m going to take my power away.
Claire: Sylar, you’re being irrational. That’s the one thing you don’t want to do! We have to fight back.
Peter: Sylar, by letting Samuel win, you’re giving up. Now he’s going to have everything.
Sylar: (stands up) I don’t care.
Peter: For God’s sake Sylar, can you just stop and think about what you’re doing? Be RATIONAL! Taking away your own power will make you normal, and pretty darn stupid.
Me: (Takes a huge gasp) THAT’S IT! (Peter and Claire look my way in panic; Sylar drops to his knees and hugs me)
Sylar: You’re alright! How...why aren’t you...?
Me: (Holds the back of his neck and kisses him, I feel something twitch in the back of my brain) Sorry Sylar. I just need the power! You guys, (I look at Peter and Claire) thank you. (I teleport out of the room, leaving Sylar, Peter and Claire in total confusion)
(November 30, 2010)
Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel! Samuel!
Samuel: (Alarmed) What are you doing here?
Man #1: She agreed to give you your power.
Me: (Looks up, bruised and battered, weak)
Man #2: Should we hook her up to the IV?
Samuel: (Smiling) no, set her on the chair and just stay in the room. (Looks at me) Alright, so you have come to agreement?
Me: (Nods)
Samuel: (Kneels to my level) I know you’re weak, but give me my power back first and we’ll slowly get into the OTHER power.
Me: (Silently) lean forward.
Samuel: (Cautiously leans forward, I place my hand on his forehead, smiles) your hand is cold.
Me: (Takes my hand off, breathes heavily)
Samuel: (stands up, clenches his fists, the ground moves) YES. (Kneels back down) And now the other power. (Leans forward)
Me: (I place my hand on his forehead, he twitches at the coldness, and I lean in towards his ear, clearly) I can’t believe you’re falling for this again.
Samuel: (Stumbles up quickly, turns around) GUARDS! (The fake guards in the room dissipate into mist, he clenches his fists, but the ground doesn’t move) NO NO NO .
Me: (standing up easily, I quietly teleport in front of him and grab Samuel’s arm, we teleport as Sylar, Claire and Peter enter the room)
Sylar: NICOLE! WAIT!
(December 9, 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: (sitting on the floor while Peter walks around and Claire looks outside the abandoned building)
(I teleport to the farthest part in the room, away from the three)
Peter: YOU’RE BACK!
Me: (I look up, slowly walk up to Sylar, who is now standing and running towards me, I smile) I did it. (I collapse and lose consciousness)
(Later...)
Me: (Blinks eyes, pushes the blanket off and sits up on the bed. I look around the unfamiliar room: white wall, white dresser, white bed. Silence) Hello? (no response, I look out the window and it’s not the familiar city streets; but just white. No sky, no sun, no ground)
(The door of the room opens and an arrow pointing to the door startles me; that wasn’t there before)
Me: (I walk through the door and fall through the air)
Sylar: Nicole!
Me: (Gasps, and regains consciousness, in Peter’s room, I cough a couple times, alerting Peter, I get up and off a bed)
Peter: NICOLE! You’re alright!
Me: (Wipes my mouth with my hand) yeah. What’s up?
Peter: (holds my shoulders) what did you do with Samuel? Did you kill him?
Me: (Stares at him) Did ... I ... KILL HIM?! Do you think I’m like that Peter?
Peter: (Steps back a bit) well...no. But then what did you do with him?
Me: (Stops time, everything freezes) Good, my powers still work (unfreezes time) Gather Sylar and Claire and I’ll show you in the park. (I teleport out)
(Later...)
Me: (I tap Sylar and Peter on the shoulder, they are talking to Claire who is sitting on a park bench) Hey guys.
Sylar: (His eyes widen, Peter starts to get angry, Sylar holds him back) NICOLE! What. .. what!
Me: (Let’s go of Samuel’s hand) I’d like you to meet MY FRIEND, Samuel. (I see Claire’s mouth just drop)
Peter: (takes my hand and leads me to a tree) what did you do to him?
Me: I “rearranged” his mind. He doesn’t know how to hurt people, he doesn’t even care that he doesn’t have a power anymore! He’s sorry about everything, but it’s over Peter. (we walk back)
Samuel: (literally on his knees begging for forgiveness) I’m sorry for everything.
Claire: Um...thanks. I guess.
Me: So how’s it feel being good, Samuel?
Samuel: Great actually. Especially now that the government can’t force me into getting a power from you!
Me: wait. WHAT?! The GOVERNMENT?!
Samuel: (Looks down and then up at all three of us, his eyes completely white, speaks in a different voice) they know about you three. They’ve been watching. Especially at you Nicole. Now that they know Sylar can give powers to the “normals”, they want to try and harvest it. You better pretend you don’t have the power anymore or they’ll come and get you.
Sylar: (shakes Samuel) SAMUEL!
Samuel: (returns back to normal) I’m sorry, I was totally out of it. What were we talking about?
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