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: (Sees me, turns around, starts walking down the path in the park) STAY AWAY FROM ME!
Me: (runs up to him and stops him) SYLAR! WHAT THE HELL! WHY HAVE YOU BEEN AVOIDING ME FOR FIVE MONTHS!?
Sylar: (Doesn’t turn around) we’re not supposed to talk to each other.
Me: (crosses arm, furious) and why is that? Huh? PLEASE ENLIGHTEN ME.
Sylar: (Turns around, looks at me in my eye, serious expression) because I hate you. (Looks around for people then teleports out)
Me: (Shocked) What? (Hands drop to hips) Sylar? (Tearing up) Sylar? I know you’re kidding! (Looks around for him, he’s not there, tears start streaming down my face)
(Later that day ...)
Me: (Sitting in my room, staring out into space) eff this. This isn’t Twilight. (Gets up, phones Peter)
Peter: (on the phone) Hello?
Me: Peter. Are you busy?
Peter: (Whispers) I’m not supposed to talk to you!
Me: Peter, I swear to God ...
Peter: (continues to whisper) meet me at 10th Destiny Street. The alley. 5 minutes (hangs up)
(5 minutes later...)
Me: (Leaning on a wall, sees Peter teleport in) Peter?
Peter: (Walks towards me) We have to make this quick. They’re...
Me: (Put my hand up to stop him) Why have you and Sylar been avoiding me?
Peter: Because some secret governmental group is following us. They are using us to find you.
Me: Peter, you don’t understand, I have to tell you something.
Peter: (Looks around) they’re everywhere. Gotta go. (Teleports out)
Me: No! WAIT! (Sighs) I guess I can’t say good bye to them.
(The next week)
Me: (walking around the new neighbourhood) New city, new house, new neighbours... (sees a figure in black at the end of the sidewalk. Walks towards him, reaching for his shoulder) Hello?
Sylar: (Turns around, looks shocked) NICOLE! (Hunches down, speaks in a whispered tone) what are you doing here? How did you find me?
Me: (Looking even more shocked) what are YOU doing HERE?!
Sylar: (Looks around) this can’t be happening.
Me: (angry at his implied insults, trying to calm down) I need to tell you something important.
Sylar: (Not listening, still whispering) I need to leave. They’re going to find you. I have to get Peter and Claire.
Me: (calmly) Sylar, I’m dying.
(PART 2)
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: (stops staring into space) I’m sorry, WHAT!?
Me: (takes a deep breath) I’m dying.
Sylar: (speaks really fast) so use your power, cure yourself.
Me: (looks away) I can’t. (Turning around) I think I’m having some sort of allergic reactions to the powers. I talked to Dr. Mohinder Suresh and asked him what the problem was. He said my body is creating cells that mutate my genetic code every time I use a power. So...
Sylar: (Turns me around) so ... what?
Me: So I used the powers you gave me to the point where we think it is going to turn me into something that is not human...
Sylar: I ...I...
Me: ... we’ve tried serums, tests, antidotes, but Mohinder thinks that since I’ve prolonged telling you and you were avoiding me, that any power that is absorbed into my body will just kill me. I’ve been seeing him for about 3 months without any positive results. But ...
Sylar: (Walking back and forth, stops, looks at me, and start walking back and forth) it’s all my fault. Being so paranoid. It is my entire fault.
Me: Sylar it’s not your fault. And the government thing ... (Peter runs up to me, and lifts me up while giving a big hug)
Peter: NICOLE! I’m so sorry for leaving you like that! But you’re here, and nobody seems to be following us, so please, come in!
(We all walk to their house)
Me: I have some news for you Peter. You better sit down.
Sylar: (puts his hand to his forehead)
Peter: (Smiling) Yes? What is it?
Me: I’m ... going to die. (he quickly stands up, I put my hands on his shoulders to make him sit down) I’m not finished. Remember the secret governmental group that is planning to kidnap me?
Sylar: (Hand drops, stares at me) what about it?
Me: Mohinder is a part of it.
(Part 3)
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: (Teleports back into his/Peter’s house with Mohinder. He pins Mohinder to the wall) HOW DARE YOU! What should we do to him Peter?
Peter: (in a sarcastic tone) I don’t know!
Me: NO! Sylar!
Sylar: YOU’RE DEFENDING HIM?!
Mohinder: (gasping) Sylar.
Me: (sits down) He’s a double agent. Well, until he realized that they were trying to capture me.
Sylar: (releases Mohinder, Mohinder coughs on the floor)
Me: Dr. Suresh got a “lucrative contract” to develop a serum to inject into a human body. That serum would have “plucked” out all extraordinary developments or powers in the body, and basically after a month or so, the serum with powers would clot, it would be removed, and then inserted into the highest bidder who is desperate for supernatural powers.
Mohinder: (stands up) There were three problems: The first being that it would cause death to the original donor, the second being that the receiver could have a violent reaction, and the third being that I found out that the person being injected with my experimental serum was Nicole.
Me: And since I got my powers differently than everyone else, it’s not exactly a good idea since no one knows how my own body will react.
Peter: How do we know we can trust him?
Me: Because he’s been getting information from this group.
Mohinder: The secret governmental group isn’t exactly lenient on who is tested, they need to use Nicole.
Sylar: So how do we know he’s not going to try the serum on you without you knowing it?
Me: (Mohinder looks at me, I look back) He already injected it.
Peter: (stands up, looks at Mohinder, points at the door) Get out of my house. HOW COULD YOU INJECT SOME EXPERIMENTAL SERUM INTO HER?! SHE’S DYING FOR GOD’S SAKE.
Mohinder: (Angry) PETER! DON’T YOU THINK I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING?! (Cools down)Okay, the serum is painlessly killing her. (Sylar stands up now) BUT that’s the point. Without the serum, she could turn into a toad any day now, so instead of her turning into some irreversible mutated monster, the serum takes all the powers away and mutated cells, I remove the clot, and she dies.
Me: (calmly) Sylar, Peter. I know this goes against every single moral code, and it hasn’t been done before, but once I die you’re going to have to bring me back to life using your powers.
Sylar: And what if it doesn’t work?
Me: Then, I guess that means you’ll never see me again.
(Part 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: (Looks down) How long do you have?
Me: (I look at Mohinder) about 4 days? (Mohinder nods)
Peter: 4 DAYS?! THAT’S IT?!
Mohinder: You ... may want to start practicing bringing someone back to life.
Me: (sits down) You know what? About a billion questions pop up when you realize you have the power to bring someone back to life: why me? Why not Nathan? Why not everybody that (looks at Sylar) died ... ?
Sylar: Do you believe in Destiny?
Me: maybe... why do you ask?
Sylar: Because if I didn’t kill a lot of people, would I be standing here with you? I’d probably never be able to control my powers if I never met Peter or Hiro.
Peter: (looks at Sylar) So because of destiny, you’re here to save her.
(4 days later... In Mohinder’s “lab”)
Sylar: so what’s going to happen?
Mohinder: Well, the serum is going to clot really soon. Nicole is hooked up to a machine that will basically tell us if she’s in distress when it clots. Let’s go
(They all enter the room)
Me: (Weakily) hey guys. What’s up?
Peter: Fine. (Trying to distract himself by starting a conversation) How are you? Are you in pain?
Me: I’m alright. My leg is hurting a little bit. (A lot of beeping begins)
Mohinder: (startled) She’s clotting. I have to remove it now. Which leg does it hurt in Nicole?
Me: (Gasping) right. Thigh.
Mohinder: (takes a long needle and inserts it into my thigh, I stifle a scream)
Me: (Looks at worried Sylar and Peter) I guess I’ll see you guys soon. (Faint smile)
Mohinder: GOT IT! (everyone looks at the needle and Mohinder looks back at me, checks for a pulse) She’s dead. Revive her. (stands out of the way)
Sylar: (Puts two fingers on my chest, another two on my head, closes his eyes)
Peter: (softly) concentrate.
Sylar: It’s not working.
Peter: Concentrate harder.
Sylar: She should be alive by now.
Peter: I’ll help you. (he puts two fingers on my chest, another two on my head, he closes his eyes) It’s not working. We have to try harder.
Mohinder: I’ll charge up the paddles. Maybe modern technology can help us. Okay, charging. CLEAR! (Puts the paddles on my chest, it doesn’t work) charging...
Peter: (puts his hand to his head) Sylar, something’s wrong.
Sylar: (Turns around quickly) YOU THINK?! SHE’S DEAD AND WE CAN’T SAVE HER.
Peter: None of my powers are working. Not even the most basic ones.
Sylar: What do you mean! (He tries it) none of mine are working. Mohinder?!
Mohinder: CLEAR! (9th time trying to save me, to no avail) She has no pulse. (he stops and drops the paddles) She’s gone.
(Part 5)
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!
Peter: SYLAR! Snap out of it! I convinced Mohinder to keep trying, but it doesn’t look too good. We should say our good byes now.
Sylar: (Walks up to my body, holds my hand, whispers in ear) I’m so sorry.
Mohinder: Charging. (Sylar kisses my forehead) CLEAR! (Mohinder shocks my body for the 10th time)
Me: (mix of gasps and coughing occur)
Peter: NICOLE! You’re alive! This is unbelievable.
Me: (Breathing starts to become normal, I slowly get up) Hey guys. (Sylar and Peter breathe a sigh of relief)
Sylar: (looks down, then back up at me) we couldn’t save you. Our powers stopped working.
Peter: uh, guys? (Points at the syringe with the clotted serum) it’s glowing.
Mohinder: (grabs it and examines it in the light, continues to glow a bright gold) something must be triggering the serum. I think ... it’s still collecting powers, even if it’s not in a body! (turns around to look at it more)
(Peter and Sylar look at each other and nod in unison)
Peter: That’s why we couldn’t use our powers.
Mohinder: (turns around again, his eyes start glowing gold) That contract (laughs like a lunatic)... you know what they offered me?
Sylar: (whispers) Peter, something’s wrong with Mohinder.
Mohinder: (continues) around $6.5 million. It’s in the palm of my hand. I’m holding the key to money. (laughs uncontrollably, eyes continue to glow) I’ll call them right now actually. They’ll be glad to hear... (laughs again)
Sylar: (Tackles Mohinder to the ground, they both fiddle with the syringe, the syringe ends up flying in the air) PETER! CATCH IT!
Peter: (catches the syringe, knocks the bed I’m laying on, stares at it, and his eyes start to glow) that’s just (begins to laugh) amazing. And it’s worth $6 million?
Me: (I quickly get up, violently grab it from him and toss it in the metal bucket. I light a match and set it on fire) Peter, are you ... (the bucket and its content explodes, sending Peter and I flying into the air)
Me: (I look up from the ground at an unconscious Peter and confused Sylar) Sylar?
Sylar: (He looks at me, his face goes pale, still confused) your ... your ... (points)
Me: (Looks down at where he’s pointing, choking gasp, there is a gigantic hole) ... I can see my heart.
May 23, 2011
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: (still looking at the gaping hole in my chest, crying) Sylar? What’s happening? Why am I still alive? Sylar?
Sylar: (gets up quickly and puts a towel over my chest) you’re going into shock.
Me: (Takes a couple deep breaths) okay, I’m calm. Peter? MOHINDER!
(Sylar checks on Peter, who is still unconscious. Mohinder makes some groaning noises)
Me: (more deep breaths) Sylar? What am I supposed to do? Should I move? Sylar!
Sylar: Um (leaves Peter) ... let me call someone. I’ll be right back. (looks to his left and right) WHERE’S THE PHONE?!
Me: (I feel something in my hand, I look down, there’s a cell phone) Sylar? I have a phone in my hand. Where did it come from?
Sylar: (Sits down, places his hands to his face)do you ... do you have powers?
Me: (I think about healing, the sensations of regenerating muscle fibres make me jump up) Uh ... yeah. What’s going on? I thought it’s supposed to disappear.
Mohinder: (Stands up, wobbles a bit, blinks his eyes) what happened?
Sylar: She has her powers back.
Mohinder: That’s impossible. (Closes his eyes, talks to himself) What went wrong ... what went wrong...?
(At this time, Peter still hasn’t gotten up)
Me: (I walk towards Peter’s body, I shake him gently) Peter? Wake up.
Peter: (he rubs his eyes) huh? What happened? (slowly sits up)
Me: I have my powers back.
(3 days later, the phone rings)
Me: (Picks up the phone) Hello?
Mohinder: I FIGURED IT OUT! You never got your powers BACK. You just got them. The explosion mixed the heat and the serum together and since you were close enough to get exposed to the radiation, you got powers.
Me: Well you were there too. Didn’t you get powers?
Mohinder: Unbelievably ... I (there are some rustling noises in the background)
Person: Dr. Suresh?
Mohinder: Hang on a minute (puts the phone down) How can I help you?
Person: You were unable to fulfill your contract, your services are no longer needed.(Fires his gun at Mohinder)
Mohinder: (Over the phone, the sound of a body falling is apparent)
Person: tsk tsk, such a waste. (leaves)
Me: MOHINDER! (I look at the phone for some reason) Oh my gosh, he’s dead.
Mohinder: (coughs, picks up the phone) No, I’m not dead. I have powers too.
Me: Who shot you?
Mohinder: I’m fairly certain he was from the governmental group. I’m afraid that he might be coming after you now. You have to go into hiding. Tell Peter and Sylar. Change your appearances. Then in 2 weeks, we’ll take them down.
Me: Alright. See you in 2 weeks. Good bye Mohinder (hangs up phone)
To be continued ...
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