Sylar Short Stories SPECIAL EDITION: Parts 4-6, October 23, 25, 28, 2011

Me: What do you mean everyone dies?

Me#2: (Looks away) I can’t say. But I’ll tell you this. EVERYONE you know and love, dies. (teleports away)

Me: Okay... now what?

Noah: Give me a second. I have a little ... uh... it’s confidential... give me a moment. (Checks his laptop)

Peter: (looks at me) We should fight her. We could just... get rid of Lisa? Use our powers to make her magically disappear.

Noah: (Looks at Peter) that doesn’t seem like a good idea. She might have more powers than you think.

Peter: (looks at the screen) but ... but ... how? She could be anticipating every move. She might even be listening to our conversation.

Me: No, she won’t be

Noah & Peter: What?

Me: (teleports to where Sylar is) I give you permission to date, or whatever means necessary, to be with Lisa

Sylar: (Looks at me) What? Why?

Me: Because your happiness is more important than anything.

Sylar: (Still looking at me, smiles) Thank you. I really appreciate it.

Me: (stifles a tear, looks away, and teleports back to Peter and Noah. Carefully thinking) what if...(stops)

Peter: What? Any idea could help us.

Me: (Considering) well, this all started because of me... What if I ... just ... go back in time and stop myself from ever meeting Sylar. If I have never met him, this would never have happened. I wouldn’t have died so many times, I wouldn’t have ... I wouldn’t....

Peter: (holds me by the shoulders) Stop. You’re not going to do that.

Me: But ... (looks at him) what else can we do? Seems like the only choice really. Lisa is definitely not expecting this since I bet Sylar is in her company at the moment.

Noah: What do you mean?

Me: I told him that he could date her if he’d like. Not knowing that he’s going to help us distract her while we plan.

Peter: No. You’re not doing that. I forbid you.

Me: Peter, you can’t forbid me to do something. Doing what I planned solves everything.

Peter: No. No. No. No. No. No. You’ll never know us. You’ll never know Sylar.

Me: (sighs) that’s the idea. Save myself from Sylar, save the world.

(part 5)
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Sylar: (with Lisa) yeah?

Lisa: hello. (holding Sylar’s hand tightly)

Me: Hello. Sylar, can I speak to you for a moment?

Sylar: sure. Be right back sweetie. (Lisa smiles, looks at me evilly when Sylar turns his back, we walk to a secluded area at the park) what’s up.

Me: (tearing up, gives him a hug) Thanks for everything. Thanks for being my friend. One day ... nevermind. (turns around, wipes face)

Sylar: Wait. What? (stops me)

Me: (looks back at him) Good bye, Sylar. I’ll always remember you. (teleports back to Peter and Noah, begins to sob) I’m still doing this. Come here Peter (gives him a hug). Thanks for being awesome to me, and for saving my life.

Peter: (Sad) don’t do this.

Me: (Looking at Noah) it was (sniffs, wipes nose) nice meeting you Noah. (he nods, I teleport to Claire, Hiro, Samuel, etc. to say my goodbyes to them)

Me: (by myself, sighs) okay. Let’s do this. (teleports to the first time I met Sylar)

(A couple years ago ... )

Me: (talking to myself, sees me#2 walking out of the workplace) oh yeah, I use to work here. (I hide behind a tree and grab her arm)

Me: HEY.

Me#2: Uh ... uh ... what...the...hell.

Me: Long story short. I’m from the future. Go home. Or you’ll die.

Me#2: okay. (walks towards the bus stop and gets on the bus, instead of sitting by the bench – which is where I saw Sylar for the first time) bye?

Me: Bye :) (talking to myself again) mission accomplished. Time to go back to my time. (teleports back) Looks normal. (begins sobbing) I’ll never see them again.

(Later that day...)

Me: Hmm... let’s see who I’m friends with now. (takes out cell phone, looks through contact list) What? (see’s Claire’s name) what? (see’s Peter’s name) WHAT?! (See’s Sylar’s name) NOTHING CHANGED? No, this can’t be happening. Lisa’s going to kill everyone. I’m ... I’m ... (looks at contact list again) MRS. SYLAR?! (clicks on contact to look at the picture) LISA?! SHE’S MARRIED TO SYLAR?!

Man: Hey Nicole! (Waves at me from across the street, smiling, holding a woman’s hand)

Me: (wondering if I know him) uh, hey.(waves back)

Lisa: Hey Nicole! (Lisa waves) Sylar, let’s invite her to lunch. Nicole! Would you like to join us for lunch?

Me: (Lisa crosses the road and walk up to me. Sylar, extremely overweight, with lots of grey strands in his hair, and a sullen appearance surprises me as he slowly j-walks through the road) Uh, no thanks.

(the sound of a crash startles me, and Sylar is on the ground, bleeding)

Me: (I look at the driver, it’s Peter) PETER! What are you doing?

Peter: (Laughs, drives off)

Lisa: He’s dead. Sylar’s dead.

Me: (Closes eyes)

Lisa: (laughs) time for some fun.

(Part 6)
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Me: (Looking hysterically at a laughing Mrs. Sylar) what happened to his powers?

Lisa: He gave them all to me.

Me: (runs away) oh my ... (Peter teleports in) PETER! How could you kill Sylar?

Peter: (Looks confused) what? What are you talking about? I haven’t seen Sylar all day. I was trying to look for you while you changed everything. We have to go back and undo what you did.

Me: Okay.

Peter: if not ... wait. What? Okay? That’s it? “Okay”?

Me: Yeah.

Peter: (shrugs) Alright. Let’s go. (Teleports us to the first time I met/going to meet Sylar)

Me: OH! There I am. Fresh out of work. (Me#2 teleports in, stops ‘Me’ and tells her to get on the bus. Me#2 teleports back) Okay. You make sure Sylar is there, and I’ll make sure I don’t get on the bus.

Peter: Okay.

Me: (I hurry up to ‘me’) Don’t get on the bus.

Me#2: But... you just told me to.

Me: Well never mind. You know how we like to change our minds. Go and meet your friend on that bench over there. Okay? Good. Now go.

Me#2: (walks towards the bench, confused)

Peter: (comes back) okay. Everything is in place. Hopefully this time...

Me#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!

Peter: Never mind. Let’s go back to our time now. Hopefully, we won’t face the dreaded butterfly effect.

(Back to the present)

Noah: Hey guys. What’s going on?

Me: Where’s Lisa?

Noah: Who?

(Peter and I look at each other)

Peter: Lisa. Lisa House? The one that Sylar is in love with?

Noah: I don’t know a Lisa, Sylar certainly doesn’t know a Lisa. And I doubt Sylar loves anyone except for ... uh. Never mind.

Peter: except for whom?

Noah: (looks at me)

Sylar Short Stories SPECIAL EDITION: Parts 1-3; October 19, 21, 2011

(part 1 of 15)
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Sylar: I said no. How many times will it take for me to convince you not to come with us.

Me: BUT I HAVE TO! I promised Mohinder!

Peter: (annoyed with both of us) Sylar, she’ll be fine. She has powers.

Sylar: (Holds me by my shoulders, looks straight into my eyes) I can’t lose you again.

Me: (smiles) you won’t. Trust me.

Sylar: Fine. Let’s go.

(We all teleport to Mohinder’s lab)

Mohinder: Hello everyone. Here’s the plan. We’re going to carefully sneak in by teleporting into a closet ...

(Someone teleports into Mohinder’s lab.)

Peter: STOP!

(We all turn and look at Peter #2, bruised and battered)

Me: Peter? (Looks at both Peters) Er ... what’s happening?

Peter #2: MOHINDER! SHUSH. Stop planning. I know what you are trying to do (walks up to him and grabs him by the shoulder) just STOP IT.

Mohinder: (Nervously laughs) this is going to change everything ... you shouldn’t be here.

Me: You sound like you’re expecting him. (someone else teleports in)

Me#2: NICOLE! SHUT UP. (Me #2, who is super pale, looks insanely tired, and has almost no colour in her face, walks up to me)

Me: Okay, this is just freaky. Why are you guys here.

Peter #2: you guys are going to ... (thinks carefully) go to the government building ... and find out that you meet someone you shouldn’t have met that way... and then someone gets into an ... accident ...

Me #2: Yeah ... what he said (points to Peter #2)

Peter: Uh ... right. So ... uh ... I’m confused?

Sylar and Me: Me too.

Peter #2: Here, (takes the remote control, turns the tv on and switches the channel) watch.

News Reporter: Lisa House, former member of London’s Interpol, managed to, by herself, take down a ruthless sector of the government. Only known as Sector 1 to few, members of this group developed many plans to exploit what they called “supers.” Charges of murder, conspiracy, fraud, and many more have been added to what the President calls the worst secret in the history of this great nation.

Mohinder: well, I guess we don’t have to do anything.

(Me #2 and Peter #2 disappeared)

Me: So I’m still really confused.

Peter: who’s Lisa House?

Lisa House: I’m a super. Just a little different from you guys.

(part 2 of 15)
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Sylar: (staring at Lisa)

Me: (Looking at Sylar, then to Lisa) okay ... so what do you mean you’re different? And what’s a super?

Lisa: Let me start from the beginning. Your father (looks at Mohinder), Dr. Suresh, studied people like Sylar and Peter. He never realized that they were one branch in the different kinds of branches of these supernatural human beings. My ... for a lack of a better word, species, is another branch. Recently, Nicole and Mohinder became another branch. Then there are specializations within these branches, but I could get into those later.

Sylar: (still staring at her)

Peter: So what “kind” are you?

Lisa: My kind is being hunted by people from secret government groups like the one I took down earlier.

Peter: I still don’t get it... what’s so special about your type that’s making you more vulnerable?

Lisa: Our powers can literally be harvested from a specific area of the body, but it only lasts a short time for people who want them because of the basic properties. Less time equals more people of my kind to be sent into labs being harvested. We are only limited to flying, running at extremely fast speeds, extreme intellect, and super flexibility. We’re like supernaturals version 1.0.

Me: So why are you here?

Lisa: So that you and Mohinder can take our place.

Mohinder: What?

Lisa: you and her will save the lives of hundreds. If you can develop so many complex powers, then people like me will never have to undergo painful operations anymore. A little sample of blood is all they need.

Me: You’re wrong. It’s not just blood that they’ll want. And they’ll still want powers like yours, no matter how basic it is.

Lisa: Impossible. You’re like the shiny new toy everyone wants but only a few are privileged to have. They’ll be happy to let us go.

Peter: Let’s go. (We all teleport out of there, leaving Lisa behind) I’m going to go talk to Noah about this, see if he knows anything. (teleports out)

Mohinder: I’m going to go into hiding to protect myself, you should too Nicole. Call me if you need anything (teleports out)

Me: (Looks at Sylar) How did you manage to not say anything?

Sylar: (Looks at me) I think I finally know the meaning of “love at first sight.”


(part 3 of 15)
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Sylar: What?

Me: EXCUSE ME?!

Sylar: I think I’m in love.

Me: EXCUSE ME?!

Sylar: I can’t stop thinking about Lisa. She’s ... she’s ...

Me: THE BAD GUY!

Sylar: Perfect! (Still staring into space)

Me: Uh... stay right there. Just keep thinking about her and I’ll be right back. (Teleports to Peter)

Peter: She’s under this idea that their blood will save hundreds of supers.

Noah: Well she’s obviously wrong.

Me: Um, sorry to interrupt ...

Peter: Noah! Let me introduce you to Nicole!

Noah: (In a harsh tone) So you’re the naive little girl who got powers in a matter of months.

Peter: Noah!

Me: It’s fine Peter. I don’t think saving the world from Samuel makes me naive anymore.

Noah: But dying a couple times does.

Me: Okay then ... (Looks at Peter) There’s something wrong with Sylar. He’s fallen in love with Lisa.

Peter: WHAT?!

Me: He’s absolutely love struck with that woman. If he continues to fall in love with her, that means he’s going to cater to her every need; her need of getting Mohinder and I into some lab to get our powers literally drained from us.

Noah: Huh, so you’re not a typical fangirl then.

Me: No, I’m not. I’m just a friend.

Noah: Then I apologize, from the stories that Claire has told me, you sounded much like an obsessed love struck girl over Sylar.

Me: Apology accepted. So what are we going to do? You know him, once he wants something, he’ll get it.

Noah: I think we need to ...

(Me#2 teleports back in)

Me#2: NICOLE!

Me: (I grab “myself” by the shoulders) I need to know what’s going on. And I know you’re going to tell me.

Me#2: oh, we know each other so well. (Looking at Peter and Noah, whispers to me) if you had gone into the building, you would have run into Lisa. She works for them. The story about her taking down the governmental sector is just a cover up.

Me: A cover up for what?

Me#2: Samuel Sullivan needed people around him to gain powers. Well she’s a hybrid. Her DNA mutated to the point where instead of people, Lisa needs blood with powers in it. The more blood, the more powers she obtains. The government is making sure they keep Lisa as an asset to them.

Me: So then what was the deal with Mohinder creating a serum for the government and all that?

Noah: It would have made it easier for her to gain powers. She wanted to be more like Samuel. (looks at Me#2) You whisper kind of loud.

Me: Well then what happens in the future?

Me#2: She rules the world, Peter and you attempt to hide, and everyone else dies.

Sylar Short Stories: August 31, 2011

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Sylar: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

Me: The operation went well (smiles, then stops) ouch.

Sylar: (shocked) WHAT?! WHAT OPERATION?! (Grabs my shoulders and turns me around to examine for any scars, etc.)

Me: Don’t you remember? I told you a couple weeks ago.

Sylar: (his eyes widen) WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!

Me: Huh! I guess I didn’t tell you. It must have been Claire.

Sylar: (concerned look) What? Why didn’t you tell me you were going into surgery?

Me: It’s no big deal. It just involved a little infection that required them to slice my upper gums so now it hurts to smile, laugh, and eat. Basically everything to do with lips.

Sylar: (smirks) even (smiles) kiss?!

Me: (rolls eyes) yes, even that.

Sylar: (purses his lips, makes kissing noises, begins to laugh)

Me: (rolls eyes) Ha ha, very funny. I’m actually so hungry. The only things I can actually have are liquids.

Sylar: I have an idea. Follow me.

(10 minutes later)

Me: Where are we going? (continues to walk with Sylar)

Sylar: We’re almost there.

(20 minutes later)

Me: Where are we going?

Sylar: Few more minutes! Trust me, it’s worth all this walking.

(Sylar opens the door to a 50’s inspired diner. We take a seat in a booth)

Waitress: Hi there, what can I get for you two?

Me: (Looks at Sylar) uh ...

Sylar: One strawberry milkshake. Two straws please. Two bendy straws. (looks back at me, smiles)

Waitress: Coming right up.

(5 minutes later)

Waitress: Here you go. Enjoy!

Me: (Sylar and I take a slurp at the same time, faces really close together) That’s really good. (Smiles) Ouch (Flings arms up and I accidently spill the drink onto someone) Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry. Wait... Peter?

Peter: (Jeans, now soaked in strawberry milkshake, looks at us embarrassingly) uh... got to go! (runs out of the diner)

Me: (looks at Sylar, who is laughing) You saw him come in before, didn’t you?

Sylar: (giggles) Yeah, I did. Oh, that was priceless.

Me: (smiles, then laughs, no pain at all)

Sylar: Wait a minute ... you didn’t flinch at the pain...

Me: uh yeah ... got to go! (runs out of the diner)

Sylar Short Stories SPECIAL EDITION: Parts 1-6/ May 16-18, 20, 21, 23

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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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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
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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 ...

Sylar Short Stories SPECIAL EDITION: Parts 1-6/ November 18, 22, 25, 27, 30 & December 9, 2010

(November 18, 2010)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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)
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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?

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

(Part 1)
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Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!

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)

PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER! PETER!

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)