"He has her"
Sylar smiled as he looked again at the yellow letters in the notebook. He did that a couple of times already in the past few minutes. It seemed as if he was having a great time hearing Mohinder complain about Molly’s disappearance.
‘It’s his…’ Sylar said (finally) making an end to the Indian’s words.
‘What?’ Mohinder asked quickly with contempt. He couldn’t believe that the killer showed no respect for his feelings, and was obsessed with that little piece of paper. It felt as if he was insulting him.
‘It’s his handwriting, I recognize it…’ Sylar repeated, adding a little more details.
‘And just what does that has to do with Molly’s disappearance?’ asked Mohinder.
‘He has her. If that’s the case, all we need to do is find him and we find your new little sister…’ explained Sylar a lot more calmly than Mohinder. ‘So now you have a better reason to help me…’
‘Great… just great… First I end up being a taxi driver and then I have to help the bad guy…’ Mohinder complained leaning on his desk.
Sylar ignored (once again) Mohinder’s whining and focused on something different. He took a notebook, different from the one with the sign and turned a couple of white pages. The paper where he opened was blank and was suited just fine for what he was about to do. Sylar’s eyes turned white and misty and his hand automatically took a pen from the desk. He went towards the red couch and sat on it focusing on the paper.
After a few minutes the drawings were completed. They were simple, black and white sketches which put together made no sense. Sylar smiled looking at one of the pages. His expression changes as his eyes caught a glimpse of something in the picture.
Sylar looked in Mohinder’s direction trying to find something that should be there. The Indian moved his hands all the time so it was hard to get even a short look at them. Finally his eyes caught a glimpse of the bandage on the Indian’s hand. Somehow it didn’t get his attention before, mostly because of the red gloves Mohinder was wearing until now.
‘What happened to you?’ he asked with only a little concern in his voice. He was still using his “Zane Taylor” tone when he was around Mohinder but it already started changing and modifying to his original one. It was only because of his habits that he talked that way.
‘It’s nothing…’ the Indian quickly replied. ‘Just a little scratch…’
‘Well that doesn’t look like just a scratch’ Sylar said with his tone changing again into a bit more of his normal way of speaking.
‘Anyways, since Molly’s missing maybe we do something about it…’ said Mohinder returning to the primary topic. ‘Except talking about my hand…’ he added a few seconds later.
‘You already phoned Bennet… You said he will help us… so what’s the problem?’
‘Well, he just hung up on me… I don’t know if he’ll really come…’
‘Calm down… I’ll make you some tea…’ said Sylar moving from the couch to the kitchen. He infused the water and went back to where Mohinder was sitting.
‘Don’t you think you should order my trainers first?’ he asked looking at the computer screen.
Mohinder stared at Sylar in disbelief, but seeing the other man's ignorance he sighed and looked in the same spot Sylar did. He obediently kept his “promise”, how Gabriel called it. Just when he finished typing in the last information two sounds came to his ears. First was the…
of the infused water and the second one was quiet knocking on the door. Sylar immediately stood up.
“I’ll go get it” he “said” with his fingers. He went towards the door and opened it. Mohinder couldn’t do anything to stop him.
The first thing Bennet did after the door opened was pull out a gun. He didn’t even get the chance to point it. The tall, dark haired man, who stood before him reached out with his arm and made the weapon fly a few meter’s further. After that Bennet felt his limbs become stiff. He couldn’t move and he felt like he had no ground under his feet. When he looked down he saw his shoes a few inches above the ground desperately trying to fall down and feel safe again. After that the man felt as if his breath was being greatly decreased as Sylar reached out his arm in front of him crushing Bennet’s throat with his unusual power leaving just enough space so that the air could hardly pass through. He smirked seeing, as his old enemy desperately tried to free himself. He backed out to the room with Bennet levitating without breath in the air, before him. Mohinder gave a protest, but it wasn’t enough to stop Sylar’s actions.
He pushed Bennet on the couch and at the same moment he heard the heartbeat.
He didn’t recognize who it belonged to. He heard it from the very beginning. A weak, but always racing heartbeat, somewhere in the lobby. It never came close to him, always staying at a safe distance. Finally it decided to act. He smirked reaching with his hand in the direction of the heartbeat. A second later the person was about to hit the wall behind him.
‘Stop!’ a loud voice reached Sylar’s ears. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted to take the persons power, become invisible, he wanted revenge. But no power came to his hand. It stopped in the middle of the way, slowed down giving the person behind him enough time to...