Desclaimer: I don't own Heroes or WWE... except for Sylar... cuz HE'S MINE! MINE! ALL MINE!!!

The female character I made up in this story is based on a WWE diva called Brooke.

Chapter 1

'Fine Again'

Sylar walked up to the door of his next victim
with his hands inside his trench coat pockets.
He memorized her address and name. It was
12:30 in the morning and there was no sign of
anyone around. He liked his crimes to be subtle
and quick. He heard the phone ringing from inside
of her apartment.

"Who could be calling me at twelve in the morning?"

Sylar realized that she was still awake. He got closer to her
door to listen in. He would wait till she was of the phone
then he would kill her.

He heard her pick up the phone and answered it.

"Mohinder."

Sylar's eyes grew at the sound of the name.

He thought it was a coincidence untill he heard his
voice. It was deffinelty Mohinder Suresh. The man
who helped him before realizing he was his father's
murderer.

"Brooke. I know it's really late but I was just calling
to make sure you're alright."

Sylar heard her pacing in her apartment while she spoke
to Mohinder.

"Mohinder, this like the fifth time you've called today to make sure
I'm alive." She laughed and Sylar heard the indian man in the other
line laughing as well.

"I'm just concerned. Sylar's very smart and he'll do anything
to get what he wants. He might be a killer, but he's
not stupid. I'm just checking to make sure you're alright."

He had to hand it to Mohinder. He knew him too well. Too
bad that this was the last time he would be talking to her.

"Look, Mohinder. This Sylar guy was able to get to those other
people because they weren't warned, but I am. And I know how
to defend myself. You know what I can do so you know that he can't
touch me."

"That's the thing, Brooke. He doesn't have to lay a hand on you to kill you."

Sylar smiled and looked at his hands. All it took was a single finger to end
someone's life.

"Well, he's not gonna get to me... Nor will he ever get the list you gave me."

Sylar looked at the door, as if the door was the one who was talking.

"She has the list? Mohinder gave her the list?"

Sylar walked around the building untill he was near her window.
He looked in to see her. She was nothing of what he imagined her
to look like. Brooke Beckman was standing in her living room with
the phone to her ear and her other hand was on her waist.

She was breathtaking and stunning. She started walking, making her
way to her bedroom.

Sylar walked till he got to her bedroom window.

"Yes, Mohinder. I have the list hidden and no one is ever going
to find it."

Sylar's throat became dry as he saw her unbuttoning her blouse but
realized that she was almost done with her conversation and made
his way to her front door again.

He heard her say her good-byes and hanged up the phone.

Sylar smiled as his heart was racing and his hand was shaking as he lifted it
to knock on her door.

He did his signature four slow knocks and took a step back as he heard her
footsteps get louder as she made her way to the door.