Author's Note: I don't own Heroes! I only own OCs.

Dearly Beloved

A tall dark man stumbled out of a New York sewage pothole, covered in blood. He didn't care about the reactions from the entire passerby's around him because he just didn't. It wasn't on his mind at the moment.

He lost.

He wasn't the one that was supposed to blow up New York; it was that pretty boy Petrelli. They were both gone now, and Sylar thought that may be a good thing. Now he wouldn't have Peter chasing after him to try and kill him. And with that he thought of the stupid little Japanese man who tried to kill him by stabbing him in the chest with a sword. Well of course it didn't work because Sylar was alive and kicking.

He wanted revenge.

He wanted to damn all those people to hell and take their powers. Sylar smirked to himself, oh the possibilities of he was able to take all of those powers and use it for his personal gain. He continued walking until he saw a familiar sight; it was his clock shop…and it was still running. Confused he began walking closer to it and saw that there was a man there, and he had remembered that he shared the repair shop with a good friend.

A friend that he had not seen ever since he turned into the animal called Sylar. Maybe it was time to lay low and not attack the other 'heroes' until it was the right time. He had to strategize and be able to taken them all down in a heartbeat.

Sylar looked at himself in the store window and saw that he was covered in blood; not a good way to look when you were going to see a lifelong friend after a long time of not seeing each other. So he decided to walk back to his apartment and freshen up before stepping into the store.

He was shaven and clean dressed like he used to be about half a year ago, my how that time flew by. Just as he stepped out of the apartment complex he bumped into someone, a woman in a hurry and they both fell to the ground.

God, can these people watch where they're going? Sylar thought to himself.

When he got up he silently helped the woman up, "I'm so sorry, how clumsy of me," she said

Sylar looked at the woman and noticed that he had seen her before, but it was hard for him to remember past events before he became Sylar. The woman took a look at Sylar and smiled,

"Gabriel?" she said happily, "Is it really you?"

He thought for a moment and then remembered her; her light tanned skin and her bright blue eyes, and her chestnut hair. Gabriel had known her for a very long time, since they were in high school together.

"Ophelia," said Sylar, smiling, "I haven't seen you for a while,"