Spoils of war <Sylar>

[frenchie]

The Frenchman couldn't believe his eyes. He was room large inside length in an extremely clean facility. Since he stepped inside, all he noticed was the fact everything seemed so bland. The walls were bright white, the ceiling was bright white and even the floor was bright white. But despite how futuristic the building seemed, it wasn't the most interesting part of this facility. Perhaps interesting wasn't the correct word to use. Maybe disturbing... evil... or even wicked. However despite all the moral objections, Frenchman had to admire the intelligence of what he saw.

Two days ago Molly Walker located the position of Hiro Nakamura, the reason the Frenchman was trapped on this hellish world. He was on the edge of Washington DC in a facility known the Darkheart Building. Being the capital city of America, Washington was hard to get into. Every road had a sentry and every back route had security cameras. Fortunately everything has its weaknesses, and these security cameras were simple machines whose will could be manipulated by technopathy. With the help of the worlds two most powerful technopaths on the planet, the infiltration of the worlds most secure city has made somewhat easier.

The facility itself had a good amount of computerized locked doors which opened eventually after Evan asked it nicely. The Frenchman was surprised to see the facility almost abandoned, but then worried that maybe he shouldn't be wanting to know the reason behind why such a nice place like this had no one looking after it. As he navigated the facility alone, he found the reason why no one was here and with this discovery he realized what was going on.

Stacked in shelves like groceries in a super market, specially designed freezer units which each held a human body. But the Frenchman could see that they were more than human, they were post humans. His own kind hadn't been marched gas chambers, they'd been marched into freezers. The government couldn't benefit from such storing. They goals were to remove the post humans from the face of the Earth, not too store them in hopes they could be thawed out for the future.

As he approached the freezer units, he noticed the body of Hiro trapped. To make things easy for the Frenchman his body was on the bottom row and using Intuitive aptitude, he worked out the control system to remove his freezer unit from the shelve and how to open the pod. As the Frenchman examined the body, he noticed the body had been frozen in a way so that his body was completely intact, never decaying or changing. For the first time, the Frenchman pitied the Asian. The man was dead however he still had his uses. Intuitive aptitude allowed a person to slice open their head, and with his body persevered, he could still learn how Hiro time traveled.

Using the laser power he inherited from his father, the Frenchman slowly burnt open the top of the Asian's head. He looked forward to this moment, only because he'd believed he'd fight to rip open the skull however with Hiro so helpless, this couldn't have felt more wrong. But the Frenchman was out of options, he needed the power to return home and save the world. The process took five minutes, slowly happening because the Frenchman tried to treat the corpse of his old adversary with some sort of respect.

When the five minutes was over, the Frenchman became the master of time and space. To show off his ability, he teleported to his home in France. The place seemed to have new owners, new owners with two children. Thankfully he convinced the two youngsters that had witness his appear out of nowhere in their house he was an imaginary friend. He then headed out to an old waterfall he knew from his childhood and watched the water pour off the rocks in slow motion. He was going to enjoy his new power, but now wasn't the time for fun. He still had a mission.

His next stop was the White house. He'd been here before, plenty of times but always on diplomatic purposes. Never to assassinate the President, however today was different. The president was different. The president was a lie. Teleporting into office area, he heard the gasping sound of a woman behind him. Turning around he saw who he guessed was the Presidents secretary or whatever. The Frenchman smiled. "Do me a favor and find the president for me. When you do, tell him that I need help fixing my watch. He'll know what I mean."

[futuresylar]

[Sry, about the lack of length of this post and if it doesn’t make any sense LOL. I’m really tired]


Sylar was working on a national security emergency. It would seem that from this morning’s intelligence that the people who had spilt from the nation – more than a year ago were now embracing an attack on the United States and that just pissed him off. Not that he really cared, but still he had to defend this country as if he really cared about it. For god’s sake he was the President of the United States and he needed to protect the American people.

Most people thought that Sylar aka Nathan Petrelli was a degree under Hitler as in dictatorship. It didn’t make any sense he hated when people would compare him to dictatorship. He wasn’t a dictator. He was a serial killer and there was a whole difference between the two and people needed to understand that. But he wasn’t going to tell the American people the differences between a dictator and a serial killer it wouldn’t make any sense.

Sylar was having a dinner in his office when he heard a gasp outside the Oval Office. He wondered what it could be. His stupid secretary was an idiot and always seemed to gasp at the oddest site of things. He got up to see what the hell the problem was as he got up from his desk. He was greeted by his secretary. He was informed that someone had ‘teleported’ into the West Wing and that he needed a watch fix. “Just great” He muttered as he took out a gun from the back of his pocket. He slammed the door with his telekinesis and shot at point blank his secretary.

He watched his secretary fall to the ground. His cover had finally been blown, but he wasn’t going to show his face not yet. He was going to have a little fun, first with the click of his ear piece. “SECRET SERVICE WE HAVE A SERCURITY BRENCH ALPHA DELTA!” He exclaimed that meant that they had a dangerous person with ability in the building and everyone in the building needed to be on heighten alert. “Also delay Secretary Suresh at any cost necessary”

[frenchie]

A brown haired man wearing a suit entered the room and raised his gun at the Frenchman. The secrete service agent ordered the stranger to enter a surrender position, but Frenchman was too fast for the fresh looking agent. Before the agent knew what was going on, he was vaporized by powerful lasers that emitted from the Frenchman's arms. He quickly rushed to the pile of clothes and ashes that was once a person where he searched for his gun and ID badge. Once he found the secrete service issue weapon and the picture less badge, he pushed the clothes next to the door and played the waiting game.

After half a minute, another group of secrete service agents burst through the door asking the Frenchman, mistaking him for another secrete service agent, what the hell was going on. It was kind of funny that in order to take down someone pretending to be someone else, he himself had to adopt a false identity. It was essentially fighting fire with fire. Though he wanted to smirk, the Frenchman kept his emotions in check and had a worried expression on his face. "Sir, I believe something is wrong with the president... I... I saw his secretary enter his office and then.... then I heard a god shot... I think.."

The leader of the secrete service looked at his fellow agents, believing the words of the words who they believed to be their junior agent. "Okay, go find, secure and protect the first son, Parker Petrelli. He's in room 4C," The man ordered before edging towards the presidents office, gun raised and ready for anything. Whilst this was done, the Frenchman slipped out to find this "first son of the United States". He knew the name Parker, Becca had mentioned it before.

The Frenchman headed towards the room 4C, hearing the sound of struggle in the background. Frenchman took a small moment to pity the group of agents he had sent to their death however he was reassured that once he'd had his revenge, their deaths would never even occurred. But at the moment he was going to play this game with Sylar. Hopefully the agents would have occupied Sylar long enough for the Frenchman to investigate Parker Petrelli in hopes to use him against the serial killer.

He reached the door with no trouble, the corridors seemed strangely deserted. He gripped hold of the door knob and twisted. The room 4C opened up to him where he was expecting to find a young child, however was prepared for much worse.

(If Becca wants, she can post as Parker meeting the Frenchman, or Mich can post as Sylar who intercepted the Frenchman from meeting Parker.)