Ice cream.

[daughterof_evil]

After she and Peter parted ways, Sasha decided to make a run for ice cream at the place closest to the park. She had never been there before, but there was a fairly long line of people waiting to be served. You could always tell if something was good by how many people were willing to wait for it, so she walked in, standing in back of a tale dark

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[mynameissylar]

After a sudden, unexplainable craving for ice cream he joined a long line of people in front of the first decent looking ice cream store he passed. Odd timing perhaps, but Sylar didn't care. So what if it would take another thirty minutes before he could 'devour' his next victim? In the end it didn't really matter; as long as his ultimate goal was reached. A smirk crept over his face as the prospect of the future entered his mind. A future where he possessed so many powers he was invincible. Or even more importantly; where he was truly special. The most special person there would be

[daughterof_evil]

"Thank you." She grinned. "Its mostly for my cousin. She's flying in from Texas to spend a few days with me, and I wanted to make sure that my fridge isn't totally empty when she gets here. I'm getting a container or two for us to share." Sasha answered, so comfortable with this lie that she showed no hesitation or uncertainty whatsoever. She was actually glad that he had asked her about it, because this was an opportunity for her to practice what she would say to anyone who might question her about it.

It was a little weird, getting used to the idea that someone might actually care about what you were up to because your fake boyfriend's brother was someone 'important'. Sasha had never dealt with anything like this, even when her father was running Hoffman Publishing, because her family was much more, well, introverted. They worked, donated, and lived quietly unless there was a party too big to miss. Usually it was a benefit of some kind, or an important business contact's event--never politics.

Never politics, until now"I haven't

[mynameissylar]

Something dark and unknown flashed behind Sylar's eyes when the woman mentioned Texas. The change was brief and could be missed with a blink of an eye, but it had been there nonetheless.

The last time he'd been in Texas he had realised for the first time in nearly six months he wasn't yet invincible. His plan to kill the cheerleader and obtain her regeneration power to accomplish just that had been interrupted abruptly by Peter Petrelli, the man obviously had no control over his powers but he'd been lucky and temporary knocked Sylar out.

Defenceless as a wounded animal he'd left the high school without Claire's power, only to be captured by them. The days that followed had been most uneasy to say the last and even after he managed to get away from the clutches of Bennet for a second time he did not get what he came for; Claire's power. Even while just thinking of it he could feel the longing for that ability pull his desires, he wanted it so badly. He could almost taste the possibilities of the power on his lips. He had been so