**So how the Sylar ones are going to work is he is either going to he called Sylar or Gabriel. Depending on the setting in the chapter. I'll put it at the beginning. For this particular time it is:
Sylar.**

Sylar. It was a name that spoke power in many different ways. Two sides see the name differently. One sees it and thinks of evil, the other thinks of a powerful ruler. A cool menace that needed to be worked with to truly fight back.

You were on the latter side. The side that needed strong power and ability to take down the company. You thought the idea of "one of them and one of us" was revolting. One life had the potential of living and the other was as good as dead. And then they took their "one of them" if they did one wrong thing. Also, they were referred to as "them." Like they were just there, unimportant.

"Mr Gray, Sylar, we appreciate you coming here." One of your colleagues awkwardly said, offering a drink to the man. Sylar looked at him, rolled his eyes, and used a power to bring the cup straight out of his hands and into his.

"Thank you, but I'm not a big fan of tea." Sylar said, flying the cup back at him. It hit your colleague in the face and he screamed, the steaming hot liquid seeping into his clothes and skin.

"Sir, with your power and ability you could be incredibly useful in helping us take down the Company." You chime in, nervously stepping forward. Sylar flicked an eyebrow and you and flew a cup of coffee to himself.

"All I really want is Noah Bennet dead, everything else would just be...a luxury." Sylar decided, taking a sip of the coffee before setting it down on the table.

"We can help in that sir, not that you'd need help." You say, almost wincing at your words. Sylar raised another eyebrow and smirked. He wore a button down shirt and jeans, not what you were expecting. The hair was different too. And the face. You were expecting wild and long hair, un-cut slicked back hair. Same with the face. You expected a beard and mustache, not clean shaven.

"I've been unsuccessful in my attempts to kill Noah Bennet, therefore I agree to the help. But if any of you get the way it'll be far worse than hot tea." He warned, pulling up a chair without even touching it. "Now, will we discuss terms?"

Terms were discussed quickly, most of Sylar's were met. "Thank you Mr Sylar." You say, putting the paper contracts away. There was nothing they would do but sit there, but it was nice to have the documentation of the agreements.

"What's your name?" Sylar asked, the smug look still on his face.

"It's Y/N." You say, almost without hesitation.

"Y/N, you're the head of this company, correct?"

"I wouldn't call it a company sir-"

"It technically is one, now, why is someone so gorgeous running it?"

"Looks can be deceiving."

"I of all people know that, but why?" Sylar further questioned, arrogance and narcissism already present in him.

"My brother was killed by Noah Bennet and the company for his power." You say, barely flinching at the words that used to make you crumble.

"Revenge? Interesting..." Sylar muttered, already moving a cup back and forth on the table with his power.

"I just want justice." You say, getting up and walking away. You froze in your tracks, unable to move your feet anymore. Fear began to set inside of you, your legs would move or shift.

"You'll get that justice." Sylar said, releasing you from whatever grip he previously had you in. You slowly walked away, cautious of the dangerous, but amazing man behind you.