Never quite empty....

[KYLE SUMMERS]

Kyle had to agree with the still nameless man - it did sound interesting - and he silently yippeed when he asked Samantha to give them a demonstration of her power. This was his first time witnessing anything else that was special that wasn't of his own doing. He thanked the gods that Jo was gone again, getting a new change of clothes (ha!), otherwise they wouldn't be able to openly display their gifts. Well, Kyle could have moved something in the back and she would have had to check it out, but still.

Wow...she created that...stuff...straight out of thin air. Didn't that sort of defy physics? Aw well, it was cool anyway! And then she moulded it and controlled it, as if it were metal and she were magneto. Pretty cool ability! Though Kyle still thinks his is better. Telekinesis kicks all ass, just look at Phoenix (God I'm such a geek). Wow! That's was awesome! So you can create that stuff anytime you want?! Class!" HE probably looked like an excited puppy right now, but so what. You don't like it, clear off.

He turned back towards the, still!, nameless man, excitement still writen all over his face. "What about you? What can you do? And...what's your name? I don't know what to call you...."

[SYLAR]

so what if you can see the darkest side of me ,
no one will ever change this animal i have become

Sylar leaned back on the bar stool, watching with intense interest while Sam demonstrated her power. So, he had been correct in assuming that she could mold this . . . substance . . . into anything she wanted. But what was the good in that? Surely there was more to this ability than she was leading on, for all abilities came with a purpose. Still, Sam had a power – a power that Sylar wanted. The small purple blobs disappeared and Sam relaxed, turning to face them.

The man sitting next to Sylar was excited. It was obvious that he, like Sam, had never met anyone else with an ability, and he had never seen an ability in action other than his own. The two reminded Sylar of himself a couple of years ago, when he had first learned that he was 'special'. By luck of the draw, both Sam and Kyle had received gifts. Sylar's power had been a curse. He was the unlucky one in this situation . . . It wasn't necessarily his fault that he had a strong craving to steal Sam's power.

When the young man sitting next to him asked Sylar a direct question, he had no choice but to respond. “My name is . . .” he paused, trying to decide what he should call himself. “Sylar. Gabriel Sylar.” At least this time he had told them both the truth. “And I can . . . move things with my mind and,” what had he said his power was earlier? “and I can tell when someone else is 'special'. I can just tell.” Sylar might as well drag that lie on as long as possible. He hadn't, however, told Kyle that he could regenerate. It might be best if he left that one out for now. “I can do a lot of things,” he added at the end.

To demonstrate his powers, Sylar flicked his hand, sending Kyle's coffee cup crashing into the wall behind Sam. By moving his other hand, he locked the front door of the restaurant and flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed”. A 'snick' came from the back of the building, signaling that the back door had been locked as well. Now no one could escape . . . It was time to get what he had come for.

[KYLE SUMMERS]

"Sweet!" Was Kyle's initial response to Gabriel Sylar's display of his power, the same power that Kyle had! Guess telekinesis was something of a common power among those that were special? The fact that Gabriel had locked the doors didn't startle him, he didn't really make the connection. He thought he was just giving them privacy so they could chat, and stuff. "Well, I'm Kyle, just so you know" He introduced himself.

He lifted himself onto the counter to sit beside Gabriel - not a common name but a nice name nonetheless, it seemed to suit this guy perfectly. "What else can you do? how come you have many abilities wereas we only seem to have one? Is there a way of getting more?" Yeah, he probably looked like an excited puppy, all he had to do now was wag his tail...which he really didn't have a problem doing right now. Gabriel was hot!

[SAM HAWKINS]

Sam almost wanted to laugh at the excited expression on Kyle's face. He looked so over excited it was comical. Not that Sam wasn't excited, but she still felt a little wary. Sam was glad when he asked the same question she had been about to. "What about you? What can you do? And...what's your name? I don't know what to call you...."

“My name is . . .Sylar. Gabriel Sylar.” Sam nodded. She was sure she had heard the name Slyar somewhere. She continued stewing on it as Sylar spoke of his powers. Just as he finished, she realized where she had heard the name before. "Is that Sylar like the watches? she asked him. Her dad used to have a Sylar watch. Sam remembered him teaching her to tell time with it when she was much younger.

Before there was time for Gabriel to answer, he had flicked his hand. Kyle's cup broke as it hit the wall, splattering the last half sip of coffee on the wall. Just as she was beginning to think how she could clean it--it would not be very good if her boss got back to find that someone had "spilled" coffee on the wall--she heard the locks on the doors clicking. Looking towards the front door, Sam saw the large blue words "Yes, We're OPEN" staring back at her.

She looked back at Gabriel and Kyle and noticed the later had begun to speak. As he asked about Gabriel, Sam couldn't help but murmur, very quietly, "We're still open." She couldn't think of anything else to say. She wished she could somehow make Kyle notice that Gabriel had effectively locked them all in the restaurant.

[SYLAR]

so what if you can see the darkest side of me ,
no one will ever change this animal i have become

Sylar ignored Sam's question about his name; he simply didn't feel like answering. That would only worsen the situation. Besides, he wouldn't have time to answer anyways. Kyle was already babbling. ”What else can you do? How come you have many abilities, whereas we only seem to have one? Is there a way of getting more?” Sylar rolled his eyes at the boy's question, turning his face to look at him. Before he had time to even think about answering, Sam mumbled something about the restaurant still being open. He ignored her again.

“There is a way of getting more, actually,” Sylar finally said. “Would you like to see?” Now was the time to act on his plan; Kyle had opened up the perfect opportunity. And why waste anymore time talking? What was the point in that? Taking one last look at Kyle, Sylar turned his full attention on Sam. Like he had done before, he flicked his hand, slamming her up against the wall where he had flung the coffee mug.

Standing up, Sylar made his way slowly around the counter, holding Sam in place with his raised hand. If Kyle moved to stop him, Sylar would have to kill him as well. But maybe the young man was curious enough to see what Sylar would do. Either way, Sylar kept an eye on him while he approached Sam. “Don't worry,” he began, his voice gentle and soft as he neared her. “I'm only going to take your power. It shouldn't hurt a bit.”

Sylar turned his head towards Kyle to see if the boy had made any move towards him. He hadn't yet, probably either shocked or curious. Then he shifted his gaze back towards Sam and raised his hand, pointing his index finger towards the teenager's forehead. If Kyle remained still, this would be simple. If he chose to act, however, things may become more difficult . . .

OOC:: Sorry for the god-modding, Sam. There was really no other way to go about this.

[KYLE SUMMERS]

Kyle nodded hsi head when Gabriel asked if he would like to see how one got more powers, but he really hadn't been expecting him to, well, essentially attack Samantha! He flinched as the waitress was suddenly pinned against the wall and hopped off the counter top onto his feet. What the hell?!

It shouldn't hurt a bit Kyle almost shivered at how false those words were. Gabriel didn't really try to make them sound plausible. What was going on?! All Kyle knew was that to get more power Gabriel was going to take Sam's from her! Painfully... He really didn't want to attack Gabriel, but he had no choice right now, did he? Like Gabriel had done, Kyle raised his hand and flicked it to the side, Gabriels body following the movement and being hurled into the tray rack (Where you put your used trays). He knew the man was going to retaliate...so he steeled himself for the inevitability of a fight...

[SAM HAWKINS]

((Don't worry; I get it. Also, I'm just going to assume Sylar briefly looses his hold on Sam when Kyle throws him))

Sam was pretty positive that, unlike Kyle, she didn't particularly want to see how one got more powers. Gabriel clearly didn't care what she thought, becuase a half second later, she had hit the wall behind her. As the back of her head slammed against the wall, her vision turned black for a second before she blinked and it cleared. She was, however, left with a terrible headache. If he could do this, why did he even need to lock the doors?

“Don't worry; I'm only going to take your power. It shouldn't hurt a bit.” The words were so obviously a lie. "If it won't hurt it bit, why am I pinned against a wall?" Brilliant, she told herself. What a wonderful idea to annoy him. That would just make this situation even more fantastic.

Sam's mental scolding of herself was interrupted by Gabriel's sudden flight across the room. As he momentarily lost concentration, Sam fell to the ground, her back hitting a light switch. A sharp pain in her back joined the one in her head.

With the pounding in her head distracting her, it took Sam a second to connect Kyle and his ability to Sylar flying towards the tray rack. It took her another moment to stand up and lift her hands. With mild difficulty, she created large balls of purstuffn over each of her open palms.

Please let this not get any worse...Please let this not get any worse...

[SYLAR]

so what if you can see the darkest side of me ,
no one will ever change this animal i have become

Sylar laughed softly when Sam made her irritating comment, about to say something when he felt himself being thrown across the room. He hit the tray rack with a loud bang, and food trays scattered every which way, momentarily distracting him. Snarling, Sylar hopped onto his feet once more and ignored the pain as he turned towards Kyle. Raising his hand, Sylar lifted the dozen or so trays that he had knocked on the floor, flinging them at the boy. They wouldn’t do much damage, but they may prove to be a good distraction.

Having taken care of Kyle for the time being, Sylar turned his attention back towards Sam. She had prepared herself for a fight; the purple substance was held in each hand in a menacing sort of way. Did she really hope to take him on in a fight? Her success was unlikely. Sylar grinned, more to himself than to her, and flicked his hand once more, throwing her once more at the wall before letting her fall to the floor. He wouldn’t take her power just yet . . . First he had to take care of Kyle.

The young man had only just recovered from Sylar’s previous attack. He stood there dumbly, probably not knowing what to do. Sylar didn’t necessarily want to kill Kyle – he already had his power. But he may have to if there was no other solution. He took a quick look around, searching for something to throw that may do some damage. There were a few knives lying around, but, like he had said before, he didn’t want to kill Kyle. Instead of throwing anything, Sylar moved his hand in a sweeping gesture, tossing the young man into the counter that he was standing beside.

“You can’t stop me,” Sylar began, ignoring Sam for a few moments. It wasn’t like she was a threat. If he had aimed correctly, she should still be lying on the floor, stunned. “There’s no use trying.” Sylar raised an eyebrow, shrugging. “You wanted to see how it was done – stealing powers. Didn’t you?”

[KYLE SUMMERS]

Strangely, Kyle felt a momentary pang of guilt when he heard the bang Gabriel's head made when it connected with one of the trays. It was short lived, but it had been there. He flicked his glance over to Sam, making sure she was okay. She seemed to be - she was back on her feet again and she had that...stuff in her hands, looking like she was ready to fight. *Sigh* Kyle didn't want to fight, but if he must....

He looked back at Sylar, the snarl on his face causing a strike of fear in him. He could control his powers, but Sylar looked like he could too. Not the most optimal opponent, when he wanted to win. He flung out his hands, deflecting the fast approaching trays. The ones that would surely miss him Kyle just sidestepped, but the ones that were heading directly for him he deflected.

The primary threat dealt with Kyle faced his opponent, waiting for his next move. He just hadn't expected to be flung off his feet and pinned to the counter top. In any other situation he would have been happy to have Gabriel pin him down, but not now. He growled as he raised himself up so that he was, essentially, sitting on the counter. "Yes! But I don't want anyone to get hurt! I thought you would copy them or something, not take them!"

[SAM HAWKINS]

Sam had only just glimpsed Sylar's smug grin--which was, frankly, infuriating--before she hit that wall once more. This time, though, it was better for three reasons. First, the light switch, which was now off, hurt much less. Second, Gabriel didn't pin her to the wall this time, but rather threw her. And finally, Sam hit the wall with her back instead of her head, which was much less painful. In fact, with the adrenaline that she had since Gabriel first attacked, she barely noticed the pain in her back, although the massive headache was inevitable from her previous meeting with the wall.

Still, Sam was even more disoriented than before and she sat awkwardly propped against the wall for a while. She regained her metaphorical footing only when Kyle was giving an oh-so snappy reply to something Sylar had said that Sam hadn't heard. "...don't want anyone to get hurt! I thought you would copy them or something, not take them!"

As far as Sam could tell, Sylar currently had the advantage. And yet Kyle wasn't dead yet, which seemed odd since it would be incredibly easy for Gabriel to kill him at this point. Moving her hands slightly, Sam sent ankle level disks of her favorite substance flying towards Sylar. In the now dark restaurant, it was very possible that he wouldn't notice them, as they were so low, until they hit him and knocked him off balance. Not watching to see what the result was, as Sam was pretty sure she would be able to hear his reaction, she rolled so she was on the opposite side of the counter of Gabriel and not in his line of vision. Sam knew she couldn't stay there for very long, but if she only could take a moment to clear her head...Well, it would help somehow...

[SYLAR]

so what if you can see the darkest side of me ,
no one will ever change this animal i have become

Sylar's attention was focused on Kyle, who appeared to be the more formidable opponent. He growled and pushed himself up onto the counter, talking. The boy liked to talk . . . “ . . . I thought you would copy them or something, not take them!” Even though he was obviously not on Sylar's side, Kyle didn't attack him. He was either a coward, or he was still being curious - most likely both. Kyle had managed to deflect most of the trays that Sylar had thrown at him, however, which meant that he was at least somewhat skilled.

“Copy them? Why would I--” He was cut off when one of the purple discs hit him in the leg, causing him to stumble and just about fall over completely. It took Sylar a moment to register what had happened, but when he did he spun around to face the wall with a snarl, hoping to find Samantha. She wasn't there. He got over the pain quick enough; it had hardly hurt, and he rarely felt pain anymore. His main priority was to keep Kyle from attacking him long enough to locate the girl.

Snarling, Sylar turned towards Kyle and took out his anger on him by lifting him up off the counter and holding him in place. Like he had done numerous times before, Sylar slowly clenched his fist, choking him as he did so. That would keep him in place . . . “I do feel sorry for you,” Sylar said to Kyle, loud enough for Sam to hear him wherever she was. “Fighting me alone isn't exactly fair, but it seems like your friend is a coward – hiding while you slowly die.” He smiled, his eyes scanning the room. If Sam had heard him, it would surely provoke her. She would be all his soon enough. “If she were a real hero she would come to your rescue.” He paused, waiting. “But I guess not.”

[KYLE SUMMERS]

Kyle still stood, almost immobile, when Sylar started getting attacked by purple, disc-like...thing! Presumable coming from Samantha, who was out of Kyle's sight at the moment, probably hiding. Though it didn't take Sylar long to get back on his feet, and start in on him.

It was disconcerting being levitated in mid-air, something that hadn't happened to Kyle before, strangely. The force holding him up then branched out and began putting pressure on his throat, constricting it. Choking him. Kyle didn't like that. He, basically, growled at Sylar, not giving two hoots about his words, and squinted his eyes at the man. His vision was becoming slightly unfocused with the oxygen deprivation, but he could still see Sylar clearly. He focused on him and, again, flung him across the room, presumable into a wall. Kyle wasn't exactly sure. All he knew was that he had landed, falling onto his side, and that he could breath again. Which he did, rapidly and deeply.

[SAM HAWKINS]

Sam was busy breathing deeply to fill her lungs and clear her head when she heard sounds that surely meant Sylar had been hit. One small victory, although the score still stood at Universe: 1 Sam: 0. She glanced to each side, sure he was about to spot her. However, she heard no footsteps, and Sylar did not appear around any corner. Sam went back to breathing.

“I do feel sorry for you,” She heard Sylar say, as Kyle began to make odd noises. “Fighting me alone isn't exactly fair, but it seems like your friend is a coward – hiding while you slowly die. If she were a real hero she would come to your rescue.” Sam wasn’t stupid, she knew he was trying to get her to go to him instead of the other way around. Despite her trying to convince herself that he only thought it would work because of his own large male ego, she did feel a bit roused. “ But I guess not.” Besides, he had a point; if Sam did nothing, she and Kyle would probably both die.

Assured that she could now think perfectly clearly, Sam stood and spun to face the direction of the other two. She was ready, but apparently Kyle was even more prepared. Sam saw Kyle choking in midair for a fraction of a second, and then he fell as Sylar flew across the room.

Sam took advantage of the moment, and used her ability to pin Gabriel to the wall. Getting the idea from Sylar himself, Sam put special pressure with the purstuffn on his neck. Maybe she could just give them enough time to get out of there…

“You OK?” she asked Kyle, not looking away from the killer in front of her. Sam was surprised by how calm her voice sounded. By the way she sounded, she could have been casually greeting him at school. Maybe she really wasn’t that freaked out. Or maybe—much more likely—for some unknown reason she was much more collected and logical right now, but was going to pass out if and when she was safe. No, just when—positive thinking.

[SYLAR]

so what if you can see the darkest side of me ,
no one will ever change this animal i have become

The hunger took control of him, and Sylar felt himself slowly slipping away, replaced by someone else entirely. Being so close to killing someone, so close to ending their life, intoxicated him. He might as well kill Kyle now and save himself the trouble later; the boy had only been getting in his way so far. Even though Sylar had come to kill Sam, he couldn't kill her with Kyle around. Why not eliminate the enemy entirely? Now that Sylar wasn't necessarily “himself”, the idea seemed so much sweeter. He tightened his hand, clenching his fist until his nails drove into the palm of his hand. A few more seconds . . . Just a few more seconds and all of this would be over . . . He would have Sam's power. He would be one step closer to his goal.

Everything suddenly changed when Sylar felt himself being thrown against the room. He hit the wall behind him with a loud smack and slid to the ground limply, too dazed to stand up again. The pain subsided quickly (that came along with his latest power), but the dizzy feeling didn't go away. He felt his vision slowly fade to black, almost as if he were on the brink of losing consciousness. Luckily, he didn't. He still had a firm grip on reality. He hadn't lost his nerve completely; however, he was in no position to continue the fight or kill Kyle now. Matters only worsened when Sam threw her “purple substance” at him, pinning him to the wall. She had come out of no where, seemingly, to save the day. That's why he hated heroes . . .

Growling, Sylar thrashed against his bonds, not even caring that he could hardly see anymore. He had no idea where Sam had been hiding or where she was now, and he didn't care. His anger got the better of him. Once he discovered that his attempts at escape were futile, Sylar relaxed and put his head against the wall, closing his eyes for a few brief seconds to try and clear his vision. When he opened them again, he could see – not perfectly, but he could see. Sam stood towards the end of the counter, looking at him and speaking to Kyle. The boy still appeared to be winded; he was probably only just recovering from the attack.

“You OK?” Sylar heard her voice, but he hardly listened the words. Instead, he stared at her – long and hard, trying to muster up as much anger and menace as was possible in a simple gaze. He didn't' say anything, instead deciding to wait until a question or statement was directed at him. Of course, now that they had caught him, they couldn't kill him. Sylar really didn't care what they did now. They couldn't hold him hostage forever. At some point or another, he would break free and kill them both. He would make sure of that . . .

OOC:: Sorry for the long post, Kyle. I'm slowly drifting into my old ways again! Lol!

[KYLE SUMMERS]

"Yeah...I'm fine" He answered Sam, not taking eyes of Gabriel while he spoke. Right now Gabriel seemed...like he has reverted into someone, something!, else, and he learnt off tv that you never took your eyes off an angry animal...and the advice seemed kind of appropriate now. He was just glad that the enraged man seemed to be pinned under Samantha's...stuff, glad that Kyle wouldn't have to do it. It could end up costing him a lot of energy if Gabriel had fought against his hold. After all, they both had the same power.

"What do we do now?" He asked, still speaking to Sam as Gabriel thrashed against his purple bonds. They wouldn't last forever - nothing lasts forever - so they need a plan for when that happens. Kyle would not be caught blindsided again. It could cost him his life next time.