Peter glared at Sylar. His hands began to glow orange, he glanced at Clare, "Clare, take him and run. NOW!" He looked back at Sylar, putting his hands together and aiming them at Sylar.

Peter smiled, "Oh this is just the begining." He fired at Sylar again then turned invisble. He crept nearer Sylar, being careful not to make a sound. He punched him, hard across the face. The skin on his knuckles opened and started bleeding but it quickly healed itself.

Claire grabbed West and pulled him onther her shoudlers and began to run.

Peter gasped at the pain in his forehead. He managed to place a hand on Sylar's chest. He let the engery flow through it, making his hand glow bright orange. He burnt through Sylar's shirt and onto his bare flesh.

Peter couldn't keep up with Sylar's finger. It was cutting faster than he could heal. He shut his eyes from the pain and placed his other hand on Sylar's chest. They both glowed and burned Sylar. He tried pushing Sylar at the same time. He opened his eyes and glanced at Clare, hoping she was safe-ish. He looked back at Sylar and tried to put as much energy as he could through his hands.

Peter smiled, it was wild and angry. "You scared, Sylar?" He laughed, then gasped from the pain it caused him. He glared at Sylar and pushed more engery through his hands. The orange glow began to creep up his arms. He suddenly realised that if he lost control now, Clare and the boy, and so many other people would die. 'I'll be fine, i can control' he thought, but he wasn't convinced.

Peter laughed, "See that is where you are wrong, where are your healing powers? You will burn, i will survive." He smiled and moved his hands up to Sylar's neck. He looked across to Clare and the boy, seeing if they were ok. He looked back at Sylar.