Im Back.

"I can't..." He felt the blood trickle down his face and tried to stay awake.

She ran to a safe place where she knelt beside West, crying and holding his hand. "Please..You can't.."

He smiled weakly "Go get Sylar...I'm fine..." He took off his sirt and tied it round his head.

"No!, Im not leaving you Never!" She held his hand close to her chest.

"What...about Sylar though..." He head felt like it was being slowly crushed as his vision got blurred "I love you.."

She kept crying floods of tears kept flowing "No, NO!" She screamed "There not taking you away from me!NO! I love you..No.." She glared at him "Just stay away from him! Now!"

He was unconcious from the blood loss but still alive..for now..

"Yes..Just not him.." She cried, looking up at Sylar. "TAKE ME!" She screamed.

"NO! Thats not the deal..Just me.." She stood up.

Peter had been wandering the streets. He heard a horrible feeling that Sylar hadn't died, and somehow he was still alive. He had someone screaming and crying. It sounded familiar somehow. He ran, following the sound. He turned the corner and froze. "Sylar," he breathed. He looked around and saw Claire and a boy on the ground, bleeding. He crept towards them, hoping Sylar wouldn't notice.

Peter held up his hand and paused time. He quickly ran over to them and moved Sylar's finger away from Clare's head and then moved the other away from the boy. He wasn't sure how much time he would have, it was always a bit iffy. At least tat would delay him. For Now. He unfroze time and braced himself for Sylar's attack....

She kicked him int he crotch "Your not having West!" She yelled.

West woke up coughing and slighty dazed, he felt the blood slowing down alittle so stood up weakly leaning on a wall "Claire..you ok?"

"West..go..please, its not safe.." She kissed his forehead and ran to Peter.

"Ouch.. You.. Stupid Little *******" He Put His Hand Towards Peter.


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"NO! Leave them alone, Sylar. Why don't you fight someone your own size? It's cowardly to fight children." He stood in a defensive stance, trying to move between Sylar and Clare.

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.