Can this be true?

A fight to the end

Alex had closed her eyes for a second, when they were on the building, overlooking the city. But when Alex opened her eyes again, she found herself on the floor of Isaac's apartment, "Glad to see you have awoken" Sylar said. "How long?" she asked, rubbing her eyes. "Maybe half an hour, I don't keep track" Sylar shrugged. Alex hated this. She must have been really tired if she fell asleep on the building beforehand. "Stay there and be quiet" Sylar ordered, picking up a paint brush and palette.

Alex watched Sylar from where she was. He was crouched down by the floor, dabbing the paintbrush in the red paint before standing up straight. He closed his eyes, facing the blank canvas, when he opened them his eyes were pure white. Alex remembered this part of the episode, watching everything that played through Sylar's mind when he did this, until It settled on one specific picture. Him and Peter.

She looked at him amazed, as she watched the flow of his movements as he approached the canvas and began to paint what he saw. He closed his eyes again and looked to his left. "Peter Petrelli" he said with hate. With the movement of his left hand, the one holding the brush he cut the painting of Peter jumping in half. There was a hate in his eyes. Something that chilled Alex to the bone, but not scared her.

Sylar's head snapped up. Alex heard it too. The Door to Isaac's loft. Alex went to get up but Sylar held out a hand, keeping her to the ground. She watched from where she was sat, Ando, he had a sword and was making his way inside slowly. Alex looked over to Sylar, who was out of Ando's view. She begged with her eyes for him not to do this. Ando walked down the steps and turned to face the new Picture Sylar had painted. One of him and Peter in Kirby Plaza.

Alex shifted into a more comfortable position, as Ando looked closer at the painting and slipped on the blood that came from Isaac. She was right behind Ando now. She didn't know how, but somehow, Ando had completely missed her, when he looked around. I mean she was in plain view. Sylar stood behind Ando, walking up to him silently as Ando looked at the ground in disgust. Ando lifted his head, and Alex could see in her mind the widened eyes. He spun to face Sylar, raising his sword.

Sylar threw the sword in Alex's direction with the flick of the wrist and watched it. Alex moved backwards on the floor, moments later the sword became lodged in the ground where she was just sitting. "Thanks" she said sarcastically, before getting up. Ando looked at her. Sorrow in his eyes as he remembered leaving her behind. She could see it in his eyes. How sorry he was, she moved closer to Sylar and stood next to him, knowing if she went anywhere else, she would just end up pinned to the floor.

Sylar looked back towards Ando before grabbing him by the throat moving him towards the wall. Sylar looked down and stopped, using his ability to pin Ando to the wall as he stopped moving and looked at the Comic. 9th Wonder. "Hmm. Looks like you dropped something" Sylar said as Ando coughed, air getting into his lungs again. Sylar looked towards Alex, then back to Ando, his arm still raised he gave Ando a look before lowering it. No longer needing it to pin him to the wall.

"Comic book that predicts the future" Sylar said flipping through the pages, "What will they think of next?" he stopped at a page. "You're kidding" he smiled and showed Ando the page he was on. The smile disappeared. "This is how Isaac thought I would die" Sylar looked over to Alex. "Stabbed by a silly little man" he threw the comic towards Ando, who was still stuck against the wall. "Hiro is not silly" Alex laughed a little.

"You should have seen the look on his face when he tried to kill me" Sylar said, "You cannot take my brain" Alex turned around and laughed even more. Strangest thing was she didn't even know why. "Please" Sylar gave Ando an 'oh shut up' look "What would I want with Your brain?"  Sylar held up his right hand, pointing one finger at Ando. Alex looked around, finally managing to calm down a little. "Where is Peter Petrelli" he asked, anger certainly in his voice. "I don't know" Ando replied.