I don't know. She said she doesn't know, well that wasn't as helpful as he'd have liked. Though it was probably the hectic moment wreaking havoc at both their thoughts. Generally running from something dangerous made you less than stable to say the least. She mentioned Sanctuary, that home for mutants she'd talked about earlier. It would be a safe place, but at this pace could she keep up long enough to get there? Even on adrenaline that'd be a bit of a journey for the two of them at a normal person's speed. Sylar didn't know of many safe places up top, since most of his lairs were in the sewers or various other underground areas. "Well we could always find a manhole..."He thought aloud before realizing he might know one other place they could hide out for the night.

He stopped for a moment, and took a deep breath. Many people navigated by landmarks, creating a map in their mind. Sylar's visualization though, was vastly different than a normal persons. He could view the world in much more unique ways than just sight. He let the air absorb into his lungs, his nostrils picking apart every scent, his eyes making sense of the various heat sources around him. This area wasn't unfamiliar too him, infact there was one place somewhat near that he could think of. "What about an empty apartment? It's closer than Sanctuary, and I know it's available." He asked the girl, figuring out exactly where they needed to go from here if she approved the choice.

Evelyn had said she didn't use the place much, and had cleared it out mostly. But it was still somewhere to lay low and disappear from the city streets till Sylar and Kaitlyn could go their separate ways and avoid their unknown pursuer. Plus, if Sylar was going to break into any place, at least he didn't have to worry about Evelyn being too mad at him about it, he'd tried to eat the girl once and she was still friendly with him. What was one little break in between friends? "Unless you prefer a visit to my home, I think it's close enough to go for."

“Let’s try the apartment,” she said hastily, barely allowing him to finish his sentence. “No offense.”

An abandoned apartment was good enough, assuming they could lose his trail before they got there. Which might be a problem, if this was that guy with that impossible-to-pronounce Aztec codename. Nobody associated with the Order actually knew what kind of power he had, or even if he had one; they only knew that he worked for the Mexican cartels, he visited New York occasionally, he was really, really, really good at killing people, and he did not like the Order.

Within half a minute, Kaitlyn was almost out of breath. She had been going at a full sprint, and now she was running out of energy. They probably had a long way still to go until they reached that apartment.

Hopefully giving the location of Evelyn's apartment to a basic stranger wasn't going to come back and bite Sylar in the butt later. But for now, his and Kaitlyn's safety was pretty much all he was thinking about. He tried to keep his pace more normal, avoiding using most of his power as he and the girl ran through the streets towards their location. But it was clear Kaitlyn wasn't going to be able to run this distance, even with Sylar going slow.

The girl chose the apartment, and Sylar took no offense at her comment, knowing full well that the last place any girl wanted to see was the dank of his home turf beneath the streets. He could hear the girl's panting, her racing heart beat, and smell the sweat beginning to poor from her skin. He knew he was going to have to help her. Her weight would be nothing, even with whatever equipment she still had on her person. He slowed even further for a second, matching the girls pace perfectly as he spoke, his voice calm but stern. "Please don't blow me up Kaitlyn, but we aren't going to make it like this." He swiftly reached down and snatched the girl up princess style. He was still moving slowly for a moment, but now he was going to burn some pavement. "You should hold on...tightly." He warned her, before the boy suddenly exploded forth like a monster.

Most people could probably run fairly fast if they needed to, many making it up to fifteen miles an hour if need be. Sylar however, was not a normal person. His top speed made people like Usain Bolt look, well slow. Sylar's legs traveled at impossible angles and speeds, the boy quickly hitting a thirty mile per hour speed as he carried Kaitlyn's small frame in his arms. His claws gripped into the pavement like treads, propelling him through he alley's like a blur. However, going all the way on the ground would leave a trail, after quite a bit of distance and many alleys, Sylar began to slow and finally lept up, grasping at a fire escape and pulling himself up, still holding Kaitlyn who by this point would probably be furious or terrified of his actions.

"Sorry, but we needed to move." He said preemptively as he sat the girl down inside the railing of the escape. Evelyn's apartment was in his building, a few floors up. "This is the complex, we need to go up a floor I think." Sylar hadn't been here in awhile, hopefully the place he broke into would be the one he wanted. He pulled himself up next, quickly judging their surroundings and looking for signs of pursuit.

“It’s fine,” she said, still catching her breath. “I bet we lost him, right?” She chuckled nervously. As uncomfortable as the experience was, not getting caught was the important part.

Now that that danger was behind them… was this really a good idea? This ‘Sylar’ guy was pretty sketchy. He threatened her to get food from her. He admitted that he sometimes wanted to eat people. Now, he was taking her to an abandoned apartment. The whole thing was her idea, sure… but what if he had ulterior motives for helping her? What if he was just playing along so that, once she was sleeping…

Kaitlyn got to her feet and made her way up the fire escape. She had a good poker face for someone her age.

Sylar looked for any sign of pursuit, but all he could smell and hear were the usual culprits of the city life. For now, they'd gotten enough of a lead that vanishing into a building should be a sure bet for avoiding capture or chase. "I can't hear or smell anything out the ordinary, should be ok." He replied swiftly. For Sylar, this situation had nothing to do with trust, but mutual reliance. Whatever Kaitlyn had been getting into, he was close enough to be perceived with her, so he needed to avoid whatever was chasing her himself. He was in danger if she was, and now that he was going to hide her, he'd be fine.

However being taken to an empty apartment, hiding from anyone else, and all of that lead by Sylar, who was basically an alien monster with a possible taste for flesh? Yeah, for anyone else this situation was probably the kind that made people scream at the screen in a horror movie. Sylar crawled up the fire escape ahead of her, making it to the window on the apartment. Generally he'd smash his way into a place, but this was Evelyn's property, better to use some subtlety. He grasped the window and pushed it up, the locked window groaning as his physical strength broke the lock and forced the pane up against it's will. "I don't have a key, so the window is kind of the only option." He said without a hint of embarrassment or malice.

Sylar didn't eat mutants, or want to harm them, and though Kaitlyn looked human, she said she was a mutant, and for now Sylar bought that, and remembered the girl mentioning she could explode things. Better to play nice and avoid being killed was his policy. "After you." He offered, holding the window up for Kaitlyn, unaware the girl was having doubts about the situation now that the more obvious danger was out of mind.

No key? Kaitlyn shouldn’t have been even a little surprised. If Sylar had a legitimate claim to this apartment, he wouldn’t be living in the sewers, now, would he? She shrugged. At least he knew it was open, and they weren’t going to spend the night in the sewers.

The apartment was dark. Kaitlyn could barely tell whether there was any furniture in it. “You know if there’s a bed in here?” A couch would be fine too… If she wanted to let her guard down and possibly get eaten. Maybe that wasn’t a thing she wanted to do. “Actually, never mind. I don’t need sleep.”

Considering his lack of concern for lighting, Sylar refrained from turning any on, perhaps hurting his case further with Kaitlyn, but for now he just wanted something to drink. Kaitlyn asked about a bed, before quickly retracting her thought, an odd moment to hear. "Uh yeah, basic furniture should still be here. You should probably rest after running the way you did." He then walked off towards the bathroom, hopefully to find a working sink to drink from.

He might not be tired from all the running they did, but any sort of physical activity would leave you thirsty. He found the bathroom, and luckily a working sink. The water ran, the noise of it falling continuously as Sylar chugged at it like an animal was about all you could hear in the apartment. Nobody lived here, so it was sort of like a bad movie, the girl trapped in an empty building in the dark with a monster. Albeit one who had no interest in harming her, and really just wanted to be clear to return to his own world and forget about the possible danger associated with her.

Kaitlyn eyed Sylar suspiciously. Or at least, she eyed his silhouette, that shadow which she could only detect because it was moving. Why was he suggesting that she rest? So she would let her guard down? Because she wasn’t going to let her guard down.

This apartment could really use some light. Light would make it a lot less difficult to catch her off guard. While Sylar was doing whatever-a-sewer-monster-does in the bathroom, she felt along the walls until she found a light switch. Then, she made sure all the blinds and curtains were blocking anyone outside from looking in. She knew from experience how easy it was to see into a lit room through a window at night.

Once she was satisfied, she sat on the sofa. She needed to rest for a bit after running like that.

Sylar walked back from the bathroom towards the living room, noticing heat coming from the ceilings now. She must have turned the lights on, he'd forgotten that he was basically the only one who could see in the dark. His steps were soft, carpet acting as a suppressor for the sound of his clawed feet. She was sitting on the couch, taking a break after that little sprint of hers it seemed. He spoke, a calm soft tone. "The water and lights work still I see." He walked further, stepping before Kaitlyn so she could see him, though he refrained from sitting anywhere.

"So miss spy, care to tell me how much trouble I'm in after that? I don't know who you're dealing with, but saving you probably makes me seem like an ally." He said, trying to figure out what exactly he'd run from. If he knew the enemy, he could avoid the enemy, because the last thing he wanted was to have some crazy mutant criminal angry at him or after him because of this girl's actions. "Usually I'd have just ran off into the sewers by now, but we're both mutants. I'd rather be sure I'm off the hook and you can make it home from here." Though his words held concern for her wellbeing, Sylar was far more concerned with his own. She knew what she was into, and was from the Sanctuary, and he would prefer to not ruin his name with that place just yet.

“…Wish I knew,” She shrugged. “I didn’t think that would happen. I don’t even know if that guy would want to kill us off. I mean, we’re witnesses, but he threw that one guy out the window. But, uh…”

Kaitlyn sat in silence for while. “…He probably doesn’t know I was spying on them.” She concluded. “And it was too far away for him to see what we look like, if he has normal eyes. So I guess it’s not a huge deal. Unless weird mutant stuff happens.” It felt nice, realizing how unlikely it was that somebody was going to try to kill her after all that excitement.

...She hoped Sylar wouldn't be mad at her for getting him all worked up about this.

She didn't know? What was wrong with other people that they got into trouble and danger and didn't know why or how? Was Sylar the only person concerned with staying alive and safe generally? Why were mutant girls so troublesome? He sighed a bit, and dropped to sit on his heels for a bit. Might as well take a breathing before he left and went back to the safety of the sewers. "Well whoever it was I doubt could have kept up with me. So long as we got away I don't really care what we got away from." He said, his tail swishing behind him a bit.

Kaitlyn seemed to be calming down and becoming stable, which meant Sylar could get out of here soon without feeling guilty over leaving a kid alone. "Nobody knows me anyways, so I doubt I'll have to deal with any lingering trouble." He thought for a moment, wondering why he'd even let himself linger long enough to get caught up in this girls trouble. Was he really getting that lonely down in the sewers? His sense of danger was starting to numb more than he liked, he'd have to be more cautious in the future, especially if he was making friends like this girl and her little spy hobby. "Not exactly sure what weird mutant stuff is, but you'll be fine if you make it to the Sanctuary later yeah?" He asked, confirming that she'd be fine after he left her company.

Sylar liked mutants who didn't seem to care about his appearance, or even approved of it, but he couldn't play spy partner all the time, especially when this girl Kaitlyn and him weren't actually friends or even acquaintances. He knew some people at the Sanctuary, but he was no resident or even friend with the organization, though a good review with this Kaitlyn girl might up his chances of getting more food from them.

“Weird mutant stuff would mean that he knows where we are, or followed us and we don’t know it yet. Or something like that, because he has a power we don’t know about. Like, uh…”

Here was a mind game Kaitlyn played on occasion: how many superpowers could she think of which a person could use to do something ‘impossible’? “He could have some kinda long-range ESP, so he’d be able to track us without actually needing to follow us.” There’s one possibility. “He could turn into a ghost and fly after us invisibly.” Two. “He could be an animal-shifter who turned into something fast enough to chase us that we didn’t notice.” Three. “He coulda read our minds from a distance and figured out where you were taking us.” Four. “He might still be reading our minds and know where we are ‘cause of that.” Five. She was listing these off so quickly that Sylar wouldn’t have had a chance to get a single word in.

“He could have, uh… well, I could go on. Lots of weird mutant stuff could happen. It prolly won’t, though.” She shrugged, then started rummaging through her backpack. Maybe her recordings would give her a clue about the assassin’s power. “But it’d be suicide for him to make a move on us at the Sanctuary.”

Seemed Kaitlyn had an explanation for her statement of weird mutant stuff...and quite the explanation at that. Seemed the girl knew a lot more about the mutant community than Sylar did. He'd met a few odd balls himself, Evelyn the owner of this apartment for one had an insight that basically made everyone else look stone cold oblivious, and he was good friends with a girl with blood control. However he'd forgotten just how diverse his race was. There were plenty of powers that could make finding them quite easy. Kaitlyn went on and on about various things, before finally trailing off and realizing she'd been rambling. "You certainly make me feel insecure about how safe running away actually is." He said humorlessly in response.

Sylar hadn't picked up on any specific scent or sound while running that he thought was pursuit, but perhaps his own senses were not as trustworthy as he allowed himself to believe. He seriously needed to start being more careful again, the mutant community had pulled him just a bit too far from his comfort zone it seemed. The girl began looking for something in her pack, probably some piece of spy equipment. "The Sanctuary...certainly seems to feel a safe place." Sylar wasn't exactly sure how deep the power ran at that place, but he could instinctively feel that place was like a wolves den. You might mess with them in the wild, but it was foolhardy to attack the home of a predator.

Sylar's tail silently swayed behind the boy as he rested in his crouched position. "Well at least you can use this place as a resting point before making it back to Sanctuary. You really ought to bring one of those Sanctuary friends of yours with you if you're gonna go spying." Sylar reached up and pulled his hood back, revealing his androgynous face, slightly infected with alien plating, and a mane of red hair atop his head for a moment. He scratched his head for a moment, a very careful motion with knife like fingers. "Not like I generally make a habit of helping mutant girls in danger ya know."

Kaitlyn flipped her laptop open, tapped away at her keyboard. “It’s not this dangerous most of the time,” she grumbled.

Tap, tap, tap. “I’m gonna listen to the last part of the recording. Might let us know if we have to worry about any weird mutant stuff.”

The last minute of the recording contained a lot of shouting in Spanish over an announcer who also spoke in Spanish. Kaitlyn couldn’t determine the language of the mixed shouting of the audience on the television, but she assumed that it was also in Spanish.

Twenty seconds in, all of those noises stopped, replaced by a high-pitched whining. A baritone voice spoke in English. “Madrid loses by two.” The rustling sounds of men turning around in their seats, metallic clicks of pistols being drawn and their safeties switched off. “Forgive me,” the man continued, “I may be about to kill you, but I wouldn’t wish that game on my worst enemies.”

Gunfire flooded the laptop’s speakers. It ended just as quickly. Kaitlyn could hear some unhealthy crackling sounds in the background. The sound of the television resumed, this time at a much higher volume. A crash (probably the window shattering), followed by static.

Kaitlyn swallowed. She had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. That was the last minute of those men’s lives. Hearing it bothered her a lot more than she had expected.

The girl went to work on her piece of technology, looking for some bit of information that might make sense of the situation. Sylar couldn't use computers, so he basically saw them as an extraneous device. Though most people seemed obsessed with the things. She played a recording of what she had been spying on, which seemed to be mostly Spanish gibberish. Then some English and a warning that a man was about to be killed. "Are sports so interesting that we let people watch them before death? You keep tabs on odd people Kaitlyn." Sylar mumbled from his spot, sports another thing he didn't really care or pay mind too. After all, there was no sport for a monster to play.

The sound of gunfire, various chaotic noises, then the shattering of glass. Kaitlyn seemed bothered by the audio, perhaps picking up on something he hadn't. After all, it was hard to understand a conversation when you spoke literally zero words in that language. "Find something that bothered you?" He questioned, his own response to hearing a man killed basically the same way he responded to anything. That man's death didn't effect Sylar, and like a gargoyle he sat, stoic and uninterested.

It wasn't that Sylar was numb to death or violence, but his sense of caring for those around him, a trait most humans had had grown dull. When you fight to survive, you stop wasting time on caring about other's ability to fight over your own. He was a timid boy, but he'd grown quite tough in just a few years.