It had been months since Aura had last been in NYC, having left shortly after the riots. She had needed distance which her fake passport had helped remedy. SHe had however decided to take the long way back to Sanctuary. People changed so often she had no idea who she would still even recognize. She had spent her time well in Japan furthering her study in the art of the sword.

Looking around she smiled, her old warehouse had been ransacked and re inhabited by newer gang members. SHe was always amazed at their resilience. They did not recognize her or they were from out of town or maybe they had just grown bold in her absence. They would not get the chance to learn their mistake. Their were over a dozen of them around her, she smiled, they really should have had more.

A bullet striking the thick pink Aura around her body woke her from her internal thoughts. She began to close quickly with her closest opponent, ignoring the hand gun fire from the terrified man who dropped the gun, after Aura landed an uppercut to his jaw, with a drill on her fist. Her second blow with a hammer knocked the man aside, he dropped a coroner's nightmare. Aura dropped with him, but only to grab his gun firing a return shot at a gang member who barely missed her, landing her own shot in his stomach. The third fell a strike later, his head no longer attached to his body.

It felt great to let loose, but the screams and gunfire was to much she knew and yet so much fun. Several more bullets struck her some deflecting randomly through out the warehouse. SHe could see the terror in their eyes as it dawned on them their small arm's would not likely stop her. The fourth man was shaking as the hammer blow broke three of his ribs forcing them back into vital organs. It was all so fluid and easy, so perfect for quick and easy stress relief. The squeezed off three more shots before she ran out of bullets, the first two missing, and third striking the man in the elbow. He dropped his gun as aura landed a kick with an axe head attached to her foot.

It was then the remainder began to head for the exit. Assuming she was already screwed on the noise, Aura resorted a weapon she often carried but did not use much. The pipe bomb fell behind the group exploding and sending hundreds of tiny screws and bolts into soft flesh. She had no idea how many were hurt by the move, but she knew from their screams some of them were.

Funny how a setting fit for a movie monster was one of the few areas in New York Sylar tended to avoid. The old warehouses and slum areas were full of humans and other mutants who weren't worth the time or trouble they might present the sewer mutant, but tonight his senses had drawn him here. Instinct or destiny, Sylar had been passing through the area when some very auspicious sounds began to draw his attention. The flare of gunfire in the distance, the vibration of a gunshot bouncing off everything and assaulting his ear drums as if he'd been standing right next to it.

The boy's gut warned him to stay away, but he wondered what foul play he'd stumbled into, or at least could stumble into as he snuck into the warehouse in which all the excitement was taking place. Creeping along the building like a spider, the boy snuck in through a broken window, his thermal sight picking up a far different vision than the people below might see. A vast sea of cold colors, ridden with the flashes of heat and bursts of sound, like a mine field going off. This was some gunfight he thought, but nothing worth his time.

Except for maybe the fact that a rather slim woman seemed to just be taking the gun shots like they were nothing. Sylar might be blind in the normal spectrum, but his eyes could see the streaks of heat left by a freshly fired bullet as they vaporized into a girl who should be quite dead but wasn't. Perhaps the most fascinating thing about mutantdom to Sylar was this, mutant girls were never "in distress" but generally the cause of it.

With no interest or incentive to rush in, the boy planned to vacate the premises before the girl took notice of the boogeyman crawling on the walls, but the sudden burst of sound and various bits of fire and shrapnel ruining the room dropped the boy to the ground very quickly.

"HOLY CRAP?!" He managed to wheeze out as he hit the ground, and curled into an armored ball, his exosekelton taking some scratches but more than sturdy enough to avoid penetration at this range, sometimes being semi-bullet proof was very handy. Actually it was like handy 80% of the time, but whatever. Realizing the excitement was over, save for the bad-ass mutant girl who'd just walked away from a bomb like an action star, and the painfully obvious physical mutant who'd fallen off the wall, no yeah it was totally boring now.

Sylar popped up, somewhat dazed from the sudden flash his eyes had picked up, but quickly fell back into his usual tactics, naturally fading into some shadows in the room and trying to clear his head. "Crazy assassin lady and you walk right in on her, great job there." He whispered to himself, as he refocused his attention on the slim woman some distance away from him.

AUra went to the each of the gang members who was no longer able to run and killed them with swift blows, her aura forming a sword, to quickly end their screaming. It was during the second of these she heard something heavy drop and turned quickly to the sound. Before was a beautiful mutant. Far to visible to ever pass for anything other then a monstrous mutant in the eyes of humans. She let the last gang member be dragged off by a friend, she had found something far more interesting to her.

She moved closer to the other Mutant with a fascinated look to her. "I am Aura my friend, and you? SHe asked the Idea he could be part of the gang or a threat lost to her. Aura was always a bit jealous of Mutant's like this, she had long hoped her own mutation would be visible like this one's. Still one look at the pink aura around her told most who she was. It was very distinct and nearly impossible to hide.

"I will not harm you, unless you mean me harm and even then i try not to kill other Mutants, after all that would be murder" she said with a laugh as her eyes briefly glanced to one of the bodies. Her heart was already calming and her adrenaline flow stopped. He looked dangerous but Aura knew how harmless he looked with out her aura. She ahd to admit to herself however that deep down she did wish to test her power against his, as she did any mutant with a potentially combat oriented power.

Sylar might not be able to visually distinguish when someone died, at least not until their body temperature began to fall off, but the fainting sound of a heart beat was something he could pick up on, well that and the screaming suddenly cutting off. Anywho, this girl was clearly murdering these men, and Sylar generally liked to avoid murder and murderers in general...since his hands weren't all that bloody themselves. Killers tended to not like being seen, so his idea was to get away from here fast and hope the woman had no interest in pursuing an urban legend.

However falling off the wall had ruined any notion of sneaking away, and the girl had clearly seen him. Though he sudden friendly attitude didn't fit with what she'd just been doing, or what Sylar was used to. Or maybe he was, mutant girls seemed attracted to the idea of befriending a monster, or at least this wasn't the first time it'd happened. But he wasn't so foolish as to just jump out and start shaking hands. She offered her name, and the boy offered a flat response.

"Oh hi there, don't mind me, I was just passing through." He kept his distance, backing away any time the girl made a step forward, his eyes only picking up on the fact that a small form had just murdered men, and she was clearly a mutant...or wearing some very good bulletproof clothing. Either way, he was cautious. Her own words confirmed her status as a mutant though, so Sylar was hopeful he could weasel his way out of trouble, since mutants tended to be a more birds of a feather than the normals were.

"Uh pretty sure all of this counts as murder, at least most people would say so. As for me, I'm totally harmless! Please ignore all the pointy bits, merely for show, I promise." He said followed by a bit of a dry chuckle, usually Sylar liked to play the controlling role. His Boogeyman face was quite well practiced at this point, but this woman had already fired off one bomb, and then walked around finishing off crippled humans. Sylar had no interest in her deciding he needed a taste of pipe bomb as well, even if she was offering the friendly face for the moment.

The Mutant who looked like a monster that might eat you, seemed scared of her, ore at least pretty worried. Aura was not sure if she should take pride in that or not but she did anyway. SHe made no further move toward him through she still watched him curiously. "You may leave at any time, my new friend. In fact we probably both should once we hear the cops." she commented casually. If she was still here then the situation would get very messy for everyone. Aura would go down fighting and as she did she would make sure it took a lot of humans to do so.

"DO we call it murder when a farmer kills the cow to make food? COws are a lower life form and thus may be eaten, just as humans are below mutant, so the same natural law applies. To be honest no matter how you cook human, i have never liked the taste" she said with confidence and conviction. Humans simply had numbers and that would pass in time. SHe would do everything in her power to aide in that.

"I have a feeling your more dangerous then you let on, a magnificent mutation like yours? I imagine you do not casually stroll through the town streets in daylight either. Say what you will of my actions here and of my crimes but i fight for a world here our children will not fear for their lives simply because they look dangerous. My Mission will likely see my life cut short, but my people are worth it. I can fight, it is my powers function, better their be blood on my hands and then the bodies of those mutants less capable then myself." she said her cheerful tone sounding much more serious as she spoke. She had so far decided not to ask what the strange looking mutant was doing there quite yet.

Aura was not intimidated by the other mutant at all. She had met several other such mutants such as an old friend she knew named Aurion. "You seem like a nice enough guy and despite your looks i feel i am likely the real monster here" she said confidently.

Sylar was quite well acquainted with fear, both being afraid and being terrifying. Did this woman scare him? Only slightly, more than anything her presence coupled with the knowledge that she'd set off a bomb, or some kind of explosive power was what set him off. Sylar's instincts tended to kick in around very loud noises or fire, both of which scared the monster living in his skin. She mentioned cops though, and Sylar sighed audibly.

"Always with the police, could I go one night without being told to halt or shot at." He had plenty of animosity with the police, though Sylar was more of a nuisance than a threat on average, since his criminal activities mostly consisted of breaking, entering, and scaring the bajesus out of people...Oh and eating pets. Though that was more a rumor than an actual crime on the record.

The woman instantly reminded Sylar of another mutant with certain racial views when it came to the normal people. Roach and her would probably be best friends, well unless she actually looked normal as well. Sylar couldn't tell beyond her heat signature. Her statement rang true deeper within the boy though, as he remembered a certain night when he partook of the predator feeding on cattle ideal.

Sylar fidgeted a bit at her words, showing that they affected him somewhere, his voice cracking a bit as he spoke. "Cow's don't beg you to stop, or scream at the sight of you...or shoot at you." He said flatly, remembering the various ways people had reacted to his mutation before, ranging from the general screams and running, towards the violent counterattacks. Though there were the good ones, his mutant friends, that little girl he'd rescued more than a year back. Humans were bad, but he couldn't call that little girl cattle, not yet.

He nearly mouthed the words "they're better raw" but he stopped himself, getting caught up in this girl's pace might be a bad idea, focus on the moment Sylar, come on.

This girl sure didn't have any qualms about mutant surperior, sounding off like some zealous freedom fighter more than willing to purge their oppressors from the history of the world. He tilted his head a bit and spoke back, comfortable with the distance between them. "Fair enough,it's hard to play the harmless card when you're basically made of knives." He said showing off his clawed hands, his digits encased beneath obsidian plates with fingers so sharp you could seen the sheen of light on them like you would on a sword.

"And I don't really care about normals anyway, I'm just not fond of explosions." She also deftly pointed out that Sylar was not free to walk in the day, a kind of painful reminder but the boy was too used to the reality of it to take offense. "You remind of my boss, he's pretty gung-ho about hating the humans too. As long as I have the safety of the dark I don't need to risk my life killing normals either. I get to be the Boogeyman, and they all stay very very far away normally, works out great." The boy shared a bit about his own status as a mutant, as well as his lack of pride or incentive in his racial status.

Picking up on a certain sound in the distance, Sylar cut the friendly chat a bit short by pointing out that they didn't have all night to stay in this place. "You look normal enough to me lady, and as for being nice, I'll be nice enough to warn you the sirens are about to be in ear shot." Sylar's hearing was far better than a normal persons, but sirens were loud to everyone, and soon enough they'd be blaring for Aura to hear as well.

"Yes, The humans are fools but i tend to leave a distinct trail. Weather by the upstanding citizens that got away from me or from looking over this scene, they will know i am back. Though the cops stop asking me to halt or freeze when they realized it just let me close distance with them" she said with a shrug. The police were annoying but their Mutant Related Crimes were another matter. Aura had to assume they had at least one Null on their side. SHe would have gone that route herself, Mutants were much less dangerous unpowered.

" No animal wishes to die, it's why humans fight the rise of mutant kind. They know their time as a species is fading away, that their time as the dominant species is over. I was trained to eat and cook whatever i could catch and taught to use my power my making furniture from my pray's bones. At some point though i guess the screams just became normal background noise, something to note because it would bring danger" she said not clearly recalling where that point was at all. Even knowing her memories were largely a lie created by another mutant past the last 6 years or so.

"Oh i see, then i apologize for that. I really did not need to use it, i got carried away. She looked over his claw's thoughtfully wondering how they would hold up to her aura. His boss? Now she was more curious, he was clearly a mutant supremacist who seemed to be using this mutant to an interesting effect. SHe might even be able to use that talent herself one day depending on who this guy's boss was.

"well if any normal's give you trouble, im quite happy to correct the issue. Your boss seems like a wise man. I prolbely worked for him at some point" she said which was not quite as true as she liked. She had only really worked for Sanctuary and their less then legal activities and the old cult. Still their was a fair chance that a mutnat supremacist criminal would be working out of Sanctuary.

He was right, only a few seconds later the sirens started up in her ears. "I plan to head torward Sanctuary if you care to join me" she said considering her own mental map of the city that knew alleys better then street names. SHe moved closer to the exit knowing both she and the police did not want to see each other that night. Her secret likely blown as it was did not need to extend to a huge number of police deaths tonight. Still she also did not wish to see the kid take the blame for this, perhaps she would let them see her if it came to that.

"Yeah well I've no interest in testing it to find out there's a piece of me that ISN'T bulletproof." To be fair, Sylar's armor was quite adept at protecting him from harm, bullets, bats, knives, none of it seemed to be able to pierce the armor, but plenty of him wasn't covered, and he didn't want to test how much luck he just happened to have left over. Man this girl was really over the top in her sense of mutant superiority, Sylar had heard of hims as scum, jerks, and even cattle. But this was pretty intense.

"There's at least one good one. So long as she's around, I can't ignore what's similar between us. Besides...to me, you look pretty much the same." Sylar was sure such a statement would be quite offensive to the girl, but his eyes were different than hers, he couldn't see the colors or beauty of her armor or weapons, her power made her different, but like any human Aura had the same shape of two arms, two legs, a body with a head, and all of it looked a little like food to Sylar somewhere deep in his gut. "But I've no interest in harping on you for killing thugs, especially since...er well let's say my hands aren't clean either.[/color]" In fact the smell of death on this place was starting to make him hungry, like a predator stumbling onto a dead meal free of charge, but he couldn't cave into that feeling.

"Roach has his fingers...feelers? Er never mind, but he's big on the mutant community stuff, anyways, we should leave." Sylar said, finally moving from his safe spot near the wall and letting himself creep closer to Aura's position, as he'd either have to climb out of here to avoid her, or just go out the door which was beyond her. Sylar knew that place, the Sanctuary. It was a mutant home, and it was a little less concerned with what you did with your powers than the Mansion, not as warm or homey as the Mansion sure, but for mutants like Sylar acceptance was already a rarity, so he'd never look down on place that would take in a living monster for the night.

"Been awhile since I saw Sanctuary, but it's close enough to where I live that it works. Lead on...Aura? Yeah, ladies first." Sylar said flatly, as his form left the shadows more of his odd visage became visible, a mixture of a lithe almost girlish boy, mingled with living growths of hardened flesh, and all of it shiny and sharp, especially the lengthy tail that followed behind the boy, ending in that gut wrenching blade that seemed like it was always on the move.

"I see, a wise idea, though it may well be a good idea to find the less dence parts of you that wont stand up to them anyway, never know where you may be shot" she said simply. She had to remind herself that not everyone grew up in the equivalent of a war zone. Still she also knew such information might keep this...kid? adult? Alive. Aura was not quite sure from the mutation. The matter was irrelevant anyway.

"Not all Humans are bad to mutants, the instinct to survive never quite develops in some. But eventually humanity as a whole will try and scour us from the earth. ALso my looking Human was not a choice believe me, i would much rather looking like yourself" she said truthfully. She did look human not that she would ever like that fact, she simply hoped one day something even if useless would arise to mark her as Mutant forever. With the mutants form she could see him being a fighter, it wa snot a role she wished on anyone, but he did seem well suited for it.

Roach? Aura stopped dead taking in information. SHe had not seen roach in quite some time, in fact since the riots she had helped with. "Roach you say? How is the ol' boss insect?" she asked both curious to hear more and know and of roaches activities.

"Yes we should go" she said wanting to see sanctuary herself. It was her home even if half her reason for being there no longer held weight. When had Alli become so important to her? Distractions. SHe shook her head to try and clear it even as she looked out into the Alley, already several cops and paramedics surrounded somthing on the side walk and from the massive blood trail Aura quickly figured it was the wounded man whose friends had helped him escape.

The shot struck the aura on the back of her head and bounced off striking a trashcan. Glanceing back she saw another officer gun drawn and heard the others already on the radio. "I need you to do me a favor kid, Run as fast as you can. Theirs cops's out there and more in a few seconds. I'll charge them and distract them, just get to safety and, if i dont meet you back at Sanctuary, tell Roach what happoned" she said smiling even as she heard tires screeching to a halt.

They knew it was her, and their was no time to delay. "Cover your ears if you can" Aura grabbed her other pipe bomb and threw it around the corner of the door, she counted to three and heard the blast go off and charged out the door. Her Aura thickened and took on a curved surface, sword liked blade quickly formed from her wrist stretching almost a foot from her body. Several bullets struck her Aura but she ignored them in her charge. She considered it likely she might fall her, more so if they could bring in a null. The bullets would add up to, each impact would diminish her reserve just a bit.

She struck the first cop in a scissor like motion, bisecting him as her Momentum carried her past. She only hoped the other mutant would be able to escape without much issue. As long as he could do that, even if she died it be worth it. She smiled, reveling it the battile. They knew she was back and she needed to make a big noise to draw attention which seemed to be working as far as she could tell.

Sylar could guess which parts of him weren't bullet proof, the ones that still looked or felt human, the parts of him he was loathe to loss, even though it meant becoming that much stronger. But as that strength grew, his humanity waned, a trade nobody else seemed to understand. He couldn't quite argue with Aura's words either, Sylar had never finished school but he remembered some of the history of the world, and how humanity often attacked what it didn't understand or couldn't rule over. And a bunch of people with super powers would never bow down or play nicely.

"Er, wasn't trying to insult you or anything lady, It's just most everyone looks the same to me, kind of comes with the mutation." He could explain that he was blind later, but could see the heart effusing through her skin, or that he could hear her heartbeat pounding beneath her chest, and all of these other things that created the "images" Sylar saw.

As they began to make for the door, it seemed the word Roach created a bridge between the two mutants, as Aura clearly knew Roach, or at least knew of him. Sylar shrugged "He's been busy, that's all I can say." Roach has been leaving Sylar mostly to his own devices as of late, which seemed to be getting Sylar into just as much trouble as when Roach was in charge, the sewer boy just couldn't win.

It seemed the police were on their game tonight, as they'd shown up quicker than Sylar would have expected, as the two stepped out into a warzone, with at least a dozen people aiming real guns at them. The boy cursed softly under his breath while Aura decided to play the hero and told him to run. He wanted to, he wanted to drop to all fours and dash out of here so fast they wouldn't have even known what he was, but he cursed again, hating himself for being weak towards other mutants.

The girl had rushed off head long into the fray, her power making her quite sturdy as none of the bullets seemed to pierce or injure her. The gun shots were thunderous for Sylar, his ears ringing a bit with each one, but he couldn't just stand here and do nothing, especially if this girl was just going to murder a dozen officers. The last thing Sylar needed was the swat team out on a hunt for mutants.

He took a breath, and felt the cage unlock within his gut. Unleash the beast, but just barely, had to direct it. The boy felt the air fill his lungs before coming back out, the puff of warmth visible to his eyes as he launched forward. Leaping from behind the woman's back was the Boogeyman of New York, his body seeming to meld with the night sky as he spun mid air, smashing into the ground behind a few of the officers who'd been firing at Aura. His tail shot out like a viper, coiling around one man's leg and the boy spun, dragging the man like a flail as he smashing him into his colleagues.

"Run you fools!" He ordered the men as he showed off his prowess, the boy was the strength of a bear, the ferocity of a tiger, and the brilliance of man wrapped up into one nightmarish creature. The boy hissed, a loud noise that would send a chill down anyone's spine as his tail released the man he'd grabbed, who wound up flung into his cruiser with a loud thud.

He turned his head over his shoulder for a moment to Aura. "If they're all unconscious we can leave right?" Sylar wasn't a fan of killing cops, not just because some of them were good people, but because when you killed cops, the danger of living in New York got a lot more real, and he didn't need the attention on himself, or the people he interacted with.

With that, Sylar let the beast take over as his instincts began to runt he show.

The sweet release that came with the fray flowed through her like a jolt of electricity. The joy of the battlefield, the dance between fighters, each devoted to task. What was even better is they were human, so she did not need to hold back. A second swing missed but knocked a pistol onto the ground. It was then she saw the other mutant almost fly into combat. She smiled, she liked this one already, he was brave and willing to help his own people, all things that deeply mattered.

Her blade flowed like liquid as it reformed into a sharp spinning point from the sword. Her uppercut with the drill struck the stomach of the next officer with grisly results. Aura's second stroke bit into the squad car, cracking the windshield. She felt several more shot's strike home including a few that she took the full force of. Taking a veiw of the situation aura gave a sharp jab to the Squad's car tire, ripping a half foot long hole in it, The cops seemed to be trying to back away from her, to keep her out of their midst as they did not wnat to hit their own.

"When we find an opening we should go, weather their awake or not" she said, as she drew a shallow slash against the next officer's stomach. He ducked below her next strike and Aura carried past him, knowing he might be an issue later. "I imagine a Mutant control unit is on it's way already" she said having been ok with that fact when it was just her. With the other Mutant however she had to try and get out of this alive. She had no idea how well her friend was doing in battle.

She knew the Mutant control units were likely n their way, after all Aura would be a prize for them, dead or alive, maybe more so dead. She felt a shot gun slug strike the back of her head and even with her aura the direct shot sent her staggering forward. She turned to strike but saw the man was having trouble with Sylar. That tail seemed to be quite useful and it was obvious his powers provided him with wonderful combat abilities.

Aura considered where they could go, even as she thought she heard another a cruiser's sirens. They would know she was here by the wounds on the dead. Their were not many save Isabel she knew off that left their targets shredded. Then again most avoided situations like this, on the idea of wanting to stay alive.

Aura's flashy and oppressive fighting style was actually complementary to Sylar's own, as Aura drew plenty of attention to herself as police officers tried to bring the woman down with their guns. Sylar managed to vanish from sight repeatedly, drawing back from the fight into the blind spots of various officers, and reappearing somewhere else to assault another officer. Sylar spoke in between bouts of take downs, the boy popping out at impossible angles to grab officers by the face or body and hurl them against one another or their vehicles.

"Then I'll make one for us." The boy thought about how to accomplish that though, as his forte was usually avoiding attention or ducking out of vision once the eyes were on him. She warned of a mutant control unit, which was something Sylar hadn't dealt with yet, or at least no powered officers, as generally he was seen as a nuisance or rumor, his record was currently clean of kills and he'd like to keep it that way for now.

Aura took a blast to the head, staggering the girl as Sylar realized perhaps she wasn't indestructible. The boy hissed and his tail lashed forward, causing the officer to stumble, and then Sylar pounced forward and grasped the weapon, crushing it with his grip. "That's enough of that." He said before he tossed the man over his cruiser with a gun ruined like a child's toy. That was a weapon Sylar had no interest in testing, and if one officer had pulled it, it meant this fire fight wasn't as harmless as he'd like.

Then the idea struck, a spark rushing into his brain as the smell of blood and violence began to stir the strength within his gut. "Here it comes!" The boy hissed out, as he bent down and gripped the cruiser in front of him. Sylar was strong, absurdly so, but even he couldn't pick a car up and hurl it, but he could certainly move one. He groaned and growled, trying to stir the beast into doing as he wanted for once, his sinewy muscles suddenly rippling out neath his hoodie as the boy suddenly started pushing the car from it's spot. Some of the officers noticed something was up and began to fire upon the vehicle, the bullets becoming lodged at various points within the frame, but one passing through the windows and grazing the boy's abdomen.

Sylar howled, and felt the faintest trickle of blood seep down his remaining human flesh. That bit of pain was enough to stir his adrenaline, and the car suddenly lifted up on one side, before flipping over and rolling towards a group of officers, sending them sprawling to dodge a crushing demise.

If seeing a movie monster flip a car over wasn't an opening, the boy didn't know what one was. "Now!" He hissed to Aura, before be backed off behind the cover of the flipped vehicle, and prepared to run into the dark alleyways of the district.

Aura knew she was happiest in combat, it made everything clear and simple. It was even better when her partner in the fight was adept in the art. Sylar worked with Aura well and she could not help but smile. It was a shame that these officers might report him however. Still he seemed like one who could take of himself.

Then the car began to move and Aura as well as several or the remaining officers looked over to check. Aura's next blow was not fatel but pushed an officer forward only to catch a face full of flipped car. She was sure he would live but for now he was delt with and that was all she really needed. Once he said now, Aura backed off eventually running for the cover of the alleyways she was sure she could lose the police in. It was a shame but she had already pressed things a farther then she wanted to.

The humans now knew she was back for certain, the survivors would talk and her power, distinct as it was would have been hard not to associate with her. It also meant a direct path to Sanctuary was also a poor idea. Still Aura knew these alleys well and was certain she would not be followed or at least not by the police anyway. They had caused devastation behind them, the cops would not be happy at all with the turn of events.

Aura was quite thrilled, sure she has exposed herself before she had meant to but the dance of combat had bee fun, more so with a friend who seemed adept at violence, maybe more so with a little push. Still she had seen the blood, unlike her he was more vulnerable to bullets then she was. Like a lot of her old friends that made him more vulnerable to death then she was. Most people were though with just a few exceptions.

Sylar was an odd contradiction of personality versus instinct. Sylar the boy was timid and wanted to do nothing but avoid conflict, feeling safe when nobody noticed him. But his body and instincts were those of a predator, a creature carved of blades and able to instantly find just the right spot to inflict the most damage on whoever opposed him, and these clashing ideals are the only thing that held Sylar back from being perhaps one of the most dangerous mutants alive. Aura might happily relish in combat, but Sylar's mind was solely devoted to ending this fight swiftly.

Sylar's diversion was a good one, his act of strength serving to confuse, intimidate, and just wreck anyone who was foolish enough not to dodge or flee. A midst the confusion and wreckage of the flipping car, Sylar vanished from sight once more, though a few faint trickles of blood would reveal to the discerning eye that he'd vanished into one of the various alleys of the warehouse district. Sylar pressed his clawed hand to his side, pressing on the wound to see how bad it was. It stung quickly to the pressure, but it was otherwise just a scratch, his musculature a little too thick for a mere bullet scratch to pose any real harm, but he didn't like the pain still.

Sylar crawled along the side of a building, making his way towards the woman who had ruined his night. This woman was trouble, just like every mutant was, but he at least needed to know where he stood with someone as dangerous and crazy as she was. She turned a corner in the maze of alleyways, and the boy spoke, breaking the silence of the escape.

"I know mutant girls are trouble, but you're pretty crazy huh?" The boy said from the shadows, only his voice and the vague shape of a humanoid giving him away before he dropped down into the dim light of the alley way. Sylar was an odd creature, his movements so smooth and fluid that you might guess he was a snake or simply made of shadow itself, but his face beneath the matted hair and fleshing growths was that of a boy so lithe he might as well be a woman.

"First thugs, then the police, you want to wage war or something?" He said, curious as to just how crazy this chick was, and hoping to find out just how far he should keep away from her. At least Roach respected the need for discretion in certain scenarios, Sylar had kept his record pretty clean so far, but now at least some of the police force would know he'd attack them when goaded on, and that meant bad news for his lifestyle.

He kept his claw to his side, placing pressure on his scratch while it scabbed up, but the boy was plenty sturdy enough that he didn't care or blame Aura for getting him hurt. After all, when he'd forced the fight to end, she'd backed off, saving him from having to smell anymore of the cops innocent blood. "Even Roach doesn't just fight out in the open, those were the police you know. They're kind of the good guys...ish." Sylar didn't really like or care for normal people, but the police kept the order, he could at least respect that they were supposed to do what was right by human ideals.

He was right, Roach likely would not like this at all. He had worked hard to get her past being a simple killer. An aimless solider is what she had shown up to Sanctuary as, so long ago it seemed. "To be fair, i was hoping you would run. Their is enough blood on my hands where this will not add much to my long criminal record." she admitted with a casual shrug and with clean hands. One nice, her aura kept her clean of blood and guts.

"The thugs were mere chance, the warehouse is actually owned by me. The thugs, they were for fun, but the Cops? they would have fired on me either way and i was trying to protect you. " she said casually stretching her arm's over her head.

"Your right. He won't like this one at all im sure. Roach liked the covert approach. This is just so much easier, so much less effort to simply let the song of combat flood through me." she said a bright smile coming to her face.

"I don't recall much as a kid, my memories were toyed with you see. BUt what i do know is my powers emerged during a school yard fight with another girl. Without meaning to, i formed a sword from my aura and cut her spine in two, like nothing. I was horrified of course. Then A group of mutant supremacists broke many of out. They taught us be loyal solders, fight without question. They trained me to perfect my powers, by using my aura to turn bone into furniture, Humans soon came for us with automatic weapons, we fought and many died. I watched those humans murder nearly everyone who was important to me. " she said shaking her head and looking at her hands. So much blood on them and she had just added even more. It did not bother her much but she knew it should.

"I was the last survivor of the cult. After the humans killed the rest and left me for dead, i managed to walk here. I had no idea Humans and Mutants were not at open war, so by the time i realized the truth it was much to late. Now? I'm, guilty of well over a thousand homicides, far more counts of property damage and theft, public endangerment, Bodily mutilation, breaking into a prison, breaking out of prison, two hundred counts of animal cruelty. Apparently it is not legal to simply eat random dogs and cats off the street. And that's just the stuff they could prove. She said. Aura kept track of the number of people she had killed. She did not track the other stuff and had however quoted the police rap when she had been arrested over a year ago. ""Still i don't hurt mutants if i can at all avoid it and protect those i can. Our people must survive" she said playfully forming a drill in her fist before letting it melt back into the translucent aura coating her body.