The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Sylar guessed his name was fine, he'd never thought about how a name sounded to someone else before. He understood the point she was making, even he knew it's better to be part of a group than to be alone, but he'd spent three years alone, learning this lifestyle. To suddenly be offered some essentially magical safe place to go, it just didn't sit with his thoughts.
"The idea of a home for mutants is still strange to me." He said without emotion. Sylar wasn't even capable of hope, at least not from just one meeting with another mutant. How we live shapes who we are, and Sylar was so used to being a creature in the dark, the Scourge of Manhattan as he'd heard people discuss it. "So you recruit people, then they recruit people and so forth?" So everything they added a member to their pack, they added the chance for even more, it was a smart idea, even he could know that.
He felt nervous giving into her offer even the slightest bit, but she seemed so genuinely friendly that he at least had to believe her a bit. "Where is this Mansion?" He asked, he had no intention of going, at least not tonight, but if he knew where it was. He could check it out, learn about the place his way, like a predator hunting prey. If could at least see a place full of mutants, maybe he'd believe that they weren't hunted or condemned like he'd always thought.
Sylar had never thought about things making life worth living, he'd just always chose to live. To live was the only choice for him, so concepts like beauty and art, they no longer registered with him. "I was born blind, I can't see your face, or look at artwork. Though it sounds as if you've known beauty to try and explain it to me." He replied bluntly, he had no interest in beauty, or the leisurely aspects of life. Life was about a good meal and a safe place to sleep.
Normal people did scare easy, Sylar knew that much. He kind of got a kick out of scaring people every now and then, just to keep his image up so people would generally avoid him. Better to be feared, than afraid he figured. She mentioned the beauty of animals, and Sylar had no idea what she meant. Sylar had no concept of beauty, he'd been blind his entire life.
"There's normal people, and there's me, that's the only difference I know of. What's beauty?" He asked bluntly, perhaps she'd forgotten that, or assumed he had his own concept of it. When you lived underground, fed on trash, and looked like a living nightmare, beauty was a concept as alien as he was to normal people.
"Like a pack? I remember pack animals from school." He said, comparing mutants to animals was the most logical thought he had at the moment. He'd never imagined being in a group of mutants, safe with numbers instead of in the dark. Part of him wanted that, most of him was afraid of it. Crowds were something he'd grown to fear over the years, nearly to a phobia. Mobs were dangerous to a monster.
Then she stopped his brain entirely. A name? Of course Sylar had a name, he'd not forget that in just three years, but in those three years he'd never had to bring it up, or even think about it. She might notice him seem to freeze up for a moment, and then he responded. "Oh yeah, I'm Sylar." It somehow felt good to bring up his name, this conversation had made him feel more human than even back when he went to school with other normal people. "What about you?" He returned her question.
Sylar's posture did not relax at all, internally he felt that a fight had been avoided, but instincts didn't turn off. At least not until every sign was there for them to calm down, and he wasn't comfortable at all in this situation. He wondered what her mutation was, she had heat just like everybody else, but her outside, maybe her skin, was different.
"Then no trouble?" He asked, still unsure of the situation. At any point a scream could put him in trouble, and send him running, but maybe she didn't know that, or didn't think he'd run from cops. His tail began to sway back and forth again, not so much from irritation, but to remove any bits of trash left on it. The last thing Sylar needed was garbage stains on his tail.
However, before he could truly clean it, she offered the food and tossed it to him. His movement would probably put her on edge again, as Sylar dashed forward, covering the half distance between them like a person in fast forward. He grabbed up the box, and immediately retreated back to the dumpster, turning form her, showing about half his back to her and leaving his tail to show up more in the light.
It was segmented, and bony, almost skeletal, but obsidian black and glinted in the light. He attacked the food, literally attacked it. Seconds passed and the box was empty. It was steak, which he'd been eating the poor bits out of the garbage, this little take out box of meat was like gourmet cuisine in his mouth. The sweet taste of meat, with no bitterness of garbage or rot to taint it. He'd have shed a tear if he still could.
He dropped the box, and crouched down, turning back to look at her a bit. He began to clean his tail, though he didn't lick it, but instead rubbed the blade back and forth against his jeans, trying to rub off any remaining residue from his little show.
She said he was like a cat, and though it didn't show, Sylar smiled a bit. "Really? I like cats." He responded, his tone a little more friendly, or as friendly as a sewer dwelling mutant with no friends could sound. "Cats are hunters, so am I." He finished bluntly.
Sylar inwardly cursed, people were getting too nosy lately. If he couldn't keep his status as a monster, then everybody would be after him. He'd met a mutant like he wanted, but the last thing he needed was somebody spreading the rumors about him being approachable. He listened to her words, but his instincts responded before his brain did. She posed a question, so his body answered.
Dumpsters weren't the sturdiest things, but it would suffice. As her sentence finished, he stood up, showing that he was a short man, barely 5'8", and scrawny. But his tail pulled back and whipped forward in front of him where she could see. The blade punctured the metal with a loud noise, and then he pulled his tail back out. Bits of trash and what could only be described as dumpster juice trickled out from the hole.
"I don't want a fight, but more than that I won't want the attention." He told her bluntly, no anger in his voice. Sylar wasn't aware he could insult somebody, but then his brain caught up with him. Claw marks? Scales? So she was a mutant too.
His body tensed as hers did, Sylar was cornered, and could probably fight at his best with this scenario, but a Predator didn't fight, too much risk. A predator engaged when it would 100% win, and avoided pointless endeavors.
"I didn't realize you were a mutant too." He said, his voice more steady now, holding back his aggression. Perhaps he could get out of this situation without the fight, and if she was a mutant, he could probably get away without cops being called in as well.
If Sylar had been a normal person, he might have laughed at the idea of her stating she wouldn't take his dumpster meal, but then a normal person didn't eat out of a dumpster to begin with. So really the entire thought was just silly. He wasn't afraid of losing his meal, but being caught, or having the police called. He remained anxious, the hissing noise growing quieter, but still echoing through the slim alleyway.
She didn't look like she was gonna run, or scream, but Sylar had better senses then most. The first time he met a mutant, she had no real fear or concern, this person however, was a different story. He could hear everything so clearly, it was nearly empathetic sometimes, but it meant one thing at this point in time. She wasn't entirely unafraid of him either. The thing a cornered animal wanted most was that knowledge. To know it wasn't an unwinnable fight, or an inescapable one.
And now she was offering food? Did somebody go around telling people Sylar was a dog now? The girl had offered him food too, and though it meant a better tasting meal, he couldn't get lax and become accustomed to this. An animal used to being fed was an animal easily captured. He wanted the food sure, but he really needed to get people spooked again so they'd stop coming near him.
"I'm not a dog you know." He said aggressively, but with no aggressive movement toward Kiva. "I'm a monster, a mutant, you should drop the food and run." He was attempting to intimidate her, not knowing she was a mutant as well, at least not entirely. He couldn't see her outer appearance, but he could tell her shape was a bit out of the ordinary for a person. And after meeting another mutant, he remembered that anyone could be one.
He slowly crawled a bit from behind the dumpster, preparing to bolt forward to snatch the food if he could, but the darkness of the alley against the poor light from where she was showed a slim, starved looking silhouette of a creature unlike any other.
Sylar had some success, a few bits of meat, fatty, but good enough for him. A few bits of veggie were still edible, but the beef and chicken bits he could find were the best. He'd reek of garbage, and his breath could probably kill a skunk, but all that mattered was the calm feeling of a full stomach. His attention focused on eating, he'd ignored his other senses a bit, mostly hearing. But a sound caught his ears, a sound that was made by a person. In the moment she spoke her simple utterance, he reacted like a frightened dog.
With a blur of movement, he slipped to the side of the dumpster, using it to hide his shape, only part of his head, shoulder, and his tail showing. He hissed from the surprise, a terrible noise, only vaguely like a snake, and far more alien than any sound a person would usually make. His senses soaked in every bit of information like a sponge. A man? No, the voice was off, but not quite manly. An older woman? A teenager? It was hard to tell, but her form looked a bit more feminine than masculine, though even that was off. Was she in heavy clothing? It was like she was wearing some kind of suit all over her body, a weird outline to her thermal image.
His head peeked out a bit more, though this wasn't to get a better look at her, since Sylar couldn't really see anyways, now it was more a curiosity. "What do you want, go on, get out of here."His voice was guttural, and blunt, only the tinged of fear getting through. Sylar wanted her to leave, he'd been spotted, and as soon as she ran, or called for help, he'd bolt up the building, at least that's what his plan was.
He remained in the dark, doing his best to conceal himself, but the silhouette he cast only made it more obvious that he wasn't human. The tail swayed back and forth, a sign of anger, a habit Sylar had similar to cats. The glinting blade at the end though was a different story. He'd been getting sloppy recently, he realized that. But for now he had to react to the situation, how to get away from this person, whom might be on the other end of the spectrum, thinking this is the scene where the monster leaps from the dark and swallows you up.
He guessed Serena had gotten the closure she needed with that statement. He'd ran from his world, abandoning it as it abandoned him, so he didn't know the feeling. Sylar couldn't even comprehend her explanation of her family. His parents had always felt distant, never truly accepting his blindness or his timid nature. No, Sylar had never known acceptance with no clauses, so to him, it was basically a fairy tale.
"I don't know of anyone like that. People scare easily, and if most mutants look normal, I'm sure I could scare them too." As if to emphasize his point his tail leaned forward slowly, the blade glinting in the dim light, an obsidian weapon with only one purpose. He wasn't sure how to feel about her next statement either. Sylar was a monster, that was truth to him. A sewer dwelling creature that fed in the shadows, what else would you call it?
"You can see me right? Monster is just the word for it. My mother said so." He said bluntly and without emotion, a fact for him, an opinion for her. She mentioned that the other mutants transformed, instead of just were. "So they aren't always monsters?" He'd never thought it you could control it. If you could choose to be a man or a monster, you could live with the normal people. Again he subconsciously cursed himself for being born cursed.
He swayed back and forth a bit, his senses scanning anyone else and making sure his time with Serena remained just that, a solo conversation. "What would a group of mutants even do? It's hard enough to hide by myself, do normal people just not know about you?" He asked, having never known mutant kind had reached some kind of acceptance with them, and still didn't believe her that the cops weren't a threat.
Alternate reality is always fun, I don't have much history on the site with my character, but I'd love to see an AR thread for those who have more diverse histories, and I mean even without much to do, I could join enjoy it too!
Sylar usually avoided the more populated parts of the city, but he couldn't help but want something tastier than stolen snacks or raw meat. Maybe meeting a mutant had triggered something in him, or maybe it was the sandwich, either way, he was risking it to go diving. Sylar had done it before, whether it be after closing at restaurants, or the few hours between night and dawn when the bars were all emptied. But tonight, he'd picked a restaurant's dumpster.
It was easy enough, at times like this, he figured everybody was eating at the bars, and the restaurants would be empty if not closing for the night. And his status as a local legend kind of kept people from poking around the trash in the dark when they heard the noise. He dropped from from the side of the building and landed quite silently on the pavement. The dumpster here reeked, an odor that would knock a normal person flat on their butt.
But to Sylar's nose, it was a whole different story. He could smell how rotten something was, where just trash was, as opposed to food items. He stood up form his crouched position, and looked down into the dumpster. This wasn't entirely true though, Sylar was blind basically, instead he could see the few weak bits of heat in the trash, gathered during the day and held in there by bags packed too tightly together. He grabbed a few bags and pulled them out, dropping them to the ground and tearing them apart. Like a raccoon, he picked through them, gathering what edible food he could find and tossing everything else in a pile.
Chunks of meat, chicken or steak were the best, but he could also find appetizer items, fried food was great too, even if it'd been in there for hours, it'd be fine to eat. The taste would be awful, but that didn't matter to an animal. All he needed was a full stomach. The sounds he made as he dug in and tore apart trash bags would be easily heard outside the alley. But the question was, when the town knew about the late night Predator, who'd be foolish enough to disturb him while he ate?
Sylar wasn't aware his story was "sad", at least now the way she'd take it. Sylar wasn't much of a person at this point in his life, his emotions had dulled from solitude, he was lonely of course. But he wasn't actually sad, or depressed about it, to him it just was how things were. He cared more about hunger, and fear, than joy or anger. But hearing that some mutants parents didn't abandon them struck a cord deep down. Part of him felt jealous, jealous that parents could love and his didn't, but it was a fleeting thought.
"I see, I'm sorry for your loss." Sylar had never had siblings, nor experienced death, he had no attachment to it, but knew regular people did. Worse, Sylar had the potential to kill in him, after all, he was designed for it, and people were a very available food source. Only that little bit of conscious inside keep him to rats and dogs. "Did you get the guy who did it?" He asked, not wondering if the question could hurt her, or bother her.
Family? That wasn't a pleasant term for him. His father and mother only ever grew apart from him, to Sylar a family was about abandonment and passive loathing. He disliked the word, but wondered what the other side was like, if he'd been like her would he be in her spot now? The normal mutant, treating the monster like a person? Or would he hate them, just as his parents had him. Too complex, too deep, he let the through slip away.
"I had a family, they never really loved me. A disabled child who grew into a mutant? I don't blame them either." He said with no hint of emotion, no anger, just a fact. However he was curious to see other mutants. "I..I would be like to meet other mutants, but a family of them is too many. You...you're not so bad, by yourself, even if you look like everybody else." She was persistent, maybe this mansion of mutants did this, went out and brought all the mutants there.
If he couldn't be a person, he'd be a monster, that's how he'd lived his life. But could a monster meet a group of mutants? Part of him wanted to, most of him was terrified of leaving this manhole, his only escape back to his world. Down there, he wasn't afraid, he could run free, enjoy the dark, the quiet, and even meet the cats at the station. He realized he'd eaten but he hadn't picked up any food for them yet. Whenever this ended, he'd have to find a store to rob.
Her tone, even if he couldn't see her face, he could hear the change, far better than most. He knew it too, that feeling, having a nature, a curse, something that isn't normal. She'd kept him here with food, and now she'd baited him again with that one sentence.
She immediately switched back, it sounded to him like hiding behind a mask, being too nice. Perhaps she was that sincere, perhaps she was faking it, either way, he was always paying more attention to her actions than words, that's what an animal did after all. "So, there is more to you than a sandwich and a friendly voice." He felt a bit more comfortable now, knowing that she wasn't some normal person without a care in the world.
The cops wouldn't hurt him? That struck him as odd, they always chased him, always shouted, and ever since that incident with the girl, they'd been even more serious about trying to get him. At least that's how it looked to the starving sewer thief running from a crime scene. "Cops don't like me much lady, they chase me whenever I'm up here. The locals don't like me much either." She couldn't waver his belief, years spent in fear superseded logic, especially for a fifteen year old mutant with no schooling.
He'd always figured mutants would group up, and hearing it confirmed made him feel slightly less alone. "I wondered where all the mutants were. I went to a normal school before..uh this?" He said, motioning his clawed hands toward her. But when she asked him to go there, he suddenly felt his instincts taking control.
He backed up, retreating till the heels of his feet touched the manhole. "No...no I can't, I can't go in the streets. And not to some mansion, I mean look at me." He was conflicted, his curiosity and loneliness wanted him to reach out, but going to some place full of people? Even if they were mutants, he'd have to be around a bunch of normal looking ones, Sylar hated crowds, groups meant mob mentality, and mobs hated the monster. "I don't do so well up here lady, plus I mean I've been down there for like three years, it's not so bad." He said, which was both a lie and the truth, he lived in squalor, constantly hungry, walking a thin line between man and monster, but it was all he knew, to him, being alive, and away from the public was a good thing.
He didn't want to stop talking to her though, He'd wondered about other mutants for 3 years as he lived underground, and never met one until today. "Are...are you other mutants orphans too?" He asked, a question he'd always wondered, did all their parents abandon them, or was it just him. Was he alone the ugly one nobody wanted.
Sylar wasn't sure what she was talking about, but it seemed like she was with a group of mutants, or lived with other mutants. He also had no idea what a sabretooth tiger was, but it must have been some type of cat. "You're getting confusing lady, but I should tell you, I've never met another mutant, or seen one. I'm blind." He finished, which was true, he'd never seen anyone in his life, until he mutated and gained an ability to sense heat.
"I only ever heard mutants were monsters, I just figured they all looked like me, or were easy to see." He remained crouched, his other senses looking for anyone else, he'd been here talking to her for so long he was starting to feel anxious. Then she explained what she was doing, and he realized that was why she looked weird to him, blood was warm, so she was stretching her image about. He didn't understand why you'd want to bleed though.
"So you're not a monster, you just make floating blood? That don't seem so bad." At least she didn't have to live in a sewer and eat trash every day, if mutants could look like people that meant most of them just went about like normal? Buncha lucky jerks. He smiled for just a moment. "I ain't afraid of you, I mean look at me, I could do alot more than you could, I'm just afraid of cops coming after me is all."
He suddenly felt a bit embarrassed, an emotion he hadn't had...since he was a kid? Or ever? Sylar hadn't been fed before, normally people just dropped their stuff and ran, or screamed at him, she though had talked to him and given him food, a new experience for him.
"Oh uh, yeah thanks lady. I haven't eaten since yesterday, so I was famished." He wasn't sure what to do besides thank her, he literally had nothing to offer in return but words, and it irked the little bit of his human side that remained in his head. "What're you doing here anyways? Not the best place to be alone at, you know." Why was she here, alleys, empty streets, the sewer manhole, this place didn't scream hang out for a young woman.
Sylar wasn't entirely sure to make of Serena, his senses could easily detect fear in a person, smell the sweat, the jump in body temp, hear the terror, but she seemed genuinely unafraid of him. He almost let his guard down, but his instincts told him not to buy it, nobody had ever liked Sylar, some girl wasn't about to be the first, at least that's what he thought till she mentioned other mutants.
"You know mutants? Mutants like me?" He asked, Sylar had never seen a mutant before, he'd only remembered his parents called them monsters, so he didn't believe they came in non monstrous forms, they all had to look different from normal people right? And he didn't buy that she was a mutant, she looked just like everybody else, besides the weird extra heat blob she'd had floating with her. "You don't look like a mutant lady, you look exactly like everyone else in fact." He finished, not believing her words, but struggling to find the lie or fear in her actions.
Sylar watched her move, and after the she removed the containers lid, his nose wrinkled again, sniffing the air like a dog. He inched forward, move of his body leaving the safety of the open sewer entrance, and then in a flash he reached forward and grabbed the Tupperware and immediately retreated back to the open manhole. He turned from her, immediately eating what she had offered, the sandwich and chicken vanishing within a few moments into his mouth. He acted almost like a starved dog at this point, before he realized something.
"Did you know you're bleeding?" He asked, he'd been so distracted by Serena's presence that he'd failed to register the light but readable scent of blood in the air. Having finished the food, he crept forward and placed the Tupperware back on the ground, his pitch black claws visible in the light for a moment, before retreating back, always staying with reach of the manhole.
Sylar's distraction quickly shifted to anxiety as Serena moved to bend over slightly. He couldn't see her facial expression, nor her eyes, but his first assumption would be that she would scream. He quickly lifted his hands from the ground to make a "No" gesture, but instead she spoke.
He stopped suddenly confused, her first reaction hadn't even been to flee, but instead she spoke to him like a person? His expression probably looked as confused as he was by her. He rested on his feet, resting his hands on his knees, while his tail swayed back and forth, visible to the light now, a gleaming scorpion like appendage whose main purpose was violence. He waited a moment, studying her, trying to figure out the situation, but finally just spoke.
"Ain't you gonna scream? Or call the cops?" He asked, remaining distant from her, nervous, but his curiosity peaked by the woman who didn't lose her mind when a sewer mutant erupted from the ground like a horror story. His eyes looked at her, but they never met hers, more like he was looking behind her, or at her as a whole thing as opposed to her face. Once she mentioned food however, she'd have struck gold.
His face perked up naturally at the word, his timid nature unable to hold up against hunger. He leaned forward a bit, inching closer to her, away from his escape. His nose wrinkled, like a dog sniffing under the table. He was a little more assertive, his voice growing beyond a whisper. "You'd just give me your food? I mean, I'm like not gonna mug you or something if you don't lady, but people don't give me food." He lowered his tail down further, showing it off, the plating, the obsidian blade at the end, and spoke again. "I'm a mutant ya know, a monster." He finished, weary of Serena, but his interested held by offered food. He could always take whatever she had and bolt back into the sewers after word.
Beneath the surface, right below Serena's feet in fact, another mutant entered the same area around the Sewer entrance. Sylar was beginning to feel the pangs of hunger, and had chosen a new manhole to enter the city. He crept his way to the ladder that lead to the opening, slowly reaching the barrier between him and his hunting ground. Sylar had no idea that someone was near this manhole, his senses focused on the stench of the underground and unable to pick up the scent of fresh blood just yet. His hand reached up and touched the metal cover, pushing on it at first.
The lid held easily, firmly tightened in place. He would have to force it open, which wasn't something new to him, but would probably terrify anyone who happened to see or hear it from the surface side. He reached back and thrust his fist forward, hitting the metal with a loud thud. Still stuck, so Sylar growled and smashed it again full force. This time, the cover popped up with a bang, and flew up into the air, landing a few feet away with a crash.
His door to the surface open, the Scourge of Manhattan made his entrance like a monster in a horror film. His claws reached out slowly, gripping the street and pulling his body up slowly. His head was hidden under the gray hood of his sweatshirt, but his claws were visible as they dug into the ground. And whats more, as he rose up, his tail slithered from the whole like a serpent from the ground, adding to his presence. But more important than his own monstrous form, was the fact that Sylar saw the girl practicing her power a few feet away.
Sylar's world was a gray, colorless place, full of oblong shapes, and blurry forms, but people were like stars in the night sky to his eyes. Their forms shined with hues of red and yellow, flowing about as they moved and acted. She was small, and slender, just like him, but her warmth was all that was visible in the area, forcing his attention to stay on her. Her image wasn't normal though, somehow, her heat was broken, a tiny second heat source floating near her. Like a bug hovering an animal, or a small satellite around a planet. Sylar hadn't seen it before, and couldn't determine what it was.
At the moment, his distraction prevented him from immediately retreating into the sewers. He said nothing, and kept low, crouched, but his head looked up, a bit of light revealing the face hidden beneath the hood, a sullen, starved looking boy with eyes laced in a black web.
