For humanmapquest: Don't fret, Precious...

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It was so very easy, once they were actually out of the FBI building.

Once they reached open streets, the black-clad man was no longer bound by the restraints of narrow corridors and seeming dead-ends.  Once they were up and out he could sail across busy streets from roof to roof, no chance of agents catching them on foot, no hope they'd be quick

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A monster that loomed over her without a hint of kindness; dark eyes that showed nothing but menace and hate. The minuet her white sneakers met the hotel room’s stained carpet she tripped over her untied shoelaces, but that didn’t stop her from crawling her way toward the furthest wall-away from him. Her back against the wall and arms hugged her knees to her chest tightly; Molly hid her head in her blue jean covered knees, trying very hard not to sob too loudly. Tears came down her round, pale countenance as sweat matted her light brown locks to her face.

She couldn’t sob too loudly. Her Mommy pushed her into her hidden room and told her to stay quiet, or else she’d be in big trouble. She didn’t want to be in trouble. Perhaps that’s why the man-this Boogeyman came and ate her Daddy’s brains, because he cried too loudly when he was supposed to be quiet, like she was? And maybe-just maybe!-that’s why her Mommy was hurt, too

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He glared down at her for a silent moment, shins and torso bruised from her struggling, a single bullet buried shallow in his skin. Reaction time. It was something he had to work on, when it came to fire-arms

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As soon as he went to the bathroom Molly scrambled onto her feet and crawled on the newly made up bed, grabbing one of the white pillows and hugging it to her as if it were a teddy bear. She had plenty of teddy bears back home. A sea of them, in fact, as well a sea of Barbies that littered her room with the daily request of Molly, please pick up after yourself from her Mommy

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He taped down the bandage and shut off the water, walking back out to the other room as he stripped the dark shirt off over his head. He tossed the bloody shirt into the waste basket and pulled a fresh shirt out of his backpack, black again, a long-sleeved tee, before turning to look at her.

"Don't bother trying the front door," he warned, voice quiet but still filling the room with its cold sound. It was a voice that shouldn't have been cold, would have been much better warm and vibrant, but he didn't have that option, not any more, not ever, really. "Or screaming. I'm not the only one who doesn't want cops around. No one's calling 9-1-1 here."

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Sylar nearly snorted water into his nose, splsashing his face when she'd asked that question, and called him that word right out of the blue! He grabbed a rough towel and mopped his face, catching the sight of her reflection through the door.

"'Boogeyman'?" He turned around and looked at her, a cautious expression on his face. It certainly was a monsterous thing to do, killing a child's parents practically in front of her and spiriting her away... In effect he'd murdered Santa Claus, but should he tell her that...?

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“Mister Boogeyman?” Molly amended, taking another second popping her thumb out of her mouth, before popping it right back in. If circumstances were different, she’d merely shrug, and stand by his side asking question after question, much like she did with her Daddy when he shaved. Once, when she was little, he plucked her from the floor and sat her on the counter, covering her tiny face with shaving cream. Molly was too young to remember, but she saw pictures.

Sure, this man that snatched this baby bird from her nest before she was ready to fly was a man, but to Molly he was so much more. If Santa didn’t visit her this year it probably wasn’t because he forgot about her; it probably was because he was too scared to come near the Boogeyman. That thought resolved any worry she had previously, which allowed her spirits to settle just a tiny bit. Relaxing at that thought, Molly laid back down, but this time on her back, as her blue eyes continued to stare at the bathroom.

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"...my name is Sylar," he explained, rather than denying what she called him flat out."And I don't know anything about Santa Claus," he lied. Let her believe what she wanted. With all the unbelievable things going on around them, she'd probably just think he was trying to be cruel if he told her the truth about Santa.

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No, he was a Boogeyman, and the Boogeyman didn’t have a name, duh! And if he did, that wouldn’t make him the Boogeyman anymore, and Molly really couldn’t grasp at this man being anything other than other worldly. Not being anything than the scary monsters on movies she wasn’t allowed to see until she was older.

When she pulled her thumb out of her mouth with a pop and opened her mouth to ask something, she quickly shut her mouth, deciding it was best for the both of them for her to be quiet about the subject. And when he said he knew nothing about Santa, well, something tangible for her to hold onto, proof that there was still innocence inside her heart despite what she had just witnessed, made her grin softly to herself-before quickly frowning again, because the Boogeyman didn’t like to see little girls smile

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Yeah... This was part of the kind of things he hadn't really thought through when he snatched her. She was going to need things, little girl things, which he really knew very little about.

He scowled a bit deeper as he tried to figure out a solution. Taking her shopping was out of the question, and going shopping without her was just as much so. "You'll just have to wear what you have, tonight." Until he could figure out how to maintain her hygeine. He'd never even really had a pet to look after before.

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“Okay,” she replied simply enough, her voice still very much tiny and meek. And then another question came up, because it was so very nice to think about other things than what was going on right then, “Where will I sleep, Boo-Sylar?” She corrected herself, fumbling on his name

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He raised an eyebrow at her questions, watching her right back in the mirror still as she tidily set aside her shoes. "Eat your...?" He shook his head and pulled his tooth brush and paste out, squeezing some of the minty substance out. "If I say 'yes', will that keep you from screaming?"

Might as well go with it for now. If he had any leverage to make her behave it would be her fear. If he let on how uncertain or panicky he himself was he was sure she'd work out a way to split in a second.

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At his confirmation her eyes welled with tears and her thumb went back into her mouth with a pop. Nodding her head in confirmation, she swallowed a lump in her throat. She scooted far, far away from him as possible, even if her eyes never strayed from the bathroom, even as she lay down on her side legs tucked under her chest in a fetal position.

Her eyes never left that bathroom. He never said she couldn’t cry, right?

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He rinsed out his mouth and packed his toothbrush, evrything going right back into the backpack. If he was discovered here, he needed to be able grab everything and just run. As such his own shoes would live near wherever he slept. When he was groomed, he came back out and looked down at the quivering girl.

"Look. This is how it works: you can do something special. You have an ability I need, and there are two ways I can do that. Either you stay with me and do as I say, or I take it from you, and you 'go to Heaven'." The air-quotes were in his tone. He didn't have much faith in Heaven left. "Understand?"

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“I find things.” Molly clarified with wide, over-bright eyes, looking up at him as she nodded her head. She knew what she could do. She always knew what she could do-what her Daddy could do. Her very first memory was using her ability; even then, at the age of three, she really hadn’t a clue on how it happened just that it did.

She nodded again when he asked if she understood. She understood perfectly. She didn’t even blink.