Unknown POV 27 years earlier: I woke to the sound of glass shattering, stirring me from my sleep. My eyes opened to be face to face with the love of my life, Ridley. He was still sound asleep though. I could hear footsteps near by, raising my attention and making my heart pound in my chest. My baby! I reached out for Ridley and shook him awake. I could hear Trystan- my baby boy break out into a cry. I could barely make out a dark shadow looming over his crib and picking him up. My little one year old Trystan was being stolen from his crib! My heart panicked, I was panicking. Ridley groaned softly as his voice crackled through the cold night air, "What's wrong, Pamela?" "Ridley, there's a man stealing our boy!" I shrieked, climbing for the edge of the bed. As soon as my voice hit the air around us the kidnapper disappe

Lyle's POV: "And this one is my favorite! It's pretty and silver," he purred, showing me a rose then looked towards me with a small smile. "Which one is your favorite? We can plant more of them later if you want, your favorite that is. Mommy won't mind." He giggled then grabbed my hand, rubbing his cheek against it with a purr. I watched him and giggled. "I like those too," I told him. "I like them because you like them." He looked up at me sweetly then. "Really?" He asked excitedly and then pulled me closer. "You're the best brother ever~" He giggled and then kissed my cheek softly before he started to tickle my sides. I giggled and pushed his hands away then took off running from him. No! He's a tickle monster!

Continuation of Lyle's POV: Everest leaned against me and purred as we sat at the bar, drinking sodas together as the party still raged around us. He looked towards me happily and then at everything else with excitement. "This is the best time I've had in a long time~" I looked around, starting to realize I haven't thought about check the time. "What's the time?" I asked. He frowned and looked towards his phone. "Late.... I think it's been about five hours...." "Five hours!? I said two! We're going home," I told him sternly. He whined and leaned against me more. "But Lyyyyle," he whined to me and then pulled me close. "Please?"

Continuation of Lyle's POV: Silas weakly got up, a blank look in his eyes as he slowly shuffled towards the desk and then opened the drawer inside, pulling out our father's will then sat it down on the desk. "Lyle," he mumbled, waving me over to read it over with him. "Let's... let's get this over," he whispered, looking broken inside. I looked towards him and shook my head. I looked towards him and slowly got to my feet, starting for the door. There's no way I'll be in the same room as him while he reads it. "Lyle," he whimpered out, looking towards me. "Please, Lyle.... We need to do this. Dad told us to," he said and started to cry. "I can't do this without you. Please, you're my brother Lyle." I sniffled and walked back, sitting down in front of the desk and hid in the comfort of my cloak. He looked towards me and then wiped at his tears as he quickly start

Ten years later... (Picking back up from what happened in Chapter Sixty One.) Lyle's POV: I fluttered my eyes open as my head pounded. There was a sharp pain in the back of my head. What happened? Did I lose consciousness? I was leaned up against a wall, my legs about to give out from under me, straining to keep me up.  I felt a little panicked as I looked around the room, finding a pile of ashes on the ground. Milo! Where's Milo? I caught my brother Sylar running into the room with a gun in his hands and ran up to me. His breathing was heavy. "Lyle! Are you okay?" "Where's Milo?" I asked quickly. His eyes flicked before mine could. I looked around, spotting a hole in the wall leading to the outside. Milo! I caught my balance quickly and starte