[b] Enrique-Haywood [/b]

Enrique tried to grasp the situation, he kept thinking it over. He tried to understand this, that his best friend and savior was a list and that he had mislead him all this time. Enrique thought about all the evil things he had done in the name of peace, he thought back to Samantha, the scouts he had just slaughtered, the hell he had wrought on Thomas's... Tyler's behalf. He fell to his hands and felt blood being lost, he tried to recuperate and couldn't cope. He slammed his fists on the ground and felt a tear leave his eye out of frustration, he felt like throwing up.

"It can't be," Enrique said lightly just enough for some to hear, "I can't believe this shit, fuck! How fucking could that bastard!? I killed for that son of a bitch! I am going to kill him, I am going to gut that evil fuck and let the corpses feast on him." 

Enrique tossed his axe forward towards Sylar, he slowly stood his pistol still on the ground. With his leg injury he leaned against a nearby car for support, he pushed himself up and lifted his wounded leg. 

"If you grant me my life," Enrique said grunting, "I promise I won't stop fighting till Thom... Tyler is dead. I don't even know how to put into words my anger at this point. Let me help kill that fuck."