Challenge the Second: In Which West is Committed

After breathing a sigh of relief that I would be able to spend another week at the mothership known as the Sylar’s Bachelor mansion, I threw myself into the next task. I flew down to Los Angeles, Rodeo Drive to be exact, to scope out a hottie celeb and win the challenge. I swear that place has the highest concentration of robots on planet Earth.

I had been there only a few minutes before a cop car pulled up beside me, and everyone knows that police are the biggest robots of them all. At first I thought he was gonna hassle me because apparently I’m too poor to loiter around Rodeo Drive or whatever, but then my dad jumped out of the car.

“West!” he said. “You’ve really done it this time! What were you thinking, leaving home to be on a reality show?”

And I’m like, “Dad, you can’t boss me around! I’m a much more intelligent lifeform!”

“Yeah, you’re a real intelligent lifeform, kiddo, hanging around with sleazy politicians and illegal aliens.”

I paused for a moment. “Wait, you’re talking about real life aliens? Like, not metaphorical ones? Where?”

The police officer put his hand on my shoulder to interrupt me. “Calm down, son,” he said. “Your dad just wants to do what’s best.”

So the cop shoved me in the back of the police car and we drove to the psych ward at the UCLA Medical Center, where I was committed against my will. I began to lose hope that I would ever return to the mansion to compete for Sylar’s heart, and in the depths of my despair I could only answer the psychiatrist’s questions mechanically. Oh no!

But then I saw her, and my heart was lifted. I could complete the challenge after all. Yes, I never would have imagined it, but Britney Spears would be my savior! Didn’t she just get out of here? I thought as I approached her, already formulating a daring plan to get us out.
“You know,” I said, “I used to think you were so robotic, and that you wanted to program all the girls who bought your CDs into little Britney-bots, but I know better now. You may have a mechanical shell outside, but inside, in your heart, there lies a vulnerable alien yearning for sunlight. You are a Dalek, Britney Spears, and I want to unleash you on the Earth once again.”

She giggled as I kissed her cheek. “K-Fed never acted that sweet,” she cooed.

I busted open the windows, scooped Britney into my arms, and flew down to the Santa Monica Pier. We spent the day at Pacific Park, where we ate cotton candy, played arcade games, and snapped some pictures in a photo booth. We also rode rollercoasters, which I love because it’s almost like flying.
As the day came to an end, I held Britney’s hand on the beach and said my goodbyes. “You really saved the day for me, Britney,” I said. “Stay strong, and embrace the alien within. I must leave you now; I have a reality show to win.”

And so I left Britney Spears to her fate as I flew off into the sunset, to return to mansion and resume my quest for Sylar’s heart.