Nearing the building located on the corner of two streets, names he couldn’t be bothered to remember at the moment, the snow rapidly changed color from pure white, to distressed red, no shades in between. Then jaggered imprints back to the open door of the building, and Adam had realized that no, this was not just the world worst attempt at making a snow angel. The angel had already fallen. Several times, from the looks of it.
Dust had settled on the stairs, disturbed by a trail of footprints leading from the ground to the highest floor, some trails with, while others without, the addition of blood droplets. The vagabond trail led from the top floor to a stairwell labeled ‘Roof Access: Personnel only,’ and from there, a few more stairs into the very highest point of the building. Rusted mechanics of metal that had held the roof access door to it’s frame was already left open, the pieces still whole were frail enough keep it from being shut unless forced to.
Sylar had probably heard him coming ages ago, the other’s enhanced hearing could probably hear his steps that remained silent to even Adam himself. A few steps closer, crunching tentatively through the snow, as if the slightly loud sound would send the other off the structure once again, Adam finally gained the voice to speak softly.
“I’ve been looking for you.” In all truth, he probably wouldn’t have found him, had he not have had help from Molly. Her attitude was less than happy, but considering her adoptive father had died less than a week ago, that was understandable. Days previous to finally finding him were spent day and night searches through barns, and houses, even considering checking New York again, if Sylar had some how found a way to make it back there.
Still a distance away, but approaching, slowly and hushed, “What are you doing up here?” Why he had bothered to ask, he didn’t know. It was quite clear already what Sylar had been up to, and regretted asking to begin with. Sylar had lost a loved one for the very first time, and now was it clear that to him he could not take his own life as well. He never pointed it out before hand, before he had allowed Sylar to copy his ability, for the selfish reason that he wanted Sylar’s company. Even through the years of witnessing Mohinder aging, the other had seemed not to notice. It was that constant happiness from Sylar in Mohinder’s presence that had brought a smile to Adam’s own face, during times when he really normally couldn’t have. The immortal knew this was coming, from start to finish. He’d experienced it first hand, after all.
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Dust had settled on the stairs, disturbed by a trail of footprints leading from the ground to the highest floor, some trails with, while others without, the addition of blood droplets. The vagabond trail led from the top floor to a stairwell labeled ‘Roof Access: Personnel only,’ and from there, a few more stairs into the very highest point of the building. Rusted mechanics of metal that had held the roof access door to it’s frame was already left open, the pieces still whole were frail enough keep it from being shut unless forced to.
Sylar had probably heard him coming ages ago, the other’s enhanced hearing could probably hear his steps that remained silent to even Adam himself. A few steps closer, crunching tentatively through the snow, as if the slightly loud sound would send the other off the structure once again, Adam finally gained the voice to speak softly.
“I’ve been looking for you.” In all truth, he probably wouldn’t have found him, had he not have had help from Molly. Her attitude was less than happy, but considering her adoptive father had died less than a week ago, that was understandable. Days previous to finally finding him were spent day and night searches through barns, and houses, even considering checking New York again, if Sylar had some how found a way to make it back there.
Still a distance away, but approaching, slowly and hushed, “What are you doing up here?” Why he had bothered to ask, he didn’t know. It was quite clear already what Sylar had been up to, and regretted asking to begin with. Sylar had lost a loved one for the very first time, and now was it clear that to him he could not take his own life as well. He never pointed it out before hand, before he had allowed Sylar to copy his ability, for the selfish reason that he wanted Sylar’s company. Even through the years of witnessing Mohinder aging, the other had seemed not to notice. It was that constant happiness from Sylar in Mohinder’s presence that had brought a smile to Adam’s own face, during times when he really normally couldn’t have. The immortal knew this was coming, from start to finish. He’d experienced it first hand, after all.