Sylar brought up his hand again, pressing down on the Indian's chest and stomach with enough force that he was just short of breaking ribs. He didn't want Mohinder to be able to catch his breath. Maybe then he'd know a fraction of what he felt, the terror at his inability to pin down anything half the time, unseen forces holding him just under the surface of Nathan. Or maybe Suresh wouldn't learn anything at all -- he wasn't all that bright, apparently, if he thought it was a good idea to use him like he had -- but either way, it felt good to make him suffer.
And that in mind, he bit out, "You sonovabitch."
There was no real anger in is tone, however, nor in what could be seen of his face as he crossed the garden to look down at Mohinder. If anything, he looked positively calm and that, perhaps, was the truly terrifying thing. He'd looked just the same way before he'd pinned Mohinder to the ceiling, back when they'd faced off in the other man's apartment all that time ago.
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Date: 2009-10-19 05:37 pm (UTC)And that in mind, he bit out, "You sonovabitch."
There was no real anger in is tone, however, nor in what could be seen of his face as he crossed the garden to look down at Mohinder. If anything, he looked positively calm and that, perhaps, was the truly terrifying thing. He'd looked just the same way before he'd pinned Mohinder to the ceiling, back when they'd faced off in the other man's apartment all that time ago.
(ooc: LOL Oops!)