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[heroslayer]

He'd let her sleep until somewhere nearing nine o'clock the next morning, occupying his own time spent awake thumbing through a book, sure that it was the safest of all of his options. She'd gotten up, surprisingly without complaint, taken a few minutes to get her bearings, then slipped out the door to bring back the breakfast she'd promised him the night before. He wasn't sure why she hadn't asked what he'd wanted, whether she figured they liked the same things or if she'd simply forgotten, but it had amused him just the same.

Returning to the couch, a hint of a smile on his face, he'd pulled his book back into his lap and waited for her to return. And some twenty minutes later she had, carrying two take-out plates full of surprisingly decent pancakes and a half gallon of ice cream -- for the pancakes, of course. They'd moved into the kitchen and she'd pestered him into telling the rest of his life story as they ate.

Now out of words, or at least things he could talk about without having to edit immensely, the sat in silence as they finished up their breakfast. After a moment, though, he couldn't help but suggest, "Your turn."

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[headofapin.livejournal.com]

"So soon?" Crystal looked concerned as she moved to join them again, the statue clutched in her hand as she sat on the edge of her seat. "Is there...do you know if anyone else can do that?"

"Oh, oh no, ma'am it's nothing to worry about. We just...don't want to exhaust you," she said quickly and sipped her coffee. "It must be draining, that. And...yes. Noah. And now?"

[heroslayer]

"Now the fun part," he answered calmly. He leaned forward, setting his coffee cup down and got to his feet slowly but smoothly. And with a sharp sweep of his hand, he'll flung her over the back of the couch and into the wall behind it, pinning her there.

She stared at him, horrified and at a loss for words.

[howmanyangels.livejournal.com]

Gabriella flinched slightly at the sight, and then adverted her gaze to the cat that had hopped into her lap as she took another sip of her coffee. This was the way things were meant to be, and there was no point in trying to stop it now.

She did however cringe at the woman's cries for help from her, but she didn't look at her a single time.

[heroslayer]

Sylar ignored both the faces Gabriella was making and the woman's cries, the latter of which tapered off after a few seconds of his power sawing through her skull, anyway. He took a deep breath as he finished, letting it out a shuddering sigh, and released his hold on her, an idle glance chanced at the bright red smear she left on the cheap wallpaper before he knelt down next to her.

"Ten bucks says she loses her security deposit for that," he muttered gleefully as he peeled back the top of her skull. If Gabriella said anything in response, however, he missed it, fingers already on the woman's brain, searching for his prize.