Sylar

You don't know how they do it, but they always seem to know when you and Suresh have been fighting. It doesn't make sense, you think, because you didn't leave a mark on him (not this time), but they know. They know and they all edge away, moving to further corners of the loft or shifting in their seats uncomfortably, like they can see the killer in you, just below the surface. And while normally, you can deal with it because this is who you are and you still don't like them much, you can't today.

Instead, you just plow down the aisle they've created with their bodies as if they were making modern art, heading for the balcony. Ted tries to stop you. He's the only one who understands what you are and doesn't care (your only friend), and usually it's a good thing, but not today. Today, you just swat his hand away, viciously, when he tries to put it on your shoulder to stop you. He huffs at you, mumbles something under his breath that you can hear but not make out for the grumble in it, and stalks away to make angry faces at Parkman.

Guilt races through you, its icy fingers on your spine and hot breath on your face, but you ignore it. You're tired of trying to please people. You just want to let the rage flow, for once. Strong and warm and perfect, like it used to be. Like you used to be, before Suresh. And so you don't even bother with an apologetic look as you storm out to the roof, and no one tries to stop you again.

( It feels good, you think. )


Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: Second Chance
Word Count: 1118