Sylar

The weathermen, Sylar knew, were expecting snow to come of the dark clouds that had been steadily sweeping in over the course of the last few days. Not surprising, he thought, considering New York had seen flurries, a week ago, and it was getting to be just about time for the first real snowfall of the season. But then again, it also wasn't surprising that they were dead wrong. Meteorologists had a knack for inaccurate predictions, he'd learned, and they didn't understand the whims of mother nature like he did.

He could feel the static building in the air, raising the hairs on the back of his neck, a herald to the war chorus of impending lightning. He could hear thunder growling in the clouds, so low and distant that he was sure no one but him would ever be able to make it out. Oh, the weathermen were right, a storm was coming, but it would be rain that fell from the sky, not snow. And he damn well intended to be inside, when it started.

( Judging Suresh's apartment too far away to even be remotely reachable before the rain hit, he ducked down an alley. )


Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: Second Chance
Word Count: 1376