Sylar

To date, Elle has tried to kill him three times already.

The first time, he had still been a prisoner of the Company, leashed and led a few times a week for a walk around the proverbial park. He'd just gotten back from assignment, following obediently at Bennet's heels as they navigated the corridors, making a beeline for his cell on Level Five. All had seemed right in the world, except for maybe the fact that they'd come back empty-handed--mom wouldn't be happy--and then the doors behind them had exploded inwards.

Bennet spun, fingers fumbling for his gun, but him? He'd just turned casually as if this sort of thing happened every day. And really, it did. He'd been expecting this, for more than just the fact that he'd heard her heart hammering, murderous intent making her pulse sing in his ears for more than three blocks. She wanted revenge for what he'd done to her father; he couldn't say he blamed her.

Of course, anyone who knew him knew how well attempts at vengeance went with him, and this time was no different. The only thing that had stopped him from killing her--and maybe Bennet, too, as it would be so easy to get rid of the thorn in his side and claim friendly fire--had been Angela showing up with the Haitian.

( The second time, he'd reclaimed a little more of his freedom. )


Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1179

I could use this, after my brother told me today that he'd been reading my stuff and that my interpretation of Sylar sucked.