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Who: Sylar and an NPC.
What: Whoops.
When: Early morning. Like, 4 a.m. when most normal people are sleeping.
Rating: R for violence
Where: Behind the apartments
This...this wasn't planned. He'd planned on keeping a low profile for a while before he started exploring what people had to offer. Everything was going to plan after his interesting conversation with Clarice and Lulu and he was unpacking his things so that he could settle in. Practicing his telekinesis to put things away, he later ventured out to take trash to the dumpster.
And that was when he saw it.
A man lighting a cigarette with his fingers. Sylar hadn't heard the click of a lighter or the sound of a match, and that familiar feeling - that hunger had made itself known in an instant and once it did, the other man never had a chance. Throwing his box away, Sylar walked to the man. "Excuse me. Do you have a cigarette I could bum?" he asked with a smile.
"Yeah, sure, here."
"I don't have a light...would you mind?"
There was hesitation before the man did exactly what Sylar wanted to see. Used his hand to create fire and light the cigarette. Once it was lit, Sylar stared at it for a moment before a slow grin spread on his face. "That's fascinating." Before the man could say anything in response, he was flying into a brick fence and being held there.
"I think I'd like to see how that works," Sylar said with a grin before pointing his finger and slicing the top of the man's head off in one clean sweep; done quickly to cut off the screaming. Hunching over the body, he stared down into the brain, pushing things aside until he finally found what he was looking for. After a few moments he held out his hand and concentrated until an orange flame lit up the space around him. Smiling, he extinguished the flame and stood, looking around.
It was then that he realized he couldn't leave the body here. He'd just moved in; it would be too suspicious. Peering into the dumpster, he found a black 30 gallon trash bag and dumped garbage out of it before sliding the dead man into it. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder, her made his way slowly as far away from the apartments as he could. He stuck to the shadows, but in the dead of night he saw no one.
Finally, when he thought he was far enough away, he dumped the man out of the bag (behind the amphitheater), then burned the plastic with his new power. He could have easily burned the man too, but burning flesh smelled terrible. Looking down at the man with the top of his head gone, Sylar felt like he should say something.
"Thank you," he said before turning and making his way back to his apartment.
What: Whoops.
When: Early morning. Like, 4 a.m. when most normal people are sleeping.
Rating: R for violence
Where: Behind the apartments
This...this wasn't planned. He'd planned on keeping a low profile for a while before he started exploring what people had to offer. Everything was going to plan after his interesting conversation with Clarice and Lulu and he was unpacking his things so that he could settle in. Practicing his telekinesis to put things away, he later ventured out to take trash to the dumpster.
And that was when he saw it.
A man lighting a cigarette with his fingers. Sylar hadn't heard the click of a lighter or the sound of a match, and that familiar feeling - that hunger had made itself known in an instant and once it did, the other man never had a chance. Throwing his box away, Sylar walked to the man. "Excuse me. Do you have a cigarette I could bum?" he asked with a smile.
"Yeah, sure, here."
"I don't have a light...would you mind?"
There was hesitation before the man did exactly what Sylar wanted to see. Used his hand to create fire and light the cigarette. Once it was lit, Sylar stared at it for a moment before a slow grin spread on his face. "That's fascinating." Before the man could say anything in response, he was flying into a brick fence and being held there.
"I think I'd like to see how that works," Sylar said with a grin before pointing his finger and slicing the top of the man's head off in one clean sweep; done quickly to cut off the screaming. Hunching over the body, he stared down into the brain, pushing things aside until he finally found what he was looking for. After a few moments he held out his hand and concentrated until an orange flame lit up the space around him. Smiling, he extinguished the flame and stood, looking around.
It was then that he realized he couldn't leave the body here. He'd just moved in; it would be too suspicious. Peering into the dumpster, he found a black 30 gallon trash bag and dumped garbage out of it before sliding the dead man into it. Hoisting the bag over his shoulder, her made his way slowly as far away from the apartments as he could. He stuck to the shadows, but in the dead of night he saw no one.
Finally, when he thought he was far enough away, he dumped the man out of the bag (behind the amphitheater), then burned the plastic with his new power. He could have easily burned the man too, but burning flesh smelled terrible. Looking down at the man with the top of his head gone, Sylar felt like he should say something.
"Thank you," he said before turning and making his way back to his apartment.