Night 48: M21-30 Hallway

[sdatislife]

Shinji was worried. He'd been waiting for a while - Kaworu still hadn't arrived. He didn't know why and as always his insecurities had begun to flare up. Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe he didn't really want to see Shinji. Maybe he'd simply been hallucinating the whole thing. Shinji glanced down the darkened hallway, flashlight dangling from his

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M27

[7_to_midnight]

Another night, another routine, another flashlight, radio, and quiet steps past a too-familiar roommate. Sylar's lip curled as he made his way over the door's threshold and into the hallway; dinner had at least been a little more quiet, a little less annoying than usual. Then again, today had been quiet in general: after his shower, Sylar had started feeling woozy and spent most of his waking hours either on one of the Sun Room couches or in his room. Even Spock's presence hadn't been enough to get him out of the haze, although the intercom announcement certainly was. Any chance to get the hell away from some logic-obsessed doppelganger? Yeah, he'd take it.

So Sylar scuttled into the hallway, gently pulling the door closed behind him and glancing up and down the area. Not many people. Good. He started his walk down the hall, rolling his shoulders back and bringing up his free hand to rub at his sides. His injuries were nearly gone, but that usually just meant he was about to be ambushed by some stupidly terrifying abomination.

He flicked his flashlight beam to the ceiling, frowned, and continued.

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