[Closed RP: Sylar and Peter] Five Days Later

[likeabadpenny]

((OOC: Any and all details about Sylar have been cleared with the mun first!))

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[mmm_brainz]

Yes, there it was... The radiation sucking back into his fingers, almost as if someone had just flicked off a light switch. As if Sylar had flicked off a light switch. "Looks like I did fix it," he murmured in response, the IV pole still raised behind Peter, unwavering, as Sylar cocked his head at the other man. "Lucky us, that I kept you from blowing up the entire school." His voice was pure poison as he narrowed his eyes onto Peter, everything just spitting hate.

"And they say I'm the villain," Sylar seethed, advancing onto Peter a few steps and looming over him with a kind of ominous homage to death, his fingers flexing at his sides. "But who's the hero now, Pete? The one who just almost took out a couple hundred people in one go?" He crouched in front of Peter, dancing smile tugging up the corners of his mouth. Anybody else, it might have seemed friendly, but on Sylar... it was just like a promise of impending doom.

Finger to his lips in contemplation, Sylar just shook his head, standing again and taking a step back. "Maybe I should just fix it for good," he finally decided, nodding once, and the IV pole came back a last time, like a javelin, goring straight through the back of Peter's head.

[likeabadpenny]

If it was one question in the world that Peter really wanted answered, it was why Sylar insisted on some kind of strange, semi-meaningful words of wisdom right before something happened. Unfortunately, it just seemed to make him that much creepier, that more more unhinged, and Peter couldn't stop himself from backing up a little.

At least this time he was actually paying attention. The last words Sylar spoke - fixing it for good - set off an eternal alarm, and Peter squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them, Sylar was still, the tip of the IV pole was lightly pressed against the back of Peter's head, its momentum frozen.

But he didn't move. It was an odd sensation, stopping time. The feeling of seconds ticking by was something a person never noticed until it wasn't happening anymore. Peter took a breath, and closed his eyes. If he moved, the fight would continue, and he wasn't deluding himself that he'd actually win this one, no matter how long he strung it out. He could move, and run, but Peter never could back down from a challenge.

The people here couldn't die; they were safe. They didn't need him right now.

Peter shifted his head slightly, angling so that pole would directly through the back of his brain, where it needed to go. He wasn't suicidal, he just wanted a break for a few days. And this was just one way to get it. One corner of his lips turning up in a satisfied smile, Peter let time resume ticking.

[mmm_brainz]

Sylar watched Peter's body slump, IV pole protruding a good two, three feet from his forehead, hands still twitching a bit at his sides, in anticipation. There was that weird kind of rush that came with something like this, randomly. He eyed the few tendrils of blood oozing up from the gouge in his forehead, beading up around the metal pole and sliding down his pale skin... There was almost a chill that ran down his spine, pleased.

Not that it could last. Hogwarts had the no-kill spell still in hold around it, Peter had... Claire's damn power. Sylar wouldn't be surprised if he was awake again by the end of the week. He lingered for a few long seconds nonetheless, studying the picture in front of him with a strange sort of look in his eyes, and as he started for the door... he just couldn't help having a sick, pleased sort of satisfaction in having watched the light finally slip away from Peter's eyes.