Surprise!

[inhumandog]

Who: Iago and Sylar- eventually the Marquis and Tim
Where: Fifth floor corridor. Sylar’s room.
When: Early, early morning
Warnings: Violence and character death

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[gray_atonement]

Sylar had always been an early riser. It was probably a result of his watchmaking business so many years ago, seeming like decades lost to his new condition. Whatever the cause, he was often awake by six or seven, then would venture to the kitchens for his breakfast shift at the appropriate time. Cooking was the only thing to give him consistent pleasure on the Barge and, if not for that, he might have become increasingly more violent through the recent months. Instead, he had found something to calm his nerves

[inhumandog]

Iago, always an opportunity, took that moment of hesitation to tighten his hold on the book and used his strength to hit him as hard as he could across the face, almost closing his eyes at the satisfied sound it made when book hit its target.

It was a liberating sound, which filled Iago with a great warmth, a rush of power that went straight to his fingertips. A smirk played at the corners of his lips and he glanced down to his hand that was now dripping blood. Whatever healing had happened in the time it was wrapped was gone. Ah well, it was a small sacrifice to make. He pulled the glass from the pages and tossed the book away, annoyed.

Now to focus on the real task at hand.

[gray_atonement]

Sylar recognized that dark look for what it was a moment too late. It was rare that he had been on the receiving end of that look of pure confidence, of blood lust. Usually the people that came after him had been afraid or completely even in their expressions, like Noah Bennet. Never had he been looked at with the same darkness that he inevitably wore before killing the others.

The former watchmaker didn't feel the hit, didn't recognize the action for what it was. All he knew was that his hearing disappeared and that, as he collapsed and began slipping into darkness, he could almost see horn-rimmed glasses on the man above him. Even once his eyes fell closed, the scent of blood was the memory that endured from that moment before Sylar slipped into complete unconsciousness.

[inhumandog]

Iago pulled Sylar into his room and knew he had only a few moments before Tim would be alerted to what happened. Items were tricky like that. The soldier whistled to himself, shutting the door to deter any wandering eyes. The tune he whistled was upbeat, happy, something he sang as a soldier when he was working. And now, though he had all of his memories, he was younger, twenty eight again, and felt absolutely in control.

He knelt down, the glass shard in his hand again, opening fresh wounds. The sharp edge rested against Sylar's neck.

"How poor are they that have not patience. What wound did ever heal but by degrees?" He paused, setting his jaw as he made a quick movement, slitting the man's throat and moving away.

"You should have known not to betray me."

[gray_atonement]

Sylar was lost into nothing at all, an almost dreamlike state but void of any noticeable sight, smell, or sound. He could still taste the iron.

The body convulsed as the natural actions of the heart continued, trying desperately to force blood to the brain despite the severing of both carotid arteries. It would take no time at all for Sylar's brain functions to cease, then for his heart to grow weary and the rhythm of the blood pouring from the wound to slow. The gooey, red substance oozed from his neck to the floor, growing in a puddle there.

Iago's sentiment fell on deaf ears. The only sound to respond to his declaration was the quiet ticking of multiple clocks and watches, all in perfect unison. The trademark of a watchmaker.

[inhumandog]

Iago nodded once to Sylar once he was sure death had come and stood up, taking his book and leaving the glass shard. Tucking the former under his arm and kicking the latter out of his way, he resumed his whistling, opening the door and heading out, careful to not get blood on the pages. The place was eerily quiet and, while Iago was not one to take trophies, though he did pocket a watch, just in case it came in handy later. Leaving the door open, oh so courteously for Tim, the soldier slowly made his way out.

He inspected his hand as he walked, frowning at the sight of it. Hm. He might need to have stitches.

[peektuttut]

Tim hadn't slept a full night in years. He was used to being awake in the early hours of the morning, but here there was very little to keep his attention at those hours. It wasn't long after he let himself sleep that his Item demanded attention. It work him up, and it was met with bleary confusion: once he understood what had happened, though, he was awake and dressed and running out the door.

He didn't stop until he reached Sylar's room, passing very few others on the way; their faces were blurred, but locked in the back of his thoughts, just as he'd been trained to do. Skidding to a front in front of Sylar's door - his open door - Tim spotted his inmate immediately.

He didn't need to feel for a pulse. He knew what it meant, when that much blood was outside the body. He knew what it meant once the scent hit him. That much blood smells. But he dropped next to Sylar anyway, reaching for a pulse and using his shirt to stop the blood that still pumped out of his neck. "Damn it," he swore to himself.

[impure_tale]

The Marquis' item was not capable of telling him as much as it used to, but it had the good manners to at least inform him that Iago had, in fact, returned to the Barge. Rather than chase him all over the Barge, he placed Renate on a leash and went first to his room, unlocking it to be certain he was not there (of course he wasn't), then chose to wait inside. He settled down at the desk there, turning the chair to face the door, and Renate lay her head on his knee while he stroked behind her ears patiently.

[inhumandog]

Iago was still whistling when he returned to his room, now inspecting his bleeding hand. Using the other to open the door, careful not to drop his book, he stepped inside and then instantly froze. The melody halted as well and he looked somewhat surprised, seeing the dog there.

The book came from underneath his arm to a nearby table and he began to unwrap his hand. The rag was bloodsoaked, and there was blood splattered on his shirt and all over his sleeves. He didn't seem too concerned with it, though, giving the Marquis a playful smirk.

[impure_tale]

His reaction was simple. His expression did not even shift. "What have you done?"

[inhumandog]

The soldier just laughed and glanced to the bathroom, where his mirror was shattered to pieces.