1.86.2.J. Deeply disturbed
There is an inherent implication in the term ‘intuitive aptitude’. It carries a meaning beyond the superficial understanding it presents.
It’s an understanding in and of itself. A deep seated, intuitive like breathing knowledge of how things work.
But there were things that no one ever explained about that. Things that even Sylar, with his powers and his understanding and his aptitude had not comprehended until the pieces were laid out and finally revealed. There were shards and fragments that had not mattered until it counted and once it counted, it was far too late.
The acquisition of new powers is not a natural thing for most people. Their minds simply aren’t shaped to deal with the sudden wrench and shift that new abilities spark. Even those who manifest as adults often find themselves struggling under the psychological changes that such a manifestation brings.
Gabriel had never faced that. Gabriel, poor, broken Gabriel had had nothing left to shatter. And Sylar existed for those abilities, for the powerful changes that each one wracked through his body, the emotional detachment sweeter for the sense of accomplishment.
Sylar had not predicted what it would do to a man who had no power and had never been prepared for one. Intuitive aptitude simply hadn’t been able to see how the pieces would fall together.
He hadn’t thought there would be pieces to fall. It was just a shot in the neck, a surgery he’d never feel or remember and he would wake up with a power and finally, maybe, understand what it was he was researching. Be able to sink his fingers into it and comprehend.
Lightning scorched across the walls and ceiling, the once sweet laughter tinged with whatever else Sylar had triggered when he reached into that brain and tweaked it to accept the stolen power.
The man behind the desk faced the storm calmly, entirely too calm in Sylar’s opinion.
He might have been used to lightning storms, but what it meant should have provoked something.
“Hello, Bob.”
“Doctor Suresh... Am I to assume you were what happened to Elle?”
“No, Bob,” Sylar stepped from around the corner, up to stand behind Mohinder, hands resting on his shoulders. “I’m what happened to Elle. He’s what’s going to happen to you.”
Sparks crackled between them as Bob looked from one to the other, from one coldly amused pair of dark eyes to the completely unhinged ones.
Word Count: 410
It’s an understanding in and of itself. A deep seated, intuitive like breathing knowledge of how things work.
But there were things that no one ever explained about that. Things that even Sylar, with his powers and his understanding and his aptitude had not comprehended until the pieces were laid out and finally revealed. There were shards and fragments that had not mattered until it counted and once it counted, it was far too late.
The acquisition of new powers is not a natural thing for most people. Their minds simply aren’t shaped to deal with the sudden wrench and shift that new abilities spark. Even those who manifest as adults often find themselves struggling under the psychological changes that such a manifestation brings.
Gabriel had never faced that. Gabriel, poor, broken Gabriel had had nothing left to shatter. And Sylar existed for those abilities, for the powerful changes that each one wracked through his body, the emotional detachment sweeter for the sense of accomplishment.
Sylar had not predicted what it would do to a man who had no power and had never been prepared for one. Intuitive aptitude simply hadn’t been able to see how the pieces would fall together.
He hadn’t thought there would be pieces to fall. It was just a shot in the neck, a surgery he’d never feel or remember and he would wake up with a power and finally, maybe, understand what it was he was researching. Be able to sink his fingers into it and comprehend.
Lightning scorched across the walls and ceiling, the once sweet laughter tinged with whatever else Sylar had triggered when he reached into that brain and tweaked it to accept the stolen power.
The man behind the desk faced the storm calmly, entirely too calm in Sylar’s opinion.
He might have been used to lightning storms, but what it meant should have provoked something.
“Hello, Bob.”
“Doctor Suresh... Am I to assume you were what happened to Elle?”
“No, Bob,” Sylar stepped from around the corner, up to stand behind Mohinder, hands resting on his shoulders. “I’m what happened to Elle. He’s what’s going to happen to you.”
Sparks crackled between them as Bob looked from one to the other, from one coldly amused pair of dark eyes to the completely unhinged ones.
Word Count: 410