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[ex_regenera246]

Who: Claire, Sylar
When: this evening
Where: their bedroom
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Extreme emo, lots of blood.
Summary: Claire begs Sylar to come home, so he does. They're both currently bleeding from various places thanks to the god curse.

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It wasn't a true homecoming. Sylar had been by the house a couple of times-- first he waited until Claire was gone, to get the dagger and the cleaver out of the closet, the tools he would need to execute his vengeance. Another time to get the rabbits. How strange, that had given him a sense of pride. Claire needed to be strong too, after all. To keep the ever ambiguous them away, the them that threatened to tear them apart.

It had been a fairly fruitless quest for vengeance so far. Just watching, waiting. Occasionally chasing. He had not slept, but thankfully his body didn't seem to be scolding him too harshly for it. It wasn't like he'd be able to sleep in all likelihood now, anyway, with the headaches. They were random, inconsistent, gone just as fast as they came, but so painful. At least his victims only had to experience the pain of having their skull torn asunder once. He'd been experiencing over and over again throughout the day. He imagined that was the lesson he was supposed to learn by it, how it felt to others when his greed and envy made him go after the things he wanted. Irritating.

And then of course, there was the matter of his hands. He turned the knob to the front door, leaving his-- or whoever it was supposed to be's-- blood smeared on the knob. He was covered in it too, not because he'd actually done any killing, no, that would be too rewarding, but because he might do something reflexively-- grab his head when the pain came, rearrange his shirt, anything-- without thinking about it, and then suffer the consequences.

He left the dagger where it was, safe in his pants pocket, but laid the cleaver down against the wall, closing the door behind him. Seeing that Claire wasn't in the kitchen or living room as he walked through the area, he then went into the bedroom and stuck his head through the door, peering in.

"Claire? I'm home."