YOU'RE NOT ALONE, THERE IS MORE TO THIS I KNOW [CLOSED]
WHO: Sylar and Adam
WHAT: Sylar is following a mysterious letter.
WHERE: North of the residential housing.
WHEN: On some cold, dark night. Or just whatever it happens to be like tonight at exactly 9 o'clock.
Someone knew he was still alive. There were only two people who should know that for sure: Jam and Nightwing. Nightwing may have told some of his friends, but none of them would have done something like this. That left Jam, but there was no way he would have told anyone. The man wanted Sylar for something, he wouldn't endanger their secret like this.
Then who was it? Who was The Sheperd?
Well that''s what he was here to find out. Whoever this person was had an ability of some sort. There was no other way that note could have just appeared like that otherwise. One second there was a bare table, and then he blinked and the note was there. It had said to come here where he would meet prey of some sort. It had also said that this Sheperd knew he was special and wanted to see what Sylar was capable of. Altogether, it was the perfect bait.
Now he was at the exact place at the exact time the letter had said. Standing in the snow he should have been freezing, but the cold didn't seem to affect him much these days.
Then he saw them. Two girls, not even out of their teens, walking through the snow. He didn't hesitate in making the kill, it had been far too long since he had sated the hunger inside him. There was blood and screams, but it was fast. It was almost pathetically easy though, no real fight at all. After the battle with Impulse and Nightwing, Sylar had come to expect... more from the inhabitants of Rivelata. Oh well.
Sylar thouroughly hid the remains, he didn't want any evidence of his continued existence to be left. Besides, The Sheperd had asked him to be discreet.
And now, he supposed he just had to wait.
WHAT: Sylar is following a mysterious letter.
WHERE: North of the residential housing.
WHEN: On some cold, dark night. Or just whatever it happens to be like tonight at exactly 9 o'clock.
Someone knew he was still alive. There were only two people who should know that for sure: Jam and Nightwing. Nightwing may have told some of his friends, but none of them would have done something like this. That left Jam, but there was no way he would have told anyone. The man wanted Sylar for something, he wouldn't endanger their secret like this.
Then who was it? Who was The Sheperd?
Well that''s what he was here to find out. Whoever this person was had an ability of some sort. There was no other way that note could have just appeared like that otherwise. One second there was a bare table, and then he blinked and the note was there. It had said to come here where he would meet prey of some sort. It had also said that this Sheperd knew he was special and wanted to see what Sylar was capable of. Altogether, it was the perfect bait.
Now he was at the exact place at the exact time the letter had said. Standing in the snow he should have been freezing, but the cold didn't seem to affect him much these days.
Then he saw them. Two girls, not even out of their teens, walking through the snow. He didn't hesitate in making the kill, it had been far too long since he had sated the hunger inside him. There was blood and screams, but it was fast. It was almost pathetically easy though, no real fight at all. After the battle with Impulse and Nightwing, Sylar had come to expect... more from the inhabitants of Rivelata. Oh well.
Sylar thouroughly hid the remains, he didn't want any evidence of his continued existence to be left. Besides, The Sheperd had asked him to be discreet.
And now, he supposed he just had to wait.