“You’re supposed to be dead.”

A bloody grin, lips stained and cracked.

“You should know, Mohinder. I don’t die so easily.”

Mohinder swallowed nervously.

“I saw it. They killed you; Hiro Nakamura ran a sword through you!”

Sylar grabbed his shoulder and Mohinder flinched reflexively, gritting his teeth as the murderer sidled closer, ( Read more... )