001: [Holo] And all your bad days will end...
What he's aware of, most aware of although it's hazy at best, is that he's not going to survive this. As his body goes hurtling through the window, every bone aching as he crashes to the ground, the finality of it makes it even harder to stand again. He won't make it out of this. He won't live to see his boys grow up, or Claire. To make right all the harm he'd done.
But Nathan knows, even if some part of his rational mind fires back that he can't be sure, he still knows he's done it. The objective was complete. Peter had gotten close enough to touch Sylar, to take some, if not all of his powers. He might not live long enough to complete all he had planned, but he knows. They can stop it, even if it has to be without him.
It's through this that he realizes, in those seconds on the floor, that he doesn't regret coming here. It's through this that Nathan is able to get up.
The look in Sylar's eyes confirms what he already knows. He intends to kill him. If the bastard wants to draw it out, keep fighting, then Nathan's ready for it. But he doesn't think this will take long. He's closing in on the kill, the sheer enjoyment he derives from all the trouble he caused is so plain that Nathan almost wants to keep fighting.
Seconds, and neither one of them has moved. Nathan decides he's had enough. He's tensed, ready, hands clenched into fists, one foot starts to push off the ground to fly at him and--
And a raised fist comes in direct contact with metal. Nathan grunts and pulls his hand back sharply, glancing around. More metal. No Sylar. He looks up, confused and angry. How the hell had the bastard pulled this off?
The only sight he's greeted with is a tablet on a pedestal. Even more metal. This was getting old. Nathan picks it up to examine it, and notices a braclet around his wrist. He freezes, going to pull it off, and finds it's embeded in his skin. The Company was gone, that couldn't possibly be it. The Government couldn't have possibly pulled something like this off this quickly. It didn't make sense. But it sure as hell seemed to take Bagging and Tagging to a whole new level if that was the case.
"... Hello?" It's hesitant, and he believes it is for a good reason.He has no idea what the hell is going on. Taking the tablet, Nathan makes his way down the stairs, keeping a close watch on his surroundings. "Claire? Peter?" Hopefully not.
"... Ma?"
At this point, it just wouldn't surprise him.
But Nathan knows, even if some part of his rational mind fires back that he can't be sure, he still knows he's done it. The objective was complete. Peter had gotten close enough to touch Sylar, to take some, if not all of his powers. He might not live long enough to complete all he had planned, but he knows. They can stop it, even if it has to be without him.
It's through this that he realizes, in those seconds on the floor, that he doesn't regret coming here. It's through this that Nathan is able to get up.
The look in Sylar's eyes confirms what he already knows. He intends to kill him. If the bastard wants to draw it out, keep fighting, then Nathan's ready for it. But he doesn't think this will take long. He's closing in on the kill, the sheer enjoyment he derives from all the trouble he caused is so plain that Nathan almost wants to keep fighting.
Seconds, and neither one of them has moved. Nathan decides he's had enough. He's tensed, ready, hands clenched into fists, one foot starts to push off the ground to fly at him and--
And a raised fist comes in direct contact with metal. Nathan grunts and pulls his hand back sharply, glancing around. More metal. No Sylar. He looks up, confused and angry. How the hell had the bastard pulled this off?
The only sight he's greeted with is a tablet on a pedestal. Even more metal. This was getting old. Nathan picks it up to examine it, and notices a braclet around his wrist. He freezes, going to pull it off, and finds it's embeded in his skin. The Company was gone, that couldn't possibly be it. The Government couldn't have possibly pulled something like this off this quickly. It didn't make sense. But it sure as hell seemed to take Bagging and Tagging to a whole new level if that was the case.
"... Hello?" It's hesitant, and he believes it is for a good reason.He has no idea what the hell is going on. Taking the tablet, Nathan makes his way down the stairs, keeping a close watch on his surroundings. "Claire? Peter?" Hopefully not.
"... Ma?"
At this point, it just wouldn't surprise him.