Surprise!

[inhumandog]

Who: Iago and Sylar- eventually the Marquis and Tim
Where: Fifth floor corridor. Sylar’s room.
When: Early, early morning
Warnings: Violence and character death

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[gray_atonement]

Sylar had always been an early riser. It was probably a result of his watchmaking business so many years ago, seeming like decades lost to his new condition. Whatever the cause, he was often awake by six or seven, then would venture to the kitchens for his breakfast shift at the appropriate time. Cooking was the only thing to give him consistent pleasure on the Barge and, if not for that, he might have become increasingly more violent through the recent months. Instead, he had found something to calm his nerves

[inhumandog]

Iago, always an opportunity, took that moment of hesitation to tighten his hold on the book and used his strength to hit him as hard as he could across the face, almost closing his eyes at the satisfied sound it made when book hit its target.

It was a liberating sound, which filled Iago with a great warmth, a rush of power that went straight to his fingertips. A smirk played at the corners of his lips and he glanced down to his hand that was now dripping blood. Whatever healing had happened in the time it was wrapped was gone. Ah well, it was a small sacrifice to make. He pulled the glass from the pages and tossed the book away, annoyed.

Now to focus on the real task at hand.

[gray_atonement]

Sylar recognized that dark look for what it was a moment too late. It was rare that he had been on the receiving end of that look of pure confidence, of blood lust. Usually the people that came after him had been afraid or completely even in their expressions, like Noah Bennet. Never had he been looked at with the same darkness that he inevitably wore before killing the others.

The former watchmaker didn't feel the hit, didn't recognize the action for what it was. All he knew was that his hearing disappeared and that, as he collapsed and began slipping into darkness, he could almost see horn-rimmed glasses on the man above him. Even once his eyes fell closed, the scent of blood was the memory that endured from that moment before Sylar slipped into complete unconsciousness.

[inhumandog]

Iago pulled Sylar into his room and knew he had only a few moments before Tim would be alerted to what happened. Items were tricky like that. The soldier whistled to himself, shutting the door to deter any wandering eyes. The tune he whistled was upbeat, happy, something he sang as a soldier when he was working. And now, though he had all of his memories, he was younger, twenty eight again, and felt absolutely in control.

He knelt down, the glass shard in his hand again, opening fresh wounds. The sharp edge rested against Sylar's neck.

"How poor are they that have not patience. What wound did ever heal but by degrees?" He paused, setting his jaw as he made a quick movement, slitting the man's throat and moving away.

"You should have known not to betray me."