It's funny. Gabriel's wallet is, legally, all his. After all, the license says Gabriel Paul Sylar- and he's definitely going to keep that, at the very least. The credit cards, everything. They're all his. He can even lay claim to the small folded picture inside, three people smiling awkwardly for a camera held at arm's length. It's all his ( Read more... )

It hadn't taken much to catch his alternate self. After all, the man left his job at the clinics every day at approximately the same time, followed the same route to the same portal. Sylar wondered if he was ever quite that stupid.

"I'll take that," he said to Gabriel as the man took out his cellphone.

Cowritten with my_fathers_taskThe Indian man with the rather long, curly hair had been sitting in the Nexus for awhile- he merely watched everything, attentive. Occasionally, he would reach for a small pad of paper and jot things down. More than notes, though- he appears to be doodling ( Read more... )

Note: This post happens before 'Repairs'.

A dying God. He hadn't believed in God for over a year, but now a dying one (The one) had babbled, spilled blood onto him, then disappeared. He stared at the words the blood eventually formed- I am I am the mechanical man. How fitting ( Read more... )

Sylar heaved a sigh as he pressed the buttons on his new Pinpoint. None of this would count, it was really pointless, and he kept telling himself so every few minutes. However, on the off-chance that God's death really would bring about an apocalypse in all worlds, he had to do something about it ( Read more... )

He'd been walking for days. After so long without water, he didn't even know how many days. His dreams of talking with God were seeming more real than the sun beating down on his shoulders, and he almost welcomed the delirium. After all, it was cool and comfortable in that other place ( Read more... )

I'm sorry, are you breathing?

She didn't understand. Sylar hadn't expected her to, but it was still disappointing.

No collapsed lung, no infection from the wound...

( He found he couldn't focus on her... )

He woke slowly, swimming up from consciousness, struggling. The first thing he could recognize was the pain in his chest. The second thing was a voice that kept fading in and out. "...still sleeping," was all he could parse. It wasn't Peter, wasn't anyone he recognized from the nexus clinics, so he pushed himself awake. He needed to figure out ( Read more... )

Some practice goes better than others ( Read more... )

It hadn't taken long to find a condo that was being used as a 'winter home'- the community itself was about three miles from Zane's tiny apartment. He'd only be using it for a couple days (and only seriously for a couple hours), so why worry terribly much about it? He sets up in a condo that could be considered modern chic, although he honestly ( Read more... )