I have written something. Not much of anything, but something. Currently being eaten whole by a common cold/plague and the last research paper, but I'll leave you all with this tidbit:
He wondered, quite sincerely, what the man’s brains would look like splattered across the laboratory floor. Pulling a disarming smile into place, Sylar stuck out his
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Yet, a beautifully written one nonetheless. I hope you are feeling somewhat better :)
*sends you good vibes*
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Hoping I'll start to feel better too... slept hardly at all last night. x_x
Page 4 of 9, by the way... getting there slowly. ^^
Thanks for the comment!
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I hope that you are feeling better soon.
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Thanks for reading! ^^
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No wonder he kills with household objects. He finds multiple purposes for everything.
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I imagine Sylar could do a lot to Mohinder with household objects. *cough*
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