Who: 'Nathan'Sylar Petrelli What: Fleeing the scene of the crime When: Nighttime Where: The Cainfield House. Open:Nope,solo thread
Sylar Licked his lips, eyes flashing with the Hunger of a predator only he could be, an amused smile spreading across his features.His prey, small and weak, huddled in the corner, begging and pleading for her life, which of course fell on deaf ears.They all begged,they all pleaded, at some point anyway."Shh,shh it wont hurt"He paused, tilting his head as if curious."Much"He added in a sarcastic tone.
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As he staggered to his feet, With a smirk, wiping the dust from his suit,he circled around the body,kneeling to make sure he had done the job properaly and actually killed her when his Hearing detected sirens-they were far away but steadyily getting closer every minute.Casting a dark look at the dead family members that lay scattered around the now ruined house and back down at The body before rising,he didnt have time to toy with the local law enforcement-he had other,bigger,more important stuff to do.
Humming to himself he shifted back into his Nathan persona-playing the slightly rattled but barley injured President for an hour or two before growing bored with the entire thing and calling in for a limo-which thankfully didnt take very long to arrive on the scene-
With a wave of his hand he dismissed his staff claiming he wanted to make some calls-send the poor girls next of kin flowers or some sicking heartfelt crap like that-before propping his feet on his desk-the glow of the Television illumatnating his office in a dull glow as he watched the various reports come in-all of them claiming a copy cat of what he used to be.
Chuckling sylar toyed with a ball of electricty,manipulating it into various forms as he flicked through the channels-predator smirk on his face "Well-that was certaintly interesting"he mummered to himselfas well something he would never try again-well not without holding the victim down first at least.
Shifting slightly he turned the tv-which no longer held his interest-off with a flick of his hand.He had work to do-Besides His prey appearently wasnt going anywhere for the time being-he could always finish the job later.
If Sylar had known how busy the coming days were going to be he wouldnt have bothered.