Who: Sylar and wendy What: Meeting,being confused,all that jazz When: Saturday morning Where: front steps of his apartment Rating: PG-13ish Open: No
Sylar couldnt stand to be caged up anymore!
Sure, he had been under lock and key when HRG had captured him, but at least the cell had a window,and bennett,plus some others under his orders, had come and gone every few days,sometimes even every few hours.
This place..this apartment,was empty most of the day.Sylar had found that out the day before,after he had wandered around for a few hours getting to know the layout(which to be honest,hadnt taken all that long in the first place).After flipping through boring channel after boring channel on the tv he had just about felt he was going to go out of his mind!
Today was going to be different,even though he wasnt going to very far,being injured from that elle chick was no walk in the park, but even outside was better then listening to the sound of nothing for hours,or boring talk shows that seemed to make up half of the candian airwares.