Molly Walker (shecanfindyou) wrote in safezonethreads, @ 2010-01-11 22:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, matt parkman, molly walker |
WHO: Molly Walker and Matt Parkman (Mind!Sylar)
WHAT: A much needed discussion.
WHEN: About an hour after this.
WHERE: Apartment #404b
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
Molly had gone over in her head what she wanted to say to Matt until she was positive she had it memorized. She had also taken the time to painstakingly write down everything that she knew, everything she had been told, and everything she was pretty sure she'd figured out based on the other two. She had made sure all of her homework was finished and her clothes for the next day were laid out. It wasn't too late, and she doubted she'd go right to sleep after the talk she was all set to have, so she'd also taken one of her books and placed it beside her bed so she could read once everything was said and done.
Now, as the time grew closer for Matt to come home, Molly was sitting on her bed with her feet tucked up underneath her and her map spread out across her comforter. There was a pushpin that she held delicately between two fingers but she wasn't currently using it. Nor was she writing anything more on the notes she'd already made. Instead she was simply staring at the various spots in the map that she'd marked, trying to get a feel for the schedule that the man who thought he was Nathan Petrelli followed.
Hearing the front door open, the girl hesitated in her studying and glanced toward her bedroom door. It was slightly ajar - not enough to see in but also enough to let the noise from the rest of the apartment trickle in. She could hear the babysitter in the living room, hear Mattie gurgling happily at the sight of his daddy, and smiled faintly before once more looking back to the map. Her brow furrowed and stomach dropping a little as the man's telltale footsteps could be heard coming down the hallway.
This was it. It was now or never. Once he walked into this room, she could either confront him or not. If she wanted to chicken out she had to do it now. Yet she knew she wouldn't. She needed to hear from him that he'd done the things Noah Bennet had said he'd done. She needed to hear from him that he'd known Sylar was alive all this time and hadn't told anyone. She needed to know the truth, and she needed it to come from Matt and nobody else.
So she didn't scramble to put her map and notes away. Nor did she turn and smile at him as she typically would when he came to see her after work. Instead she simply waited until she heard the soft creaking of her bedroom door that signified someone was there. Then she closed her eyes, located Sylar, and stabbed the pin into the spot in the city where he was right that very instant.