ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶰᵍᵉˡˑ ⁽ᵃᵖˑ⁾

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GATHER UP YOUR LOVED ONES,                                           GATHER UP YOUR FRIENDS,

     ‘CAUSE THIS IS WHEN THE BAD GUY WINS.

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ telekineticks.

              the glass cup she had been so focused on keeping off the ground fell, shattering at her feet. people like her were goin’ missing MORE AND MORE and the chance of getting exposed caused panic to eat at her nerves. her petty crime stopping skills won’t be much use if she’s DEAD. ❛ who the FUCK ‘re you ? ❜

               what a PITIFUL SIGHT. she could hardly use her abilities yet. he had perfected his first stolen ability within a week or so, and he could TELL she wasn’t new to this. at her sudden jump, he rolls his eyes rather dramatically. ❛ someone’s who’s BETTER than you. ❜ he hints this as he opens his fist, slowly raising it and the shattered glass pieces up as well. ❛ you’re TRYING too hard. breathe. relax. let it come naturally. ❜

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me: suggests two plots @bccgeyman: sylar would kill him

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the shanti virus was created just to de-power op sylar literally no one can ever convince me otherwise NO ONE.

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ cellarmonsters.

It was obvious how he was in growing discomfort being around the man. How he wished that the babadook was there today with him- Simon always protected him from the bad things. He knew how to chase them away. Was this man possessed? Was he a demon in disguise? Sam couldn’t put his finger on it, but it did not feel welcoming at all.

Sam resisted heaving out a sigh. Normally, he would be enthusiastic in suggesting titles for his customers to read, but alarms were blaring in his mind to try and get this man out right away. “Sure thing, uh..” the Aussie hums, turning back to the shelf. He suddenly notices how there are no other customers anymore in his shop. His heart beats faster at the feeling of being alone with this man.

“Here, try this one. Although, I’d suggest not buying all of them together at once, cause you’d end up wanting to read all of ‘em, and not ending up finishing ‘em,” he hands another paperback with a small, awkwardly forced chuckle.

               oh, sylar could just SENSE that the man wasn’t comfortable around him. whether or not he should blame it on the overall vibe he gives off is still debatable. this man looks like the type to become nervous around just about anyone. for now sylar will act innocent, as if NOTHING is wrong with him or the situation at hand. it’s best to act the innocent role instead of getting CAUGHT.

              perhaps he’ll mention it. the killer notices right away that there is no more customers, meaning this man is his for the taking. but he’ll humor him. just for now. sylar follows behind the aussie man, making sure to look at the book shelves as he WALKS ALONG. there’s no use of being suspicious quite yet, now is there?

              when the man stops, he stops. when the man pulls out a book for him, he takes said book. he flips it over and reads over it, but then he... STARES. he stares at one word then slowly glances to the bookstore owner. ❛ you know... if you have a PROBLEM with me, i believe it would be better if you just said so. because i have a problem with YOU. ❜

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ wanderingjoyfully.

She didn’t want to die, not here in some back alley.  Lu struggled to move, to find something to grab. “Don’t fucking come near me.” She spat at the man, more of her power filled the air. He muttered something, and Lu felt fear bubble inside her. “What’re you doing? i don’t have money.”

              as her power increased, he showed signs of it AFFECTING him. this time his eyes squeeze tighter as he tries to block out the symptoms of her power. he grunts, grinding his teeth together. ❛ stop, ❜ he’ll demand, his hand extending and balling into a FIST. this makes a force around her SQUEEZE her, as if advising her to follow his command. ❛ this will ALL be over soon. ❜

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ lostgirlisms.

“ ay, it’s been pretty long, jus’ wanna get back home … are y’ waitin’ on the bus too? ”

               ❛ hmm. quite the OPPOSITE, really. ❜ he’s waiting for his chance. there’s a girl with an ability here. he just knows it. ❛ just taking a BREATHER. ❜

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ unheroic.

              Luke felt little concern for the threat. He’d never killed a human before, thus far restricting excursions to the backyard, praying on insects and birds out of boredom. He figured it couldn’t be much more difficult than that. Simply add a little punch to the throttle. He smacked his lips. ❛ Alight touchy. ❜ hands rose in an offer of truce. ❛ Personally, I don’t care about your laundering habits. I was just pointing it out for you before the cops did. It’s okay. You don’t have to thank me. ❜

              sylar SCOFFS. he would have laughed if it was ... well, more humorous to begin with. not only is he getting the sight of uttermost surrender, but he’s being told that this kid WORRIES about his capture? especially by the hands of the police? that surely lives up to comedy GOLD. ❛ alright, i won’t then. ❜ he shakes his head, folding his arms. ❛ i care very LITTLE about the police. they wouldn’t be able to catch me if they tried. it’d be fun, though. ❜

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ inviisum.

               The second that the pigeon is released from the man’s hands, Claude had foolishly felt relief sink into his chest, believing that he wouldn’t do more harm to the bird than he already had. His blue eyes flickered to it as it began to fly away but just as quickly as he had soared, with the flick of the man’s wrist it fell lifelessly to the ground before him. Anger swelled inside of the invisible man and it was all he could do to react to him because he knew that he might end up the same way in a bloody instant as the pigeon he had been taking care of. ❝So that is your thing then,❞ he comments between gritted teeth. ❝Killing anything with life in it.❞ As soon as his words left him, there was only a second of silence before he stood still and let his gift take over. His form now gone, but he had to think. Sylar was smart and could use all of his senses and abilities to draw him out, to make promise to those chilling threats.

              sylar hadn’t felt a THING for that pigeon. it was hard to, since the city was full of them. he could have killed them ALL--- just to spite claude and his obvious affection towards the useless winged animals. he knew these emotions would lead the invisible man to make major mistakes, but even if his getaway plan was FLAWLESS, sylar would have him. there’s only one way off this roof, not counting the one that leads to a more... permanent destination. claude didn’t stand a CHANCE. he looks at the bearded man smugly. ❛ that’s the plan, yes. more-so things with ABILITIES. ❜ it’ll be even more efficient when he gets that power of precognition.

              in the next instant, claude VANISHES. sylar glances around, all until he HEARS his footsteps. being invisible is completely useless against his newfound hearing capabilities. ❛ this is POINTLESS. ❜ he’ll call out. in a QUICK step forward, he uses his cyrokinesis to freeze a path to the door, icing it over so much it would take a great amount of brute strength to open it again. then he holds up a fist then abruptly opens it, causing the glass to the “greenhouse” to burst. his telekinesis keeps the shards floating, but he doesn’t send them after the man yet. ❛ just GIVE UP. take this like the shell of a man you are! ❜

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ halysborn.

It’s like looking into the eyes of a S H A R K. Cold. Black. Dead.                   Something WICKED this way comes … 

                   Stay loose. Stay focused. Stay READY.

      “Thanks. Made it myself. Mind showing me your hands there, buddy?”

              a SMILE. the man’s right to stay on guard. ❛ since you asked so NICELY... ❜ sylar takes his hands out from his pockets and raises them, showing him there’s NOTHING to be worried about...

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ cellarmonsters.

“Oh. Oh, okay,” Sam stutters nervously, still not comfortable with the man’s presence. “Right this way,” he musters a tight smile, secretly praying for more customers to enter the shop right about now just so that if anything happened, someone was there to witness and help- at the same time, Sam wished that nothing happened and that this man just had genuine interest.

The book he held was one of Haruki Murakami’s novels. “Here, this one should be a good one,” he reaches to take a paperback off the shelf, similar to the man’s choice earlier.

                 the ex-watchmaker notes this bookstore owner’s... wariness. he has a RIGHT to be. for he has heard stories of highly strange anomalies--- all tracking back to THIS man. some claim it’s some other force--- but he KNOWS it all comes from him. that’s the only logical option. but, of course, sylar can wait. keep his act up for as long as he needs to. this store has a bit too many people than he’d like, but he isn’t AGAINST waiting for the perfect opportunity. he has to go to a secluded area sometime, doesn’t he?

                he follows sam until he can’t anymore. the man holds out a book for him, and he TAKES IT. he instantly flips to the back, reading over all that is on it. to be fair, he used to like books. books, alongside fixing watches was such a GREAT way of passing time. ❛ you know some things about this kind of genre, then. mind showing me another? i like to... expand my options. ❜

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ lethaliity.

   ‘ REALLY? guess you gotta punish me.      i’m kinda scared. ‘

             ❛ don’t be such an IDIOT. i’d never waste time on you. i have nothing to gain from it. ❜

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ wanderingjoyfully.

It had almost knocked the air from her, hitting the wall with such force. She hadn’t expected the power, or the man who seemingly appeared from no-where. Lu looked around for a weapon, her powers pouring into the air. Hopefully he would docile down, or atleast ot want to hurt her. “What the hell are you talking about?” She played dumb, eyes still searching for something to protect her.

               there it is. her power UNLEASHES itself, the aroma pouring into the air. it causes him to STOP for a second, eyes closing as he shakes his head to clear his mind from this tainted ability. ❛ oh--- so TROUBLESOME. ❜ he mumbles. then he glances back at her with a chuckle. ❛ it’s perfect. ❜

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ inviisum.

                  ❝I’m a friend of a…well…he was never really your friend to begin with.❞ Names would not be mentioned to this man who had wanted to kill this cheerleader in Odessa, but Peter had talked about him when he had seen him some time ago. Apparently he had abilities, too, and the young Petrelli leaving in the shadow of an older brother had picked up one from him; telekinesis. Possibly others but during their training that was the one he had pulled out. ❝Really? Great. Then you know that if you try wiggling that little finger my way then you’ll know I’ll be out of here before you can even try.❞

               ❛ PETER PETRELLI. ❜ sylar chimes in, as if he’s correcting him. how could he forget that man? the empath? how so desperately he wanted such a power, but alas-- the opportunity was TAKEN from him. the petrelli brother had shown off a unique skill ... INVISIBILITY. sylar’s well aware this man is who he took such a power from. he is also aware that since this man was particularly skilled, he wouldn’t be killing him as easily as he had peter. that doesn’t make him FALTER, however.

              instead he continues to pet the terrified animal. ❛ you think so? i’m aware your ability is pretty ... IMPRESSIVE, ❜ he opens his palms. the bird flies away the second after, but sylar stretches out two fingers. ❛ but no matter the skill... no matter what i can or cannot see-- ❜ he FLICKS his wrist in an abrupt motion, the pigeon letting out a pained cry before dropping to the ground. ❛ you’re going to DIE. ❜

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ saferintheshadows.

“Strong, black, and hot. Just the way I like it. Too many places have theirs watered down nowadays.”

              ❛ AGREED. ❜ in fact, he takes a sip now to prove his point. ❛ what’s a man to do to get some PURE CAFFEINE nowadays? ❜

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⟨⟨ ┊┊┊ ⌛ switchcrafts.

JUNE EMERGED from the cave, flashlight in hand. The weeks following her initial possession had been long and difficult. She often found herself in places without any memory of her arrival. This instant, however, was not one of those times. She found herself searching more and more for clues about ways to control her passenger, to no avail. These occasions were generally harmless. Yet, this occasion, proved once again to be VERY DIFFERENT. Hearing the voice caused her to drop her flashlight, leaving only the moon to light his face. 

                          Rather straightforward, don’t you think?

           ❝This is a private dig site, unless you              have clearance, I suggest you LEAVE…❞

          Despite the sternness of her words, her tone remained rather meek, a result from the weeks of being chastised and beat down by the DOMINATING voice that was everpresent in the back of her mind. 

               ❛ clearance? ❜ he repeats, tone MOCKING. it causes a smile to form on his lips and he steps FORWARD. it’s clear he cares very little about clearance, and whether or not this site is private. no.. he cares about HER. the moon lights half of his face, making his TWISTED EXPRESSION very clear. there isn’t much this woman could do to stop him unless she doesn’t defend herself. it would have to take one hell of an ability to fight him off.

              even then, he would WIN. he’ll SLICE her head open, taking a look at that brain that holds such magnificent power.

              ❛ you know EXACTLY what i’m here for. ❜ it would be awfully foolish for her not to. the ticking noise begins in the back of his skull as a HAND comes up, two fingers pointing to the sky. he then quickly flicks his hand to the RIGHT, making her body slam fly in that direction. he aims to slam her against the closest sturdy surface so his telekinesis can hold her STILL.