From The Wreckage
There was only one reason Peter would want him with him and that was to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. Of course the dark around them, the sudden desolate situation was reason enough- Sylar’s abilities were testament to his strength and him being the most powerful one there along with Peter.
But he also knew that he was testing his loyalty. But who said he had loyalty to anyone?
That baby back in the house said he had loyalty.
Attachments- they could get you killed.
“Fine.” he answered with a short nod and started towards the area that Peter was heading in. He didn’t look back, he didn’t try to. He simply kept walking, head a mess of emotions, a flurry of determinations. He had to get out of here. He couldn’t stay here. Even with Elle, even with Noah, even with Peter-
Peter shouldn’t matter.
“We going to wipe them out?”
forwhatevercomes
it had taken him a while to get used to killing. it was terrible to think of at first. but ow it was different. now it was so far out there for him. but when you were trapped deep inside of the darkness, when your life was on the line it was something you didn’t think of it.
he didn’t feel comfortable thinking about letting Sylar out to kill. but he needed him just as much as he needed him. he didn’t want him to be a weapon. he wanted him to be an ally.
“we’re going to wipe them out.” he said with a small nod of his head.
he moved forward, knowing that they only had a short few second window before they were noticed. he had to count on Sylar to have his back.
messxdupasiam
She could stay there with Noah. Stay there counting down the gun fire. And she wondered how weak she had gotten. She was always in the mist of fighting. She had joined to the cause for the sake of the fight. She wanted to help out. Do something. Part of her resented Noah for the lack of her fight. Part of her resented Peter. But here she was now. Peter and Gabriel had only just left and there was still some of the others scattered around, prepared, some in hiding. She would stand her ground as well. The bullets sprayed outside, covering the side of the building. But she didn’t want to be scared. She set out the electricity in her hands, wanting to feel stronger than she knew she was.
Through the window she hit one of the guys that were advancing close with a jolt. Exhiliarated she knew she could keep this up for however long. It didn’t matter. She didn’t even think anything of the pain in her side, the noise fading in and out. She didn’t think. She acted. And then Parkman was leading her away from the thick of things. Saying she was bleeding. But she wasn’t bleeding. She was fighitng.....fighting...she wanted to fight.
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