#thepeterpetrelli

[watchmakersylar]

Truth: Do you still want to hurt me like you did when you killed Nathan?

Some times I do. I can't help it. It's who I am, but I do try not to give into those urges--with you. It's a fuck of a lot harder not to give into them with anyone else. Be happy, Peter. You still annoy me a lot less than the majority of the human race. 

[watchmakersylar]

♙

♙ :Most malicious act tied to your name

I’m assuming you’re talking about something I actually did not some bullshit I’ve been accused of over the years.

This would be when I killed Nathan. I had no reason to kill him. He couldn’t hurt me. I already took his power using my empathy. I killed him for one simple reason, and that was to cause the Petrellis as much pain as I possibly could. If Angela and Parkman hadn’t mindfucked me, I’d have managed to emotionally scar Angela, Claire, and Peter with one kill.

Yeah, that was malicious. So was how I forced Noah and Claire to leave Meredith to die. 

[watchmakersylar]

#peter sure as hell would read this#over and over and over again

[watchmakersylar]

Fooled you once, shame on you. Fooled you twice, you stupid fuck. 

thepeterpetrelli

[watchmakersylar]

Powerless and Pissed

It took no more than a small cough to make him wince. Sylar brushed his fingers over the thick bandage that ran over his chest and wrapped around his back to cover the exit wound from being run through by Hiro’s katana. He growled, the sound deep in his throat, while he pondered all the things he could do to the pain in the ass once he was free from this place.

His dark eyes narrowed as he glanced at the heavy red door across from his bed. It was the only color in the place. Cinderblock walls that were painted white that went with white bedding on the narrow institutional metal framed bed that was also painted white. Even the scrubs he was dressed in were white.

“At least it’s better than Texas,” he grumbled. “But then isn’t everywhere?” He drew his feet up onto the bed and wrapped his arms around his knees, but that hurt too, making him suck a sharp breath between his teeth before he returned his feet to the cold white tile floor. Sylar wanted to rant at the speaker on the wall, telling his keepers what he’d do to them when he got his powers back, but he knew it would get him nowhere. His only choice was to play nice. Play nice and eventually someone would fuck up, and he’d get away. 

thepeterpetrelli

[watchmakersylar]

thepeterpetrelli replied to your post: “Another Day. Another Kill - ficlet”:

God dammit, Sylar! I knew that you were still out there, I will find you and put an end to this once and for all. //Great fic hun, I missed the serial killer. :D

Want to have a water balloon fight, Peter? I got this nifty new power that'll really help. We won't have to worry about humpback whales chocking on broken balloons and other shit like that. //thanks baby

[thatvulcanbitch]

thepeterpetrelli replied to your photo: “The lesser target. Thanks Kel.”:

//Welcome baby, enjoy!

Hmmmm future Peter (drool)

[thepeterpetrelli]

Blah, blah, blah Petrelli

"I thought my time would be better spent making sure you weren’t opening heads up again.  I know you can’t resist but it’s good to see even you can’t do everything."  He grinned.  "You’re not the big bad any more, are you."  He leaned in closer.  "There are worse things than you out there now."

[watchmakersylar]

"I don't need you following me around like some lost puppy. I'm not your brother." Sylar growled, narrowing his eyes to glare at Peter. "What makes you think that? I'm still bad enough to turn you into a greasy smear."