Jul 5, 2014
"If you're going ask where it came from, just ask." Of course, he is referring to the rather noticeable scar consuming the left side of his profile. A wretched old thing that leaves nothing but nightmares of his past.
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"If you're going ask where it came from, just ask." Of course, he is referring to the rather noticeable scar consuming the left side of his profile. A wretched old thing that leaves nothing but nightmares of his past.
Eyes close, then open lethargically once again. Dazed, the shock and pain cloud over vision, yet sharpen upon the face of the other. Confusion plays upon features, mirrored by the one looking back.
“Is this what it's like, going insane? I don't feel like I'm insane.”
But surely, he had to be, for he stared into the eyes of himself.
" what is that? "
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"You-- you're that guy. Sylar." She narrowed her eyes at him, head tilted. "I remember you."
[ Shh! Quiet, Mia— if you listen closely, you’d know you’re being followed. The winds quickly pick up their pace, rustling the leaves fallen on the cobblestone ground. Mia tried to take a new path some guy in the park suggested to her. No harm with trying something different, right? Wrong. She stopped, eyes scanning the path for any disturbance, hoping, maybe childishly so, that no one was there. ]