Universally Challenged

"Where does it come from? This quest, this need to solve life's mysteries when the simplest of questions can never be answered. Why are we here? What is the soul? Why do we dream? Perhaps we'd be better off not looking at all. Not delving, not yearning. That's not human nature. Not the human heart. That is not why we are here."

[thenoahgray-moved]

MOVED

[predatxry-blog]

  "But I did it anyway.  What are you going to do about it, boy?”

[thenoahgray-moved]

"Ever hear of the term, what goes around comes around?"

[electricelle]

  "I shouldn’t have had that taco for breakfast either."

[thenoahgray-moved]

"You don't get static farts, do you?"

[theonesupergirl]

  "This probably sounds bad—but I never expected that you could…do that." She hoped he realized that she wasn’t judging him, after all, she was the last person to do that; being an alien and all. 

[thenoahgray-moved]

"It's not the only thing..." Psychokinetics seemed to be the most commonly used, as well as the most easily controlled-- at least for Noah. But sometimes he had moments when he'd sneeze and catch the sofa on fire. Luckily it was only his jacket this time. "Sorry... If I scared yu."

[eafoot-blog]

  He could see the tears building behind the boys eyes. Another blow. He’d known that these were the prospects all along. Killer, monster, the old spiel, No normal kid wanted that for a father. So what was the dad thing to do? He’d lost that opportunity as well (the son of a killer, what could Noah’s destiny be?). He steeled himself.  ”What do you want to do? Kill me? Hold my hand and skip around?” He was losing his grip, the words were tense and bitter, “I wanted to see you.” How could he have possibly known, all these years?-How had he missed it, “I hadn’t known you existed, and when I saw.. I had to make sure.”

[thenoahgray-moved]

He felt so small. He felt like when he was just a kid and everything was so confusing and chaotic. This was just a moment in time and it felt meaningful when most of his life had seemed like it had no meaning. He wasn't supposed to exist but after the flash of light with the heat at his back, like waking up from a terrible dream-- he was here. He had so  many questions. "I don't--" He shook his head quickly, adverting his gaze. "Technically I'm not supposed to exist." The same bitter tone in Sylar's voice was there in Noah's. He was sure if he was killed right here and right now-- no one would even know he was gone. Except for maybe Noah Bennet... "You had to make sure..." He repeated quietly. "That I was real-- or alive? Or like you?" He wasn't like him. He didn't murder people. There were accidents but he never meant to hurt anybody. He was supposed to be a hero, that's why he was special-- wasn't it?

[thenoahgray-moved]

    "You really shouldn't have done that."

[greasepainted]

  "I see you don’t believe in saying hello, either,” Joker’s face cracks into the beginning of a grin, and it’s not a particularly friendly one. “Y’know, there’s something - there’s something to be said about manners.”

[thenoahgray-moved]

This guy didn't look like he cared much abut manners. Noah said nothing for a moment, maybe due to alarm and perhaps even a twitch of fear as he looked upon the clown. It was a little early for Halloween costumes. "I'm-- I'm sorry for uh, busting in. Wrong place?" He stayed by the window, just in case.

[thenoahgray-moved]

calming starter sentences

"Its okay, I'm here."

"I'm not going to leave you."

"Everything is okay."

"I'm going to protect you."

"I believe in you."

"Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that."

"You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now."

"You're not going to lose me."

"I love you."

"I'll stay right here, okay?"

"Just breathe."

"I'm okay, you're okay, we're okay."

"You're everything to me."

"I don't care what they think, to me, you are perfect."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You don't have to be alone."

[safeassafe]

  "Like what?"

[thenoahgray-moved]

"Like I have two heads and a tail."

[theonesupergirl]

  "I’m sorry, I’m just… surprised."

[thenoahgray-moved]

"I guess it is pretty... surprising..." Unfortunately, to an extent. Most people would have ran out of there by now.

[thenoahgray-moved]

"Please don't look at me like that."

[thenoahgray-moved]

"If you wanna talk, you'll need to catch up."

[greasepainted]

  ❝That was a very poor decision on your part.❞

[thenoahgray-moved]

That wasn't who he was expecting.  "Shit."

[eafoot-blog]

  Be it self defense, be it the lack of other options. Sylar stood still and observed. His son was staring at him with disgust clear in his eyes, his son who he’d never known existed before now, his son was denying him flat out. Syar’s teeth clenched, but before it all he forced a smile. It was terse, but he pushed it out anyway. “I sense you’re disappointed,” he was teasing, as long as the bitterness was directed at someone else, it couldn’t hurt him, “Sorry, boy-o. Life’s not a Disney movie. It’s full of unhappy surprises.”

[thenoahgray-moved]

He didn't know if disappointment was the right word to use in this situation. A lot of emotions were pooling up in him, they were even ready to push out the corners of his eyes but he did his best to keep himself calm. He didn't know if he wanted to believe him-- he could continue floating through this life in ignorance, casting the truth aside. Or face the fact that his father was-- is a cold blooded killer. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, but like Gabriel, Sylar, his father said-- Life's not a Disney movie. He didn't know what to say, his conflicted gaze which held wearily on the other fell to the floor. "I-- I need time to think. I need to... I don't know what to do." A hand moved up to press against his forehead, fingers moving up through his hair quickly after as he studied the grain of the floorboards. "Did you think this was going to go another way? If you knew I would be afraid, or disappointed, or angry-- why did you come?"

[thenoahgray-moved]

"I don't believe in front doors that's why I always come through your window."

[eafoot-blog]

  He examined the boy’s face. There was a very heavy weight in the words, and listening Sylar was reminded of the similar feelings he’d once experience searching for his own father. Where Noah was lost, where Noah had questions, he’d once held the same way. It was his duty, the least he could offer this responsibility he hadn’t realized existed. As ridiculous as it was.. Sylar was afraid. So much could go wrong. This was son, and he craved after an image that had long since washed away. The poor gray shadow of Gabriel. All that remained was him, the so called monster. "I know," his voice held a smugness though he felt far from it, "Ask me your questions.. Son."

[thenoahgray-moved]

In that moment time stood still. And he would have honestly thought it did if it wasn't for how hard his heart was beating and how the man standing there continued to breathe and stare at him. He felt like he was going to implode. His lungs didn't move until he suck a sharp breath, it trembling up his throat. No-- that couldn't be. This couldn't be happening. His head shook quickly and he had to pull a hand to his face to keep from falling apart. "That's not true-- I know it's not true." Before he couldn't breathe but now he couldn't stop. He felt heat pooling into his skin and he had to try and not burst into flames. He didn't want to believe it but the more he looked at him the more he could see the resemblance. "I'm not your son." 

[thenoahgray-moved]

"I couldn't do it."