There was blood spattered down the hallway, and blood on the bathroom door handle, and the cats had come out to sniff at the blood, but had apparently decided there was something wrong with it and flinched away, and all the while Peter's laughter came obscenely from the other side of the door.
He had slumped down now - Sylar could see from the shadow, from the blood around the bottom of the door - and he dropped down too, an inch of wood seperating him and Peter. He could hear his choking breath, the laughter taking over, and it was ironic, wasn't it? Laughing yourself to death. This was the clown; no doubt at all, and a clown who would pay, he thought, for doing this to Peter.
He tapped gently on the door, just beside where Peter's ear would be.
"If you don't let me in, I'll break the door down."
He wasn't sure how he'd do that quite yet, but they made it look easy in the movies. He'd thrown people through doors, but that was different from throwing himself through one, particularly one with Peter on the other side of it.
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He had slumped down now - Sylar could see from the shadow, from the blood around the bottom of the door - and he dropped down too, an inch of wood seperating him and Peter. He could hear his choking breath, the laughter taking over, and it was ironic, wasn't it? Laughing yourself to death. This was the clown; no doubt at all, and a clown who would pay, he thought, for doing this to Peter.
He tapped gently on the door, just beside where Peter's ear would be.
"If you don't let me in, I'll break the door down."
He wasn't sure how he'd do that quite yet, but they made it look easy in the movies. He'd thrown people through doors, but that was different from throwing himself through one, particularly one with Peter on the other side of it.