Slowly Sylar drew himself up to his feet, brushing himself off, and slipped his hands down into his pockets.
"Did you know you don't have anything to eat in your fridge?" He stepped slowly forward, his eyes flitting up to Peter, his lips curling into a steely smile. "Oh, I'm sorry--" A glance toward Amy. "I was lying when I said I lived here. Actually, I had hoped to hold you hostage, to answer your question. You see I..." He slipped a knife out of his right pocket. "--Was planning to get close enough to you before Peter came back. Now I see you were just too smart for me."
His eyes moved back to Peter sharply, and he projected as clearly, and urgently as he could think.
Use telekinesis. Hurt me. Make it look real.
Because this was the only way that he could keep safe here, that he could hold onto the sanctuary that he'd found with Peter. If he was forced back out onto the streets to live the way he had for the last month, he knew only one thing for truth--that he would die.
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"Did you know you don't have anything to eat in your fridge?" He stepped slowly forward, his eyes flitting up to Peter, his lips curling into a steely smile. "Oh, I'm sorry--" A glance toward Amy. "I was lying when I said I lived here. Actually, I had hoped to hold you hostage, to answer your question. You see I..." He slipped a knife out of his right pocket. "--Was planning to get close enough to you before Peter came back. Now I see you were just too smart for me."
His eyes moved back to Peter sharply, and he projected as clearly, and urgently as he could think.
Use telekinesis. Hurt me. Make it look real.
Because this was the only way that he could keep safe here, that he could hold onto the sanctuary that he'd found with Peter. If he was forced back out onto the streets to live the way he had for the last month, he knew only one thing for truth--that he would die.