Tick, a heroes fanfic

Okay, so... I was bored and tired, and this is what happened. Guess staying up late has its perks when it comes to inspiration... please leave a comment, I will love you forever :]

Tick.

Tick.

The ticking of the clock on the wall reminded him of something. Some life, long gone. Some glimmer of hope that had existed once. But not anymore.

Tick.

That life was over for him, no matter what. Even if he wanted it back, he couldn't have it. He wouldn't have it. He didn't want it.

Tick.

That innocence- no, ignorance- had dissolved within him. There was no tiny voice at the back of his mind, no star to guide him, no light at the end of the tunnel.

Tick.

It wasn't as if he hadn't tried. He had given it his all, poured every molecule of his being into going back to that life. He had had a reason. A very good one.

Tick.

But it was gone now. Dissolved, like his ignorance, into the fabric of time. A thread cut too short. And now, going back to that life would be as meaningless as the ticking of the clock.

Tick.

Monotonous.

Tick.

Empty.

Tick.

So now, he was this. He was that which had shaped his life for so many years- and that which had carved out a hole in him, into his very being.

Tick.

A hole that had been filled by that reason, that one hook which had held him fast to his never ending struggle.

Tick.

His struggle to be the way he used to be.

Tick.

His struggle to be good.

Tick.

But he wasn't good.

Tick.

In fact, he was bad.

Tick.

Very.

Tick.

Very.

Tick.

Bad.

He was Sylar.

Tick.