Title: The Differences in Two Halves
Author: BlueHawaii
Pairing: Sylar/Peter
Rating: PG13
Summary: For people with complete opposite goals, there are a surprising amount of similarities between them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes.
Sylar could kill for the power of precognition. So he does. Not an ounce of remorse filled his being as he performed the deed. The new, yet familiar, feeling swept through him causing the corners of his mouth to twitch up into a smile. His hands, heavy as iron, somehow, lifted themselves to fan out in front of his face. Through the gaps between his spread out fingers a blank canvas stood contrasted against the crimson stain of his hands. With a couple of steps and a few minutes, the canvas was half splattered in paint and occasionally blood, though not his own. Black paint coated his fingertips, with even more coating the canvas.
Sylar scanned his half finished painting; obviously the guy on the right was himself. The Sylar in the picture appeared to be angry, he was shouting at the empty white space in front of him. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't finish what he had started.
His gaze flickered towards a full length mirror, which was leaning against the wall behind his painting. For a second he felt disorientated; he was certain the world he was looking into was a fake. Another painting, very similar to his own, rested behind him. Again, only half of it was completed, except with this one it was the opposite side. Instead of the tall, dark figure of himself a slightly shorter just as dark figure of Peter Petrelli was neatly painted on the left. The reflected Peter looked just as frustrated as his own figure, so Sylar found it safe to guess they were arguing. Even though he was concentrating on the mirror, out the corner of his eye he could still see his own work. Both ends of the painting were obscurely in his view and a strange feeling washed over him.
Excitement bubbled in his chest when he looked from Isaac to the painting then back again.Sure it was pretty rushed and quite factly not good but he had done it. He had absorbed a new power and used it without a problem. Precognition is a very powerful asset to saving the world. Just thinking of the help this power could be caused a wide grin to spread across his face.
"Peter, how did you do that?" Somehow, Peter's mind stopped planning his mission ahead long enough to form a few words that could barely be called an explanation.
"My power, I absorb…I'm a sponge." If possible, the last part of his 'explanation' made his crack an even wider smile.
For the first time since he had completed it, Peter took a good look at his work, and for the first time noticed it was of himself. Standing on the grey concrete, all in black was a very clear portrayal of Peter. Whoever he was having a shouting match with, however, was decidedly unclear. No matter how much he tried the void would not fill, so Peter left, plus one more way of defending the world, slightly disappointed. Exactly forty-seven minutes after he left, Sylar arrived.