Disclaimer: If you honestly believe I own Heroes in any way, you need therapy even worse than the Petrellis. This fic is dedicated to the lovely Bria, who I blame entirely for it being written.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
You're broken...
It has been -- days since my last confession.
Don't worry, Brian. I can fix it.
I have broken one of the Ten Commandments, Father. I have killed. It wasn't an accident. It wasn't self-defense.
It's an evolutionary imperative.
Actually, I broke two Commandments. I lied. That gift didn't start out as mine. I took it from someone else. ...That would actually make three, though, wouldn't it?
The hunger... I can't control it.
All I wanted was to be special.
You made me this way.
Important.
You're right, Mother. I could be anything. Even the President.
I didn't want to kill anybody. That was never my intention.
They're all innocent.
I've killed quite a few times, Father. There is a lot of blood on my hands. I can't seem to stop killing.
Give me that List so I can sink my teeth in!
I will probably kill again.
Interesting. I can't wait to try that one.
And again.
Boom.
Maybe I'll kill you next. Forgive me.
Forgive me. Forgive me. Forgive me.