A Note From Lara: Odds are good you probably won't get this unless you're already playing The Game. If you don't know what The Game is, leave a review requestnig that information and I'll explain. Anyway, this is mostly a bunch of crack.
Sylar chuckled evilly as he stared at the monitors in the guardroom. Angela looked very afraid, as did the blonde woman he didn't know. Bennet and Claire, though, they looked angry. Oh, they had no idea. Before the night was over, he would make them a thousand times more angry. He chuckled evilly again. And then again. Sylar was starting to like chuckling evilly.
Once they were safely in the building, Sylar locked down all the doors and slammed grates over the windows. Then he flipped on the PA system. "Hello," he said.
The figures on the screen whipped around, searching for the source of his voice. "Don't worry," he said, "Arthur's dead. Peter couldn't do it, so I did... just like Mommy wanted." Angela cringed, and Sylar chuckled evilly again for good measure. "I know I disgust you. Terrify you. But you created me, every one of you. You turned me into a monster. And by the end of the night, I'm gonna prove to you that you're all monsters. Just... like... me."
"I'm nothing like you!" Claire shouted, stepping to the front of the little group.
Sylar smirked. "Oh Claire, you have no idea what you'll be capable of when you're provoked. Just watch." He waited a moment, then flipped a switch.
All the lights in the building suddenly became blacklights, revealing the words he had daubed all over the walls in blacklight paint. Noah gasped, his face turning red with rage. "How dare you?!" he screamed. Claire turned pale, and the other blonde fainted from horror. Angela alone revealed no emotion, beyond a tightening of her eyes and the set of her mouth.
Sylar grinned sadistically. "Oh yes," he said. "I went there."
"You... you...!" Claire huffed, trying to find the words to express her anger.
"Yes," he said, oh so slowly, dragging out the moment. "I LOST THE GAME!!!!"
Claire howled in rage, staring in horror at the words Sylar had written on the walls. THE GAME... THE GAME... THE GAME... THE GAME...
I wrote this right after losing The Game. It just seemed like a good cracky idea. Reviews = love.