Author's Note: Written in late September. First heroes story EVER. I adore Sylar! He is the best villain out there! Anyways… enjoy! Please R&R!
Disclaimer: Character credit goes to Heroes.
Sylar's Sentiments
Removing the top of the head was comparingly the easiest part of the process; his sadistic tendencies drank in the screams and pleas. Some days when he got bored, he would change his strategy of lure; playing different games before claiming them as his victims. Assuming his practiced role of troubled costumer was sometimes too easy for the developed 'powers' of a select few, yet in contrast he thoroughly enjoyed distrusting the more vulnerable of them.
He just loved to destroy…
Passion for the grotesque radiated off of every inch, reaching out for the slaughter. He knew he needed it soon: the warm, crimson, flowing river enveloping his palms as he gained more power.
He had the power…
More and more, a continuous circle of: triumph control, fading, emptiness, urgent need, action, triumph.. All which led to enlargement of the body count he trailed behind, mercilessly. No one could stop his 'habit' not without becoming a murderer themselves; this fact brought a smirk to his face regularly. He would win, no matter what anyone did.
And yet he still felt nothing.