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A/N: None, really.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes.
Warnings: Character Death.
Looking Glass
Or something more familiar...
Sylar couldn't get the thought out of his head as he stared into the mirror. He had duplicated almost everything in the house. For a brief second he had contemplated duplicating the body, but he had quickly decided against that.
More familiar...
He looked into the mirror once again.
...if that's what you're into.
He couldn't resist, it was just too tempting of an idea.
He looked at the mirror one last time, studying his reflection intently, memorizing every detail and then closed his eyes. He listened to his heart, his organs, his blood. Everything.
He breathed out.
It was an odd feeling duplicating yourself.
Not a particularly painful feeling, just an odd sort of one.
It almost felt like the sound of velcro separating, but different than that. Softer. Perhaps something like oil and water. Or watching sand falling in an hourglass, over and over and over. Trying to separate those grains of sand.
He jolted, the sensation suddenly gone, replaced with a new, but equally odd one. Like a part of him was missing and yet somehow still there.
He opened his eyes then and saw... himself.
Sylar studied himself carefully, slightly wary of the duplication, but all the other did was study his hand, lifting it in front of his face and watching the movement his fingers made in either something like wonder or...
He frowned.
Or something more like horrific glee.
He closed his eyes for a second, concentrating on hearing, listening to both of their hearts beat in unison. The same one-two, one-two sounding at exactly the same time. The same sound of their blood rushing through their veins echoing in his head.
He opened his eyes then and narrowed them at the other, who still paid him no attention.
It would be very tempting, he thought, very tempting.
He closed his eyes once again, listening more intensely than before, searching for something beyond the sound of their hearts beating, beyond the blood flowing. Something... something...
He could understand.
His eyes snapped open at the thought, but the other was looking at him now.
Far too intently.
He couldn't move. He almost couldn't breath.
Too late.
His own telekinesis was being used against him.
"What do you think you're doing?" he tried to yell, but the only sound that came out was a strangled breath.
The other- Sylar stepped towards him. And smiled.
"We understand how things work. And now I can understand how we both work- how I work- better than ever before. We never dreamed duplication could be as useful as this. You never dreamed of it, anyway. I, on the other hand..."
He glared at himself, struggling against the telekinetic-hold, but it was useless. All his power was being met back with equal force. More force, actually.
Entirely useless.
Sylar lifted his hand, finger pointed out as a weapon.
It was only then that he truly realized his error in creating the duplication. It wasn't just a duplication as he had thought or even a reflection, it was himself. He had created himself...
And he was a monster.
"And you're right..."
Pain.
Blood.
Red blotting out the image of himself before him.
"It was too tempting."
Nothing.
Sylar looked into the mirror.
He traced his reflection, blood smearing across and distorting it as he went.
It was very tempting to look again.
He could not resist.
He closed his eyes.