Prologue-
Primrose Path-
"Unfortunately, the balance of nature decrees that a super-abundance of dreams is paid for by a growing potential for nightmares."
Peter Ustinov
The horror had found him, as he had seen in the visions of starry nights passed…
"Who are you?" Came the terrified voice, as the small body it emanated from cowered and shook in fear.
"Why, that is...quite the question." Came the malevolent sound of a voice full of malice. The dark specter speaking sly sighed.
"I guess since you are so small-" The monster crouched down to look right in the eyes of the aghast child.
"You can call me-" His voice deepened into almost a growl "The Boogeyman."
The Boogeyman's licked his lips in a sight that sent the child's heart thumping against the walls, slamming the veins and vessels around in various panics.
The Boogeyman cackled.
"Your power is going to be so...much...fun, little boy."
The little boy tried to run, as The Boogeyman touched the floor with the tips of his fingers, skin rubbing up against the marble. The cold marble.
The marble changed in feeling on The Boogeyman's fingers, becoming harder, colder and slicker. The black with the intricate orange pattern that made up the floor was quickly overcome by the rushing mass of clear blue ice, the child stopping his tracks.
"Try and run now." Begged the Boogeyman.
The child felt the bare soles of his feet turn cold, the blood vessels reacting to the threat of ice, the stinging sensation as the ice spread up to his knees, the bones and joints no longer responding to signals from the brain, communication breakdown.
The child opened his mouth again to scream at the visage of his feet, ice climbing them with haste. The boogeyman simply put up a finger and said-
"Shh...children are meant to be seen, not heard." The child tried to scream but the boogeyman clamped his thumb and forefinger together, and so went the lips of the child.
The muffled screams sent him into a fit of delight.
"One so young as you never deserved such a marvelous talent, Sanjog."
Sylar put up his fingers and began to saw through the flesh, and then the brain matter with nary his thoughts and a devilish will.
He would try his new power in the morning. But for now, he walked around the small dwellings of the Iyer family, and opened the slightly whirring old refrigeration unit, taking out a bit of soy milk. He opened one of the mahogany cabinets that housed some of the food, with a slight creak. Pulling out a blue cardboard box with smile, Sylar grabbed a bowl laying around.
Sylar opened the box and poured himself a bowl of bran flakes, and ate them at the table next to the half frozen corpse of the little Indian boy, his family strewn throughout the rest of the house.
It had been a fun night.
"The real problem is in the hearts and minds of men. It is easier to denature plutonium than to denature the evil spirit of man."
Albert Einstein