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Sylar
That son of a gun tried to kill me! What the hell?! I wasn't doing anything wrong, at least I don't think I was. All I was doing was making his daughter see that she and I were more alike than anyone will ever think. Just when I had her, Bennett came in and ruined everything. Daddy trying to defend his daughter from big, bad Sylar. He shot me, that little bastard. Got me good too. One bullet to the shoulder and the other to my left side. His aim is terrible; he missed all my vital parts.
I should be healing now, but it's taking longer than usual. Could it be because of the bullets still lodged in the wounds? I don't know if they passed through or not, nor do I know how to take them out if they happen to still be there. Or is it possible that maybe the healing ability only works for a temporary time or under certain circumstances? I don't know, but I feel weak…and I hate it. I know I have to find somewhere I can heal, but it's proving-
What's this? A church? Oh perfect, if where I used to live wasn't bad enough! But given my circumstances, what other option do I have? Honestly, what other? The door's unlocked, a foolish move that can get anyone killed. I go in, only to find it empty.
"Must've been abandoned" I think as I navigate through the darkness.
I find a downward spiral staircase and choose to take its course, whatever it may be. I learn, quite painfully, that it's hard to walk down steps when you've been shot in two places.
When I reach the bottom, I find I'm in luck. It's like a whole other room with furniture and plenty of living space. Could it be that someone else may live here? I find myself not caring as I fall onto the couch, which makes me remember why I'm here in the first place. I have to stay here for the time being, at least until I know I can heal again.
A/N: How was that? I know it was a little OOC for Sylar, but I'm trying. Like said, this is a first for me. Next chapter: Readers meet Celine. R and R please!