"Your a evil man and you turned me into what I am today, Sylar. I don't buy this little act of yours, not one single bit. You have a choice, him or you."
The gun (that felt almost too right in my hands) that never seemed to leave my side was pointed at the creator of all my nightmares and there was no way it was leaving until at lest one person was dead, preferably Sylar.
"That's a easy one, me. I'm no longer the man who did that to you four years ago, Claire, I changed. I don't care if you believe me or not just please don't hurt my son."
Pity like hate (that ruins like acid through my veins) is hard to sallow back up and push from the mind, hoping it doesn't come back with a vengeance because today isn't the day for sparing lives.
"Don't you worry, Sylar (Gabriel sounds far too good, Sylars just right) He's not the one who's going to die today."
It was as if I was killing the villain of the story (that's gone on far too long with not one hint of a happily ever after) when he's beaten and broken but instead of sparing him, like any good hero would do, I aim for the head.
The heavy brick wall (that covered every single inch of me) that kept everything out and all the tears welling up inside threated to crumble the moment I saw his face. Noah Gray son of a once-upon-a-time serial killer.
"Goodbye kid, I learned how to cope without a father a long time ago. Let's just hope you don't turn into me, Noah."
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