I Remember You
Prologue
15 Years After Volume 5: Redemptoin
No one was sure when life had decided to stand still-there were no windows inside the storage like club, and the only lights there were simply there to play tricks on the eyes. Low white lights, flashing colored ones… it was all a type of disguise to help people hide amongst the crowd. A smile graced itself across Sylar stubly faceand he tried to ignore the pain in his chest. It would be gone soon. His brown eyes closed for a brief moment as he relished in the feeling of the blood-both on his hands, and slashed across his face.
He let out a breath, his eyes flying open again. The pain wasn't going away…
Sylar's brown eyes slowly lowered as he touched the gaping whole in his torso. He had been shot, he had known that much from the pain, but he wasn't the hell wasn't he healing? His eyes shut tightly and he fell to his knees-his breath becoming deep and ragid. It had been years since he had felt true pain… he had been injured, yes, in fact several times. However, the pain was always gone within a few seconds. Why was today any different? He lifted his head, his shoulder rising and falling heavily with each growling breath he took.
His eyes fell on a sinlge man standing in front of him-the only person in the room that was standing at all. There were no words, not at first. No, first there simply a moment of recognition between the two. Their eyes met, then observed. As if they were two gods standing triumphant amongst the ruins of the earth they once ruled over.
"I… tried…" the growl of his breath was developing into a squeak-the whole picture of the room finally sinking in.
The man stepped towards him, circuling the broken man. "I know." It was a curt response, one that Sylar expected. "Then I suppose you know why I am here." He stood in front of him, looking down his nose.
Sylar looked up at him. "You're here… to kill me…" he panted. "…you're the only one…" he swallowed the bit of blood that was accumulating in his mouth. "…only one who can…"
He crouched down in front of Sylar, looking him in the eye. "I cannot kill a man who is looking for a savior."
He laughed a little-though his laughter translated as more of a growl. "I ran out of time for a savior… years ago…"
The man tilted his head a little to the side, lifting his hand towards Sylar's face. "Then perhaps I could give you some more time."
Ten Years Later
He wasn't what the first thing registered was-the sunlight streaking in through the window, or the eight year old child jumping up and down on the bed next to him. Either way, he was sure this was not the proper way to be woken up.
"Daddy!" The little boy screamed while he was suspended in the air.
He brushed his dark hair from his eyes just in time to see the kids face before he landed square on his stomach forcing a loud 'oofe' from his father. He giggled, appreciating he reaction he got from him. The man sat up in bed, hunched over his stomach. He eyed his son through squinty brown eyes.
"ANDY!" A female voice called from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready!"
He nodded, stumbling out of bed. "Yeah-yeah, I'll be down in a minute!" he picked his sweater up off the end of the bed, pulling it over his head.
He turned towards the little boy as he slid in his glasses.
"You ready for some breakfast, Champ?"
