A/N: So, let's face it. Sylar is, hands down, one of the most interesting villains I've seen on TV for a long time. And his episode last week just sealed the deal for me, and out of adoration, respect, and fear, along with a good dosage of "Once Upon a December" from the movie Anastasia, and you get this. Fun times! Please leave critique, darlings; I can't expect to nail Sylar on my first go-around. Thank you and enjoy!
Snowglobe
Home.
He's coming home again.
He can't remember the last time he's been there, can't remember when he left or what he thought he would do. And he's returning a hunted man, he's coming back anything but the bright boy his mother kissed goodbye.
Home is full of things he almost remembers.
Home's full of things he wants to remember: dancing bears, painted wings, the world captured in swirled glass Christmas ornaments. And his mother's whole world encased in water and snow, far away and long ago, glowing dim like burned-away memories.
And while the snow globe storm rages outside, he's held, he's holding his mother, they're safe and warm. They're singing their songs in the once-upon-a-December home that they're happy in, that they're trapped in, safe and warm and perfect.
And the world just waltzes on without them.
Home is home, and when Gabriel left, his mother promised he'd always have a place there.
But Sylar, he knows, Sylar doesn't have a place there.
Sylar doesn't have a place in the home he used to know.
His mother loves Gabriel, worships Gabriel, held her boy close while so many silver storms raged outside.
And Sylar doesn't have a place in the snow globe world where everything is safely kept away, kept hidden until the inevitable breakdown.
Until the inevitable breakdown and his hands in her hair, the scissors through her, the blood from her heart, his hands in her blood, the apocalypse spreading between them.
Then he knows: he can never go back to what he used to know.
The snow globe has been broken.
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