Sylar opened his eyes and a smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. He breathed in deeply, enjoying the sensation of his body accepting his new power. His mind felt alive with electricity, he imagined thousands of tiny, almost wire-like connections fusing together with sparks of energy. Standing up, he glanced slowly around the room, which not too long ago had been occupied by two people. There was a mess at his feet that would horrify any normal person, but he ignored it. He was different to everyone else and normal rules did not apply. He was special.
Cocking his head to one side he surveyed the surroundings. Broken glass littered the scene and random torn pieces of fabric, and what could have been yesterday's newspaper, had started to soak up the pools of blood congealing around the floor. A small, wooden coffee table lay in pieces, splinters sticking out in jagged spikes where the wood had connected with a body and broken under the sheer force of their union.
Truth be told, Sylar had been surprised with the amount of resistance he had been met with, and he rubbed the back of his head where it had been struck in the struggle earlier. If he was honest, he had rather enjoyed their tussle. It was more often the case that people would realise they were going to die and would just succumb to his power. His eyes flickered to the corpse briefly, and he inclined his head in a short nod. He had quite liked the small shock of surprise that hit him when Zane fought back, it made him respect his unlucky prey a little more than the others, who would cry and beg for mercy and scream.
He let his eyes wander across the room, looking for something to test out his new power. His gaze rested on a small nest of tables next to the blood-spattered couch. He made his way over, looking for a small object that, he assumed, would be pretty easy to melt. Instead, he saw a packet of cigarettes that lay open with only a few missing. He inspected the packet and smirked at the warning sign that claimed 'Smoking Kills'.
"How ironic. I guess you can't believe everything you read." He mused aloud and smirked. He took out a single cigarette and placed it between his lips, glancing around for a lighter. He looked back towards the body and narrowed his eyes as the missing piece of the puzzle clicked into place.
"People are so predictable." He chuckled and stood over the corpse. Nudging it so that the body was face down in the carpet, Sylar spotted the small bulge in the back pocket he was looking for. He reached in and pulled out Zane's Zippo lighter. One of the corners had been bashed in, presumably during their fight, but with a quick flick the lighter worked and a small flame allowed Sylar to light his cigarette. He took a long, deep, drag and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the small hit of nicotine. He let out a satisfied sigh as he exhaled, and again turned his attention back to the corpse.
"Was that as good for you as it was for me?" He laughed quietly to himself and raised the cigarette back towards his lips.