I posted this a while ago and deleted it because I kinda lost inspiration for it, but a new plot bunny woek it up again, and so I'm gonna reposted it, and hopefully add new chapters and characters, the list has increased somewhat from the last time as you know.
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SYLAR
As a little kid, I always liked red. Strawberry jelly, using my red crayon to colour in cars and boats and planes, tomato ketchup smothering my chips at dinner time.
Now looking at the body of Brian Davis lying on the floor of my humble little clock shop, the dent in the back of his head matching the heavy blunt object in my hand, I could see the vibrant red blood leaking out gently, spreading across the floor in a pool.
Red was still my favourite colour, but it meant something else completely now.
Why hadn't I done this before?
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