A/N: My first semi-Mylar. I'm so proud. Take note that I don't believe this to be a split-personality fic, I believe Sylar is just arguing with himself. We've all done it at times, and it doesn't mean we have split-personalities. But, if you want, it can be taken that way. In which case, the italics would Gabriel and the bold print would be Sylar. Just to make it easier on everyone, I've added more than dialogue (which the original plan was to be, just dialogue and Sylar arguing with himself) and am personally proud of it. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: Oh, yeah. Kring heard my birthday is five days away so he called and said he'd give me Heroes. Not. Come on, do really think they'd let me anywhere near Zach, Sendhil or Milo? Please, I'd be shouting for Mylar or Pylar and fainting way too much. Although my birthday is really five days away.
Season: One. Set in The Hard Part, during the infamous call between Sylar and Mohinder.
Spoilers: None really, but you won't quite know what's going on unless you've seen The Hard Part.
Warning: Ever-so-slight bit of a suggestion of a relationship that may or may not be slash.

Save me, Mohinder. Stop me. He can't, he won't.

A click. "Hello?" Mohinder's voice crackled beautifully over the phone. Oh, God. If you could only see it. Stop it, Mohinder. Like he'd help you.

"Mohinder. It's me. I need your help." More than you know.

"Sylar?" He's disgusted. No, please. No.

"I think I'm gonna do something bad." You can stop it, only you. Help.

"You're a murderer. You don't get the luxury of regret." Mohinder scoffed. Told you so. No, no, no!

"You don't understand. I think I'm gonna kill a lot more people. A lot more. I understood it before, the killing. It was natural selection. But this time it's different." So much more different. He won't listen.

A pause. "What are you talking about?" Oh, thank God.

"An apocalypse. A massacre. Half the city gone in an instant. They mean nothing. They're innocent. There's no gain, so why would I do it? What reason could I possibly have for killing so many?" Surely you know, doctor. Surely you can stop me. Wait! What's that noise?

"Wait, listen. You don't have to if you're truly repentant about what you've done. Turn yourself in." Hang up, he betrayed you. Why, Mohinder? Why? You could've saved me, saved them!

"I can hear you dialing 911. It was a mistake to call." I told you.

"No! Wait. Sylar? Sylar!" Hang up.

His phone dropped the call.

And now what? Run crying to mommy 'cause your crush rejected you?

"Yes. Mother." Sylar's gaze swept over his painting once more. "She's my last hope."

A/N: Thanks for reading, I beg thee to review. For review make me happy, and happiness inspires stories and crackfics. You like crackfics, don't you? Well, go on. Review!

I remain your obedient Authoress,

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