A/N: I've been meaning to write another Tin Man fic but I found this old thing I wrote quite a while ago...Extremely short but I like it. Based on my idea that Sylar is constantly battling himself mentally; the part of him that murders to become more 'special', and the part of him that doesn't mind being just normal.
This takes place in Season 1, right after Sylar calls Mohinder from Isaac's flat.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the idea for this fic...if I owned Heroes it would be on crack.
You're Not The Only One
Why did I just do that? Why would I call him, of all people? I knew he wouldn't understand.
(I wanted to hear his voice.)
I knew it was a mistake. I knew he couldn't even try to understand, but I called him anyway.
(I miss him more than I should.)
He doesn't have any abilities…he is ordinary, meaningless.
(He is perfect.)
I should have killed him when I had the chance.
(I would rather die than see him hurt.)
All he does is get in my way. He helps those people, who don't want or even deserve their abilities. What's so wrong with me taking them?
(I murdered them.)
I liberated their abilities. If Mohinder helped me…it would be better for both of us. We worked well together.
(I won't kill more innocent people.)
It's a shame he has to die.
(NO!)
Those who get in the way will be eliminated.
(I won't hurt him.)
Poor, sweet Mohinder… You helped me so much.
(He trusted me and I betrayed him.)
I'm almost sad I have to do this.
(I…love him, so much.)
Love is such a weak and pitiful emotion. All it does is cloud your judgment.
(I have never seen more clearly.)
I won't let it cloud mine.
(I won't let you take him away from me.)