Chapter 4
Things seemed different to Sylar now that he was back at home, doing nothing. He didn't feel like fixing clocks or even going within a twenty-foot radius of the complex, all he was thinking about was Ophelia.
Ophelia…
Her name dwelled in his head so many times that it invaded everything, all of his memories. Anger stirred within him; how he so wanted to kill that James Gisbourne…that freakin' jerk. As he thought of them his eyelids began to droop and sleep took him.
Sylar was dreaming...but it didn't seem like it because it felt very real. It was the wedding day, the day that his Ophelia was to wed the sleezeball James Gisbourne. He was in a tuxedo, all suave and debonair…something he hasn't been for a very long time.
He was standing near the back of the church, facing the pews when he heard footsteps. Sylar turned around and he saw Ophelia, in a beautiful wedding dress that had been torn to pieces leaving her almost completely naked, running up to him. Not that far behind her was James, his tuxedo untouched and with a knife in his hand,
"Come out, come out wherever you are…" said James, smirking.
Sylar took her into his arms and comforted her, she was in tears. He caressed her hair,
"Do not worry my love, I'll protect you," he whispered.
But before he could begin to make a move James was there and he threw Sylar against the wall, leaving him unable to move. For some reason Sylar couldn't control his powers, as if it had never existed. He closed his ears and eyes in fright as he saw James begin to brutally rape Ophelia. He didn't want to be there anymore…something had to be done
Sylar woke up screaming, shaking frantically.
What a dream…
His lazy eyes looked over at his bedside clock and he noticed that he had been out for a mere twenty-four hours. He didn't even realize he was out for that long.
Sylar got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a hot shower; he closed his eyes as the water fell over his body. He was finally relaxed. Then he remembered that he had a plan, a plan to destroy those 'heroes' forever. He knew that he had to get there powers, but there was something more terrifying going on that he had to fix right now…and that was Ophelia and James. Mostly Ophelia…inside he wanted to save her…and another side he was lusting for her.
He had never had those feelings before, not for any other woman. But Ophelia was like an angel sent from above to promise him redemption from his crimes. She cared about him more than anyone in school and she was willing to do anything to spend some time with him. And he was sort of glad that she didn't have a special ability, because he would probably want to take it for his own as well.
When he got out of the shower he changed into some black jeans and a black t-shirt, his hair all scruffy as it as always been since Sylar was created. He was just about to walk out of the door when there was a knock; it sort of sent him jumping a little. He reached for the doorknob and she was there; his little angel.
"Oh, hey 'Phelia," said Sylar, smiling
Ophelia gave a big heart-warming smile, "'Phelia…I haven't heard that in such a long time. I miss it,"
"Well you don't have to miss it any longer," he said
"I was in the neighborhood and I was wondering if you wanted to do something today," she said, smiling happily
"Sure, anything you want," said Sylar, grinning
"Let's go and get some coffee, and we can catch up on everything,"
"Sounds great,"
"Cool," said Ophelia, smiling big
Sylar liked that about her, her charm could bring him to her knees. He stepped out and locked the door, they both walked out of the complex smiling at one another.
It wasn't long until they reached the nearest café, so they both took a seat and the waitress took their orders.
"So, how's life with you?" asked Ophelia, leaning on her elbows
Sylar shrugged, "Oh it's so-so. Been traveling a lot, got to see so pretty neat stuff,"
"Oh really? And you didn't get me anything?" she said with puppy-dog eyes
"I didn't know that you wanted anything," he said, chuckling
"Oh well, it's my loss I guess. You get to see anything interesting?" asked Ophelia
"Oh yeah, lots of things," said Sylar, grinning, "People with strange abilities,"
Sylar didn't know what was coming out of his mouth, it sounded like he was going to tell Ophelia about his secret.
"Strange abilities…like what? Flying?" asked Ophelia
Sylar nodded, "And many more, more extraordinary than just flying," he said
"Wow, and do you have any…you know…" Ophelia looked down at her hands, "…strange abilities?"
He knew she was going to ask this question at some point, he brought his hand on hers and sighed.
"Yes,"
Ophelia looked down, "And all this time…you never told me?" she said, her eyebrows furrowing
Sylar sighed, "No, it happened a little more than six months ago. I was away from you then so I couldn't tell you,"
Ophelia only nodded, she didn't feel like saying anything right now. Neither did Sylar for if he blurted out anything about Ophelia's relationship with the two-timer James then he would make it worse.
It was a long and awkward silence, even after the waitress gave them their coffees. Sylar drank his slowly and quietly; Ophelia barely touched hers. But then moments later she finally spoke,
"What is your power?"
"I have…several," said Sylar, sighing
"How did you get them?" she asked, curious
Sylar closed his eyes, he didn't really want to tell her for it may destroy their friendship…and any hope of having a relationship farther than 'just friends'.
"I…cut open their head and eat their brains," said Sylar in a low voice
Ophelia sat there open-mouthed; she couldn't believe what she was hearing, she didn't want to believe it. She looked away from him and stared at the street, tears beginning to fall from her eyes.
Sylar saw her crying and tried to reach for her to dry them off, but she slapped his hand away. He was shocked, she never hit him like that before; maybe when they're playing, but not when it was serious.
"I'm…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings," said Sylar, whole-heartedly
Ophelia remained silent; Sylar couldn't stand the silence so he just stood up,
"I am sorry you know. If I wasn't special then I wouldn't have done that to those people," he said
It was amazing, a serial killer confessing to a simpleton of his crimes…if anyone had heard their conversation Sylar would have been thrown into jail then and there. Sylar was about to turn away when a hand snagged his jacket; he turned and saw that Ophelia had grabbed it.
"You are special…to me," she said, her eyes sincere
Sylar took her hands in his, "You really think so?"
Ophelia nodded, "Yes,"
"But what about James?" he asked, remembering that it was his fiancée that he was holding in his hands.
"James, he…" she started, looking down
"What? What is it?" asked Sylar, concerned
"We're not together anymore; I broke up the engagement,"
