Part VII: Sacrifice

Sylar got out of his cage immediately. What this boy could do was frightening. Before Sylar made his next move, the boy spoke.

"Father…" uttered the boy.

Sylar stopped and looked at his son. The boy suddenly ran up to Sylar and gave him a hug. This took Sylar by surprise.

"…"

"Father, it's really you! You're finally here!"

Sylar was confused, but went along and embraced the boy's head to his stomach. Sylar was too tall to return the hug appropriately.

"I don't understand…" said Sylar.

"He wasn't my real father. He treated me like a tool. I didn't like it. When he told me that my real father was coming soon, I was excited. I saw your fights; I saw what you could do! You're amazing."

Sylar was happy to hear this. His son was praising his father. Maybe they could live together after all… But Sylar's hopes were shattered when he heard his son's next words.

"Let's take over the world together. Me and you. We're so powerful. The world belongs to us!" said the boy in excitement.

This broke Sylar's heart. It was too late; Hohenheim's influence had already taken over the mindset of this young boy. He had already acquired the lust for power. He didn't even feel any remorse for killing the maniac. At such a young age, who knew what kind of monster this boy would turn into. He was too dangerous. Sylar had been prepared for this moment originally. He knew that this child was his responsibility. He had to do what had to be done.

Sylar took one of his hands and patted the boy on the head.

"I never ever thought I'd be a father," said Sylar, "I never knew it would happen."

"But you are now, and I'm your son. We're going to be together forever. I can't wait to see the rest of the world. Aren't you as excited just as I am?"

"Well... I definitely know things will be different for both of us now," said Sylar.

"You're right. It'll be so much better now. Just me and you on top of the world," said the boy.

The child continued his firm embrace on his father while babbling about their future. Sylar nodded his head in approval and said "yes" to whatever his boy was saying. He had to keep the child distracted as he quietly levitated a metal pole with his mind. It slowly came to them from the distance. When it was in close proximity, Sylar positioned the end of the pole diagonally, aiming directly for the boy's skull. The child was completely oblivious to the object floating in mid air behind him.

"So what do you say dad?" asked the child.

"I say… that the world doesn't need people like us."

"Huh?" asked the child in worry.

"I'm sorry, but it can't happen. I can't allow it to. That's not the way the world works."

"So you don't want to be with me?" asked the child.

"I wish you could understand that there is more to this world than just trying to be the strongest."

"…you don't love me then?" the child started to cry.

"I do, but, this wasn't the way it was supposed to happen…You weren't supposed to be like this. I'm sorry…" Sylar held his son closer to him. "This'll hurt me a lot more than it'll hurt you."

Upon those words, Sylar launched the metal pole directly into his son's head. The difference between their heights made the pole go through the child's skull but only through Sylar's torso. The child died instantly while Sylar had to suffer the penetrating pain of the pole piercing his abdomen.

"…So this is it… it's finally over. In the end…" said Sylar as he choked on his own blood. His last words uttered before death claimed him.