Oh wow, it's been a while since I updated. But with last night's episode... I couldn't resist.
Takes place during "Dual".
Slowly but surely, he was gaining complete control over himself again.
It had been hard, at first, to keep himself from killing every person he met, as a way to funnel his fury. He had gone so long without blood on his hands, and it felt so good to have all that understanding, to know exactly what made a person tick. After E- after that woman with the lightning power who he was not going to think about, not right now, he had found himself dedicated solely to one purpose. There were no heroes, no villains. There was no right or wrong. There were only lies and the truth- and he was getting pretty damn sick of lies.
Landers and the other petty employees, they meant nothing. He even enjoyed the carnage. But he had to work to hold himself back from killing the man in the elevator- and that was new for him. Never before his whimsical good-guy days had he tried to keep from killing someone, not without a specific purpose. It was a new step for him.
And what was very interesting was that he felt more and more clear-headed with every person he killed. Arthur Petrelli- not Father, that man had never been a father, not even to his biological sons. The guards at Primatech. The yelling guy, the man with the metal arm, the disgustingly perverted puppet-man. Everything was so obvious, now that there was no right or wrong, and he was starting to wonder how that family of Petrellis had ever managed to fool him in the first place.
His view on life was black and white, before he had been captured, with him on one side and the world on the other. Then everything had exploded into color, to the point where he was blinded and unsure of where he belonged- but now, he was seeing others in shades of gray. He had the 'good guys' to thank for it, so wouldn't it be interesting to open their eyes, as well? And, of course, it was ever so much fun to watch them scuttle around like so many little spiders, doing their best to sting the giant before he could step on them.
Meredith Gordon. He had nothing personal against her, but he didn't like her attitude, and he didn't approve of mothers who deserted their children. And she could be a useful tool.
Angela Petrelli. He was going to get answers out of that woman, and then he was going to watch her die. She had seen him at his weakest, fooled him. That simply couldn't be allowed.
Noah Bennet. Did he even need to list the many grievances he had against the man? He would kill him, someday- but he would wait until he had shown everyone who knew the man how evil he truly was. Especially Claire.
Claire… Claire was still fascinating. Claire was still changing. Claire was not reacting exactly as he had expected her to, though she still went running straight back to her father, bless her misguided little soul. And Claire was the most fun to toy with, because where the others remained obstinately sure that they were right and mostly ignored him, she reacted, she believed every word he said. Why wouldn't she? He only told the truth.
He rather liked to think that he was solely responsible for changing her from the girl who ran away to the cold-headed young woman she had become, a person who was able to glare him down fearlessly while he held her up against the wall, but he couldn't take all the credit.
He wasn't the only monster, after all.