Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the (dun dun) FLOOR!!!
-Drowning Pools bodies
A/N: This whole chapter will be about Sylar acquiring new abilities, at the bottom of each chapter I shall put the abilities Sylar has now.
She was dead.
She lay unmoving on the floor; the blood that poured from her open wound formed a red pool around her unmoving corpse.
Sylar moved forwards quickly, shocked that she had just shot herself. He lifted her limp figure in his arms, raising her off the floor a couple of centimetres. He shook her lightly hoping against hope that she would somehow survive. He dropped her onto the floor, watching her head smash against it roughly.
He decided to set his sights on making himself invincible.
Unstoppable, so that not even the Company would be able to catch him.
He remembered seeing on Chandra's list, a girl in Texas.
The Midlands, with Enhanced memory, that would render them unable to wipe his memories again.
After looking down at the corpse on the floor, he used his Telekinesis to close her eyes. Before he could do anything else remotely human, Sylar teleported.
He arrived outside a diner, the "Burn Toast Cafe" according to the sign above the door. He strode into the Cafe like any other person would, however his black attire granted him a few stares as he walked in.
These stares vanished with a few quick glares and confident smirks. He slipped into a chair by the window, ordered a coffee and began to watch his target. She was chatting with two Asian men; one was quite short and chubby with glasses that kept slipping down his nose. The other was taller, thinner and had no glasses. When his coffee arrived, the waitress put it too far away from him; he flexed his abilities and pulled the mug towards him with his mind. Smirking as he drained it all in one gulp and slid from his chair. No one noticed him as he slipped into the employees' only section of the diner. He stood in the shadows, watching as the girl was ironically trying to rip the top off a can of tinned food.
He raised his finger and ended her life.
Five minutes later, he was in an entirely different part of the country, preparing to gain a new power.
The ability of enhanced reflexes would be very useful to Sylar.
This would allow him to react before something actually physically happens
. He would be able to doge a bullet, evade deadly abilities and even stop someone from touching him.
He watched his victim; a tall blonde haired surfer was polishing his surfboard inside his house, preparing to "ride the waves". Sylar blinked and appeared silently behind him as he stood up. The man whirled around, raising his fist in an effort to punch him. Sylar just threw him against the wall, pinning his there with shards of ice. The man screamed bloody murder before Sylar used his puppet master ability to shut his mouth. "Marcus Johnson, the ability to react before the person acts. Didn't help you here did it. It must have helped while surfing, reacting before the wave's crash down on you, so...useful."
Sylar smirked before continuing, "And now it's mine."
A single finger was raised, and blood hit the floor.
One more ability before the Cheerleaders.
The ability to manipulate shadows.
Sylar smiled at the potential of that ability.
He would be able to look even more mysterious.
With darkness following his path, he would really be something to fear.
Emo was the word that came to mind as he glanced nonchalantly at the teenage boy who would soon be a corpse.
His greasy black hair hung over his heavily make-upped eyes, making Sylar wonder if he could see at all. He was chatting with some other Emo friends, all heavily clad in similar attire.
After about three minutes of talk, he finally went to the toilet.
Sylar got up and strode quickly over to follow him.
When he was in the restroom, Sylar saw the boy making shadows swirl around his hand, until he noticed Sylar, then he spun around and saw Sylar standing there with a ball of flames in his hand. "Fascinating isn't it? These abilities, these powers. Were like gods, were...special." Sylar smirked at the look on the boys face. Oh, and by the way I've come here to kill you."
The boy had no time to react before his skull cap had hit the floor.
He pinned her up against the wall with his arm, the cheerleader bucked trying to escape, and he felt someone launch themselves at him attacking him. Sylar sent her flying into a locker, with enough force to kill. He raised a finger and sliced at the girls head. Blood cascaded down her head, spilling over his hands as he kept her pinned. He saw movement in the corner of his eye. Looking around he saw the girl he had killed standing up, her wounds closing. He had got the wrong girl. A single word came from the girl he had attacked.
"Run."
A/N: Sylars powers :
Intuitive Adaptitute
Telekinesis
Trevor's Ability
Freezing
Clairvoyance
Pyrokenisis
Enhanced Strength (With Fear)
Puppet Master
Gravitational Manipulation
Enhanced Memory
Enhanced Reflexes
Shadow Manipulation