It's the end of the world flames and all; it's the end of world, the end of me and the end of her.
She, her I still have her heart torn and worn trapped in a cage next to mine. It's beating twice as much as mine, beating to break free, and beating until it can't beat anymore.
All I see is red, red blood and red rage filling me up until all I am is red.
I'm dying, I'm dead, and all I want to do is change, or do I? Why, why would I ever do such a thing? For her, for her, for the one and only feeling of love I had. I could change for her; I need to change for her.
But do I have the chance? Is it all in vain? Is it too late?
I see her eyes, tears filling but trying to hide that she cares that she cares for someone lost, for someone that she hates with every bone in her body.
All I see is her as I begin to slip into darkness, darkness that will be all I am, darkness.
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"Don't go. He'll kill you if you go. I won't let him take anyone else from me, I won't!"
If I wasn't so weak I would be on my knees begging or holding him down away from windows or doors. But here I was, sniffling saying whispers and hoping he would fold to my pleadings.
I knew his answer before he did, I hated myself for being so selfish but I wasn't going to let him go without a fight.
"I have to, Rose. I have to."
"I know I know I'm just being silly. Get your things, I'm going with you."
His whole body went into attack mode as soon as I said those words and jumped to my feet not as weak as I thought.
"No-"
"Yes. I heard you talking; I'm the only hope with trying to stop you. Miss Force field remember, and just like you I have to. Don't even think about stopping me, I'm a hero, you're a hero so let's go and save the world!"
"Let's go save the world with a pansy, a secret agent that tried to kill me and an itty-bitty cheerleader? Let's go for it! But one thing first love birds, no kissing, hugging or any other kind of contact."
"Claude!"
"Claude!"
"And no talking at the same time, now were off!"
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We were seconds, ticking away waiting for it, holding our breath and wanting the wait to finally end. Just a call away and we save the world or we die trying. Some would want to stand tall and take in the breath of victory but I would rather fall and take my last breath filled with peace.
Strange yes, but is still something.
His words hit me in the wrong way, 'we're going to find him' I didn't feel what I thought I would, I felt guilt tugging at my heart when I thought that relief would be settling in my bones.
He doesn't deserve guilt or any kind of compassion, not with what he did to me and the rest of them.
It's just we were going to find him and kill him, and all I wanted to do was find the real him hidden under the mask. We took our steps faster, wanting it to come and go.
Then it was all gone, we weren't waiting any more just falling to the floor. A flash of light pushed us apart and then all it was, darkness.
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"Peter?"
When my eyes slowly opened I found that I was no longer surrounded by buildings and streetlights, no I felt the cool carpet on my face and found that I was in a place that was familiar, too familiar. Fear closed up my throat, and shock made me cry out like a child close to tears.
"No, oh god no."
Home sweet home, home that once was a place I went only in my nightmares, but here it was clear as a bell and so was he.
The cry turned from sorrow to joy as I saw him, HIM, the him that had been dead for too long. He was grinning away at that silly little model train of his, making improvements where none were needed.
"Hey, coming in! Is Rose here?"
My smile dropped and so did my senses, everything seemed to go numb as I saw him smiling and what today was today was the day from my nightmares. Today was the day he murdered my brother.
Screams, whispered or yelled just flew past them as they just went on and on, fake smiles and sweating palms.
I try to close my eyes, not see the blood, see the terror but something keeps them wide open and all the screams held inside come trembling out like hissing snakes.
'Feel guilty for him now, Rose, want to spare his life? I guess not.'
Shaking I woke to the sounds of the city and Peter's uneven breaths hot on my face. He's awake, staring at the screaming girl in both wonder and shock worry covering every inch of his face, the crooked smile now a crooked frown.
"Thank God, are you ok? I don't know what the hell happened! I saw someone I thought was dead."
"Me too, and I saw someone that is going to be dead very soon."
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The call came, ringing loud in our ears like church bells, and we were up and about still shaking from our not-dreams.
His voice came through in pieces but soon we were running as fast as our feet would take us, frowning on the outside and grinning like fools on the inside.
He came like a hurricane and blew us all off our feet, hands still bloody and face sick with delight as his eyes fell on us. Bennet was first, knocked out with the first hit, and then they were face to face, as I stood and watched the hero and villain.
Every part of me was inflamed with anger as his eyes fell on me, the delight wavering only for a second, looking melancholy, but he would have no pity from me.
"Let's see who's the villain and who's the hero today, who gets the girl and saves the world. I bet it won't be you, Mr. Exploding-man? What do you think? Can you bear to kill her along with haft of New York?"
He stepped closer, placing an invisible hand around Peter's throat, and a grin of a villain filling out his cheeks.
I ran, I ran right into him, all the anger boiling over and for a moment I was afraid that soon there would be nothing left of him but shreds.
"ROSE!"
He pushed me back a safe distance, too soft and too nice, I wanted mean I wanted the monster the he was not the thing that he pretended to be.
It wasn't much but it was enough, he looked from me to Peter who was surrounded by a force field so strong that no one or thing could get passed it.
The pressure of it was draining me; in no time my knees could no longer support me and fell to the ground. It came with pain blinding but I still held on and I would go until every last bit of strength was gone.
"Don't speak, don't say a word to me Sylar, just lay there and watch me save the world from YOU."
My voice came out stronger then the rest of me, a soft growl to my words and a glare to my eyes as I watched him. His words were filling up in him and soon I was going to a spot on the sidewalk along with the rest of the world, I felt the numbness settling in and welcomed it. I was killing myself without him there to do it.
"I love you."
His words were stings, tiny knifes cutting into my skin and each word brought sickness.
"I hate you, Sylar. I loved, Gabriel."
When his eyes found me, sad and glossy I thought that there might be a chance, a flicker of hope in all of this dark, but for the millionth time I was wrong. He was walking, coming closer and somehow I wanted him too, but then in a flash, the clink of a blade he was gone gasping for air as it went in.
"YATTA!"
A smile, red and strange was on his lips then all I saw was gray.
Peter was calling, Peter was yelling, tears in his words as the protection began to flicker and finally faded into nothing but air.
I was dead but I could see, see him lighting up like a birthday candle, they came in twos, first the girl then the brother with eyes as big as moons as they flew, flew away and then I died.
Or I hoped I did.
END OF VOLUME ONE.