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Sylar
07 November 2010 @ 04:44 pm

Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to Sylar.

Which movie was this quote from?

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Sylar
25 October 2010 @ 12:36 am
theCome kiss me under the mistletoememe
 
 
Current Mood: angryangry
 
 
Sylar
23 July 2010 @ 03:38 pm
Murder for cash? Hell no. Pleasure.
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Sylar
02 June 2010 @ 08:56 pm
Alright, here's the deal. My mun is obviously insane and I approve of that. Thumbs up to that bitch. If you want a drabble or fic featuring me, you got to go here and pick a prompt.
 
 
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Sylar
I crouch down next to Peter's prone body, stroking the hair away from his eyes, tracing the line across his forehead where I cut into him. There's nothing there now, just a bit of dried up blood, indicating the injury. I can't wait to see what's hidden in his brain, see what I can take and make mine.

We've got all the time in the world. Mohinder lives in such a bad neighborhood. Even with all the screaming moments ago, I can't hear anyone who's even close to coming to check. And my hearing is pretty damn good.

"Let's see what you got..." I mutter it to myself, dislodging the piece of glass in his head before I rip into him. It would only be in the way, especially since it's right where I usually dip my fingers in.
 
 
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Sylar
08 May 2010 @ 04:09 pm
Come fly with me...

Warning: Graphic violence, swearing, death, hot sex. Don't come fucking crying to me if it offends your sensitive self. Also warning if you don't like seeing Nathan die. Oops.
 
 
Sylar
16 April 2010 @ 10:38 pm
Confessions is good for the soul, if you happen to have one. Or so I hear.

Confession Meme // I'm listening
 
 
Sylar

Finding a time traveler and ripping his power out of his skull was the best investment I ever did. There was no limit to the damage I could do with it, to time or to people I detested. It had led me to this time and place, one wet dock in Cork, Ireland. It is raining and cold, but I don't care about that. My focus is on the container in front of me and the person I can feel inside it. If my calculations are correct, I'd be arriving just before someone else finds him.

I wave a finger at the doors, breaking it open and stepping inside. Oh yeah, my information was correct.

"Fancy finding someone like you in here." Cuffed up, no shirt, confused. Fuck, he's practically gift wrapped, ready to ship away. Oh Pete, I'm going to have such fun with this. "You're coming with me, we got to get a move on." I ignore the look he's giving me, snapping the chain of the handcuff instead and grabbing him by the shoulder.


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Current Music: My own evil laugh
 
 
 
Sylar
One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor!

Warning: Graphic violence, swearing, death, hot sex. Don't come fucking crying to me if it offends your sensitive self.