It had been two days... two days since she had... er... since she had woken up in a very odd predicament. She hadn't slept since then, too afraid of the incident being repeated, and she hadn't been able to eat a single thing. Everything just didn't taste the same.

Since she'd gotten home she'd tried to pretend like everything was normal. She locked herself in her room at the usual time she'd go to bed, spend all night going something to keep her mind active, like knitting, and then 'wake up' and start the next day like normal. She cooked, cleaned (perhaps a bit more vigorously than normal), but she adamantly refused to go near the meats in the fridge. Just looking at them made her want to hurl.

The second day, mid-afternoon, she was in her room finishing up a sweater she'd started months back, when she felt a prickle of hunger spark to like in her stomach. At first, she felt a flicker of fear, then relief that her system was going back to normal, and then... noticed how unusually delicious her pet tarantula looked. 

That thought had her up and out of her room so fast the door swung shut with a resounding bang. The next moment she was in the kitchen, dragged out vegetables and crackers, and dropped them onto the dining-room table. She was going to gorge herself on not-living things until there was no more room left in her stomach, and then maybe go see a shrink. 

Three crackers and half a stick of celery in, she felt her stomach lurch and gagged, but managed to hold everything in. Commence the whining.

Sylar hadn't really done much in the past few days, his body had felt...oddly tired lately. A dreadful feeling he had some inkling as to what it was, but for now he'd just been sort of lazy and resting a bit. However as always, the monstrous boy was always driven by his stomach, and eventually a rumble in his belly woke him from his sleep. Megan had seemed a bit out of it, and Roach as usual paid no mind to anything but his unique enjoyment of the world around him. Sylar still couldn't tell if Roach was some sort of brilliant mutant humanitarian, or just a crazy talking bug. Either way he still respected him, and continued to follow his orders.

As he left his room and made his way towards the kitchen, he heard the sounds of movement. So somebody was up, and the lack of extra appendages or clicking probably meant it was Megan, who still sounded entirely human whenever she was doing something, making it easy to identify compared to Roach. He turned into the kitchen and stopped for a moment, just what the heck was this woman up to? She seemed to be ravenously attacking some pile of room temperature and chilled objects on the kitchen table with a vengeance. Did she hate what she was eating, or hate something so much she needed to gorge? Sylar had no idea, considering this behavior seemed quite odd for how the girl usually was.

Megan gagged for a moment, and at that moment Sylar realized he should probably announce himself. He lifted his right hand up, and waved his claw at the girl. "Er hey there Megan...you having some lunch?" The boy mouthed awkwardly, not really sure what she was up to or how to approach her at the moment. Especially when all he really wanted was to snag something meaty from the fridge and go back to his bed for another nap. Even though he was spending more time awake in the day here at Roach's place, the boy still seemed to keep a nocturnal rhythm, always groggy in the day light.

Movement. A voice. Her head snapped up so fast she felt dizzy for a second, and he pupils dilated at the kitchen light filtered into them. She was a wreak, not that he could tell as far as she knew. Her hair, the patch of it that ran from her forehead to the nape of her neck, was a mess as it hadn't been brushed in a few days. The circles under her eyes were unusually dark from not sleeping, and her clothes were rumpled. Hurriedly she swatted away and crumbs sticking to her face, ran a hand through her hair, and attempted to appear as normal as possible.

Normal... Everything was normal. Nothing strange going on here!

"Heeeeey, Sylar. Didn't see you th-" She burped, "--there...." Totally normal.

Itching to get up and flee back to her room, she was kept seated by the churning feeling in her stomach. The moment she stood up, she knew she was going to throw up all over the table, and no one needed to see that. So, there she sat.

"Yup... lunch. Crackers and celery. Normal lunch." Yep.

She shoved the vegetable back into her mouth to shut herself up, and ducked her head again.

Megan was acting 110% strange Sylar came to realize as the girl turned her head towards him, and burped mid greeting before fidgeting a bit and talking about a normal lunch. He knew the girl wasn't the biggest meat eater, especially when a lot of the meat here was questionable, but crackers and celery? Maybe she was high or something? He had no idea, so he just sort of chuckled awkwardly as she greeted him. "Uh yeah, kind of feeling hungry myself." He said inching towards the fridge while she continued stuffing vegetables into her mouth like she'd not eaten in a week.

Sylar reached into the fridge and revealed a thick piece of meat, whether it was beef, or lamb, or the other white meat didn't really matter to him, his gluttony for meat was starting to transform into an insatiable appetite for any kind so long as it had once lived and bled. Sylar was unaware that showing off meat in front of Megan might trigger that nasty bit of vomit the poor girl was holding down. He turned once more to her, holding the piece of meat "I guess I'll just have a normal lunch too then?" He tried to smile a bit, a weird gesture that looked very unnatural for the boy as he showed up the nasty fangs that filled his mouth.

He moved over to the cabinet, and began scrounging around for some spices, just salt and pepper really. Most people couldn't hope to handle raw meat, but Sylar had grown pretty accustomed to it, and generally the only thing he really wanted when he ate was the flavor of salt and pepper, just to sate what bits of human taste buds were left in him.

She knew what was going to happen the moment he said 'hungry', and her stomach did a back flip. She knew she was going to have to face it sooner or later, seeing as she lived Roach and Sylar, but she'd been hoping to avoid it until she had a firmer grasp on her insides. Good lord, she never should have left her room,

"Yep." And then she watched him. Followed him with her eyes as he moved to the fridge. She gulped when he found something to eat, felt the blood wash out of her face when it pulled it from the fridge, and forcibly turned herself away.

Don'tthrowupdon'tthrowupdon'tthrowup!

Celery. She stared at the celery like her life depended on it, clamping down on her tongue with her canines while saliva started to build up at the back of her mouth. She needed a distraction, and quick!

"So, uh, Greg have you do anything with him lately? I haven't seen him around..." Not that that meant he wasn't. Stupid bug always seemed to have little buggy ears everywhere...

Megan definately seemed bothered about something, the girl lacked her usual presence and confidence and it sort of made Sylar feel weird. He was never the dominant presence in a room unless he was in "monster" mode, so he decided to ask about it. "You uh...sure you're ok? You seem a little...off today." He said holding up a piece of meat, cold to the touch, but plenty ready to eat after a little warm up in say the microwave, or even just some hot water in Sylar's case.

However Megan seemed to quickly divert the question to Roach, who had been a tad absent as of late. Sylar moved slowly towards the sink, pondering what might be going on in Megan's head. "Er no, not really. He's kind of been hands off lately, so I've gotten a bit lazy I guess." Sylar said in response, realizing himself that his current overabundance of nap time was oddly comfortable but probably not healthy for him. He'd have to go out tonight and really stetch his legs with an old fashioned city raid for a nice dinner.

The meat, feeling the warmth of water quickly became more pliable, and bits of blood began to leak out into the sink, the soft scent of iron escaping into the air. That smell alone got Sylar's stomach to really stir and his mind to wake up, the smell of blood was the ultimate spice. Every predator knew that smell, that taste, that need, and it always got their blood pumping. Sylar took a deep breath, his hunger finally taking over as the boy turned to face Megan once more, wondering what she was up to. "I could say the same about you too actually, haven't seen you much the past few days." He finished by taking a big chunk out of the meat he was holding, that wretched sound of tooth tearing flesh taking over as his speech went silent.

Damnit... She'd actually wanted to ask him his thoughts on what was happening to her. Because... well, he was the only person she knew of that had person experience with turning into a Giant bug. Him not being around kinda ruined her plans of grilling him for information. Which left very little in the way of people and places for her to turn too.

"I've been hanging around." She cringed at her choice of words. It just reminded her of why she'd been avoiding sleep. Bravely turning her head to look at him as he readied his food, something suddenly occurred to her. Roach wasn't the only one who had experience eating...things. Maybe she wasn't out of places to turn after all.

"So... uh.." The smell of blood permeated the air. The contents of her stomach took the smell as its cue to forcibly evacuate her stomach. She barely made it out of her chair and over to the garbage can in time, but knocked her chair over in the process.

Once her tummy was happily empty, she straightened, wiped her mouth on a napkin, and took her seat like nothing had happened. "...I'm a wee bit sick." Using a stick of celery to push around a cracker on the table, she sighed through her nose.

"... How do you deal with... uh... eating.." She didn't want to say it. So she just gestured at his food with her celery. She didn't even know if it was people, or not. "...that."

She must have just been staying in her room the past few days, a similar pattern between all three of them lately it seemed. Though Sylar was used to being alone so the feeling didn't bother him so much. He wasn't aware what had caused Megan to become a shut in the past few days though, his own personal experiences with meat tempered by his innate lust for meat because of his mutation.

She began to call for attention, her words hanging in the air for a moment though before the girl seemed to just explode from her chair and make a rush for the garbage can. Sylar froze, her sudden movement surprising him as the sound following her burst of movement making him even more anxious to be in the room with her. Girls were already trouble, and mutant girls were catastrophes, but Megan just suddenly vomiting in his presence? Who knew what land mine he was about to step on. "Uh...you ok there?" He mumbled the question he'd been asking repeatedly, watching as Megan emptied all the odd food she'd just been eating right into the garbage, to which she responded that she was a bit sick...,Obviously.

"I see, sorry to uh hear that." Sylar said, feeling really weird having watched and listened to the girl throw up, and yet his own stomach was still gurgling angry at him. Sometimes being a glutton was kind of gross he thought. The question she brought up next though, was quite out of the blue. She pointed towards the meat he was holding, questioning how he could eat it. Well raw meat certainly was difficult to consume for most people he figured, his mind completely missing the actual question. "Well...ever heard the saying hunger is the best spice? When you spend a few years basically always hungry, eating raw meat eventually just doesn't bug you anymore." He said staring at her awkwardly.

A lovely moment followed, with Sylar's face showing he hadn't realized she was referring to the type of meat, and that if she wanted the answer she'd probably have to confront the idea of cannibalism directly, something she was surely loathe to do.

Her expression turned dour, and the celery in her hand drooped. Okay, that hadn't worked. Time for another angle.

"I don't eat meat... mostly vegetarian. Helps my mutation." She had little bits of chicken here and there, but nothing big. Well, until recently.

"I meant.. uh.. The memory of what she'd seen popped into the forefront of her mind, she paled and cringed. "... like the type..."

It wasn't like she was strictly against people eating other people. She'd lived with Gregory for years, and had cooked the stuff for him. Her problem mostly revolved around how it had ended up happening, and that she had no feasible reason behind it. She'd just sleepwalked her ass out of bed, jumped some poor slob and eaten him. Good god... what would it do to her mutation? What if she ended up craving it or something?!

The horror of the prospect showed on her face, but was probably lost on the other occupant of the room. She needed to figure this shit out and fast, before something worse happened, or her mind came up with any other terrible possibilities.

"...I think I ate somebody." It came out bluntly, and she stared at him.

Being blind often made conversations awkward for Sylar, his inability to read facial cues or body movements often meant he took things at face value based on the words alone. In this case he had failed to miss that the topic at hand itself was making Megan uncomfortable. Megan mentioned she didn't eat much meat, a sentiment Sylar remembered her saying before. The first meal he'd had with her and Roach actually now that he thought about it. "Oh right, I remember you saying that before." He confirmed, as Megan went on to redefine the question.

The type of meat? Oh like beef or chicken, or...oh right Sylar, you'd recently come into a very unique taste for meat that Roach was mostly behind catalyzing. "Oh...you meant this meat." Sylar sort of mumbled aloud, his mind cluttered for a moment as he was suddenly reminded about the bad habit he was able to indulge in here at Roach's place, that dark lust he kept hidden from his friends but couldn't help but indulge in. "Well um...I think I'm a bit of a special case." Sylar was trying to find the proper way to explain that his craving for flesh was basically as natural to him as everyone else's craving for food was.

Then Megan took a moment to surprise Sylar again, declaring that she'd eaten someone. "Oh...um...uh..." He stopped for a minute and took a breath, Megan was a far tougher person than Sylar, and though they weren't friends, their relationship was at least close enough that she was reaching out to him on something he knew better than her it seemed. "So you ate some of the meat in the fridge or...?" He questioned, curious as to how Megan managed to eat someone, considering her usual stance on meat consumption.

Sylar managed to resist the growing hunger in his own stomach and sat his meat down on a plate, leaving it on the counter and turning his attention to Megan. "Or you ate something still kicking?" He wouldn't have expected Megan to assault someone to eat them, but considering Roach regularly ate people, and was pushing Sylar ever so slowly into the same territory, so perhaps Megan was prone to this dark urge as well, it might explain why Roach kept the 3 of them in the same building.

She squinted at him when it clicked, face screwed up like she was in pain. "Nooo..." Drawing the word out, she plopped her head in her hands and scratched at her scalp.

"I don't know." Honestly, she didn't know if he'd still been kicking. She didn't know if she'd managed to get the upper hand on someone, or how for that matter.

"I woke up in a web, and there were things all bundled up, and there was blood." And a taste in her mouth that mouthwash, toothpaste, and bar-of-soap could get rid of. Acidic.. bitter... wrong.

"I've been having these dreams... like, growing legs and eyeballs.. and.." Drawing in a quick breath, her palms slammed down on the table and she sat bolt upright. "....I think I'm turning into a spider."

Megan's story was starting to sound an awful lot like Sylar's personal fear, the idea of losing yourself to a craving and doing the unthinkable. Part of him wondered if Roach feeding him meat from the fridge was a way to temper his appetite and eliminate those dark craving, but it seemed Megan had gone through he worst experience and had done something with no conscious choice in it. She was stressing, unsure of how to explain it or to ask him about it. The moment her hands slammed into the table though caused Sylar to freeze up a bit, like a startled animal.

Megan's powers were odd for Sylar, the boy having never seen how spiders were, or the wondrous things they could build out of silk. The most he knew about them was they were something many people were afraid of, and had a different smell than bugs. "That sounds...stressful." Sylar wasn't really good at comforting others, even if Megan was going through an experience so similar to his own. "But...you know that's kind of what I go through all the time. I mean I'm always turning more and more into...this monster." He said holding up one of his armor clad arms, the plating shining beneath the light. "And I have the craving too, for meat." He put emphasis on the word, since they both knew what kind of meat they were talking about now.

"Besides, maybe you just killed a guy? I mean that's not uh unusual for you?" He tried to say in his best attempt at a comforting voice, one that wasn't really sincere at all. "Are you sure you actually ate anything? I mean..." Sylar didn't like thinking about this situation, the mere thought of it stirred the beast in his gut, making it hunger for the same scenario. "Did you wake up with a carcass, or half eaten bits?" The only reason Sylar knew what would be at the scene of such a crime was because he'd thought about it so often, feared it for years now, and was always looking for the signs of losing himself to the dark hunger for human beings that was within him.

Holding back an impatient whine, she crossed her arms and commenced bouncing one leg under the table. "Stressful is an understatement." She didn't want to tell him what she thought about his blackout moments, because not only did she not want to envision herself like him in any way, shape, or form, but damnit, this was about her!

Instead, she shook her head at him and fought back the urge to vomit again. "Actually, yeah, it is unusual. I don't usually sprout legs and crawl out my window when i'm tracking down pedophiles."

... Good god... she dearly hoped she hadn't eaten a pedophile...

It was his last questions that gave her pause. "Well.. uh..." ohgoddon'tthrowup "...You see, when spiders eat they--" Pause, slight dry heave, and deep breath. "-- inject venom into the body--" Long pause... Another deep breath. "... which liquefies the insides, and then the spider suc--" Gag. "...sucks it all out..."

Then again, he had a point. She hadn't investigated further than what she could see from a distance. So... maybe it was possible that she hadn't killed him? Or eaten him?... or maybe it wasn't even human?

... Not that she wanted to go back anytime soon, but....perhaps it was the only way to know for sure?

Was hunting down pedophiles a usual part of Megan's routine? If so what an odd odd profession this girl led. He asked if she'd found any evidence of a dark deed, but it seemed she was convinced she'd have eaten the man like a spider does, by liquefying it's prey. Sylar did at least know that much about spiders, from some basic biology books he'd skimmed through once before. However he didn't imagine Megan had any of the equipment necessary to do such a thing.

He gulped audibly as he imagined something that even grossed him out a bit, he might be a meat eater and possible cannibal, but sucking the juice out of someone? That sounded a bit extreme. "Er...well you didn't wake up next to a sucked out husk did you?" He asked again, not sure how to deal with Megan's scenario. She was a bit hysterical, and the smell of vomit in the room didn't really help to calm or clear Sylar's mind. Megan suddenly seemed distracted, losing herself to a thought while Sylar spoke up.

"Where exactly did you...uh do the deed?" He was curious mostly because if he could discern some sort of evidence to her deed, he might be able to help her figure out what was going on.