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Posted by Sylar on Aug 24, 2014 17:30:58 GMT -6
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Apr 11, 2015 18:15:50 GMT -6
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Still confused both by Noel's change, and his sudden lack of aggression toward Noel, Sylar was ill prepared for the girls sudden screech. Sylar jumped a bit, the monster terrified of the prey, as the boy mumbled and attempted to turn and flee. "Holy crap! I'm go..." his words and distraction caused him to ram directly into a pew, tripping over the wooden seat and hitting another with a loud painful thud. "Crap crap!" He muttered some more as he scrambled to get up and actually make a run for it.
Unable to process anything happening at the moment, Sylar barged through the ruined door he'd torn apart, and tried to back track his way back out of the building. The confusion over the girl and his broken thoughts didn't stop him from recognizing a certain sound though, sirens. Police sirens were bad news, Sylar didn't have any excuse or plan for escaping the cops this night. Stumbling back into the room where this encounter began, the boy nearly tripped over a can of food, trying to grab something to take and have to show for this debacle of an evening. "What the heck is going on, Why'd I pick a fight with some random human? Why haven't I just gone home already!?" The word home suddenly clouded his thoughts, various images trying to claim ownership of that word.
A cold dank sewer, a confusing but welcoming life with a giant bug, and now suddenly the faded memory of a home he'd never seen with his new eyes. An odd welcoming darkness he remembered as his parent's house, a place he hadn't thought of in years. Grabbing a can or two, Sylar bolted out another busted door, turning towards the streets and trying to get a grip on where the police were. Too close, he had to flee, but where? Instinct still remained, even if Noel had altered the boy's memory, and taking over he quickly made for a man hole.
There were too many unanswered questions, and he realized the only people who could help him figure this out was the human he'd just assaulted. And his parents, they had suddenly re-surged into his mind, like some invisible phantom brought into the light, he wanted to know why his entire mind felt altered, confused. Sylar wanted to go home.
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Sylar Alan Scott
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