Sylar - Gabriel Gray

It was dark. I could see her moving back and forth across the windows, her shadow shifting over the curtains. Years I’d waited after promising Peter that I wouldn’t kill Angela, but Peter was gone now. I don’t think he thought his mother would outlive him. I certainly hadn’t. I assumed someone else she hurt would put a bullet between her eyes, or she’d be poisoned by her own evil.

But it would be my hands that wrapped around her throat. She looked up at me when I appeared in the room. No fear in her eyes. “I’ve been waiting.”