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The Root of All Evil - Sylar

Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 582
Rating: G (I know - it's a miracle)
Prompt: #35 Wise Through Experience for 100_fairytales
Picture for scifi_muses
Notes: Sylar does some thinking...

I’m not sure when it dawned on me that they’ve always been watching me. I was oblivious to it when I was Gabriel of course. Back when I was a good little boy, Virginia’s angel, who would never hurt anyone I had no reason to think I was being watched. But the more I’ve learned about the Company, the more I know they were always there. Someone was always watching and waiting for me to manifest my abilities. They knew what my destiny was, and they did everything they could to make sure it happened.

When I first took over the shop, I had to fight so hard to make ends meet. I used to sleep in the back, going to my mothers to take showers at night, and then back to the shop with a book to sleep. I wasn’t destitute, but I was close to it. Every single penny mattered, and I couldn’t afford very much. I drank tea because it was cheaper than coffee, and it was easier to fix on a hot plate. I read the same books over and over again because I couldn’t afford to buy a new one. Finding a current best seller on the seat in the subway was a treasure for me back then.

Then after Chandra came to see me, that all changed. I didn’t only have Brian’s amazing power at my disposal, I suddenly had customers. People from all over New York were bringing me their clocks and watches to repair. Socialites and the upper crust came to me, looking for rare pieces and refurbished antiques like my Sylar. I was making enough money to pay mom’s rent, the shop’s, and I finally could afford my own apartment.

It wasn’t luck that brought me more customers. It was the Company. They wanted me where they could keep an eye on me. What they weren’t counting on was the nagging guilt tearing me apart for what I did to Brian. Back then I wasn’t comfortable with being a murderer the way I am now, so I decided on a different sin when I tried to kill myself. They showed their hand then when Elle came to me to play my savior. If only I’d known then what I do now, that she was a lying bitch sent by Bennet to prod me into becoming a monster like my father.

That’s the key you see. Once I found out that my real father was like me, all the pieces fell into place. The Company knew about Samson Gray. They knew what a monster he was, and they wanted me to be like him. They wanted me to be their pet killer, so they sent Elle to seduce little Gabriel. Too bad she fucked it up. As for Trevor, what a piece of shit power that was. I should have killed her instead.

But they were watching me then. They are watching me now. It doesn’t matter where I am, or what I’m doing. I’ve sought redemption. I’ve found a way to keep from killing, but for them I will always be the monster. I will always be evil. No one cares that I’ve found an outlet for my hurt and rage. No one cares that I’m not stalking the night.

I could end world hunger, but I’d still be blamed if a child lost his balloon at the circus.

I am Sylar. I am the root of all evil.

Didn’t you know that?

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