That doesn't mean the urge to isn't there. I can feel it. I can see it in your eyes too. It takes a lot for you to keep it in check.... Besides, you like letting go.
I've never said it was gone. You don't think I can feel it, churning inside of me, begging to be let go? It's part of me, and I'll never be rid of it. But I control it. It doesn't control me.
Yes, is that what you want to hear? Part of me, that dark part misses it. The freedom. The power, but that's not who I am anymore. If it was, I'd have killed you by now.
"Fuck it! Is that what you want? You want me to become a killer again or do you just want me to kill you?" I appear in front of him and wrap my hand around his throat raising him off the ground like I had in Mohinder's apartment so long ago. "You don't have the balls to kill yourself so you want me to do it?"
I can't keep the grin off my face even as I fight for breath. I can't talk either, my hands come up wrapping around his wrists. I could easily kick him in the nuts, but I don't. I let go with one hand, knocking him in the face.
"I'm stronger than I was then." I laugh at the punch, it doesn't hurt for long and didn't do enough damage to be entertaining. I let him go with my hand an mind all at once. "I could kill you without lifting a finger if I wanted you dead."
I gasp for air, even if I don't need it. "The thing is, you don't want me dead." I stand up, dusting off my knees. "How does it feel to have that power? The power to kill with a thought and yet you can't? Frustrating? Irritating as I am?"
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Date: 2009-09-01 04:53 am (UTC)From:Yeah, yeah. Got those two. Having a hard time with thinking out loud and giving a rats ass about others' feelings... Fucktard.
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Date: 2009-09-01 05:01 am (UTC)From:*looks at the naked shoulders* Like that?
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Date: 2009-09-01 05:10 am (UTC)From:*looks at himself* Why does it matter what I'm wearing or not?
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Date: 2009-09-01 05:12 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-09-01 05:22 am (UTC)From:*shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall*
I really think you have a screw loose.
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Date: 2009-09-01 05:23 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-09-01 05:34 am (UTC)From:*glares hating Sylar's self-satisfied air*
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Date: 2009-09-01 05:36 am (UTC)From:Why do you hate me? What did I do that I haven't made amends for?
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Date: 2009-09-01 05:40 am (UTC)From:*hands down by his side in readiness*
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Date: 2009-09-01 04:13 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-09-01 04:15 pm (UTC)From:And you're saying you're better now?
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Date: 2009-09-01 04:24 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-09-01 04:28 pm (UTC)From:That doesn't mean the urge to isn't there. I can feel it. I can see it in your eyes too. It takes a lot for you to keep it in check.... Besides, you like letting go.
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Date: 2009-09-01 04:31 pm (UTC)From:*glares back at him*
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Date: 2009-09-01 04:44 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-09-01 05:09 pm (UTC)From:Yes, is that what you want to hear? Part of me, that dark part misses it. The freedom. The power, but that's not who I am anymore. If it was, I'd have killed you by now.
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Date: 2009-09-01 05:19 pm (UTC)From:Why isn't that you anymore? Why not just kill me? Or rather try to.
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Date: 2009-09-01 05:23 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-09-01 05:32 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2009-09-01 05:42 pm (UTC)From: