6 Word Story

[watchmakersylar]

I'm trapped in a gilded cage.

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[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

*smirks*

Where's the little swing?

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Where's your shirt?

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

*shrugs*

I was hot. Forgot it.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Sounds about your speed. Did you master chewing gum and walking yet?

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

*narrows eyes*

Yeah, yeah. Got those two. Having a hard time with thinking out loud and giving a rats ass about others' feelings... Fucktard.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

If you don't care about me, why are you here.
*looks at the naked shoulders* Like that?

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

Cause it's to aggravate you?

*looks at himself* Why does it matter what I'm wearing or not?

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Is it to aggravate me, Peter? I think you're lying. I think you like me.

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

...Like you...?

*shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall*

I really think you have a screw loose.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Go ahead and lie to me. I can tell. Do you like me? *smirk*

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

I fucking hate you and that is no lie.

*glares hating Sylar's self-satisfied air*

[sylar.livejournal.com]

*walks right up to him*

Why do you hate me? What did I do that I haven't made amends for?

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

You can't give those families back their loved ones that you murdered.

*hands down by his side in readiness*

[sylar.livejournal.com]

No I can't, but I'm trying to make up for it by helping people. I was insane, Peter. I was broken.

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

*skeptical look*

And you're saying you're better now?

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Haven't you noticed? You've been watching me. Have I murdered anyone? Hurt your mother?

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

*steps into his personal space*

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.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

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.

*glares back at him*

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

But you want it to. You cling to those around you, but really you'd like nothing more then to go back to the way it was. Solitary mayhem.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

*paces away like a tiger in a cage*

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.

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

*crosses his arms, leaning against the wall again, watching*

Why isn't that you anymore? Why not just kill me? Or rather try to.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

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.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

"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."

[maxxpotential.livejournal.com]

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?"