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Practice (XMFC-verse)
Sylar waited for Charles out by the old barn where he'd told him they'd meet. To work on his abilities, nothing else.
He wasn't about to let Charles know that he didn't really need help controlling his powers. He could do more with his telekinesis than Charles would want to know about, and now there was the ice. It was a simple power that he'd picked up while Charles had sent him away, but it could be useful.
The power at the base of it all, though. The only one he'd been born with... If it could be controlled, he didn't want to know how.
He wasn't about to let Charles know that he didn't really need help controlling his powers. He could do more with his telekinesis than Charles would want to know about, and now there was the ice. It was a simple power that he'd picked up while Charles had sent him away, but it could be useful.
The power at the base of it all, though. The only one he'd been born with... If it could be controlled, he didn't want to know how.
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"If I let you, you have to promise you won't make me leave."
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"Alright," he said slowly, nodding. "I won't make you leave."
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"Then go ahead."
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A few moments later he gasped, staggering backwards into the wall. There had been so much blood, just like his nightmares. He put a hand to his chest, breathing deeply.
"Sylar," he started, but didn't know how to finish.
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You can stop it, Sylar. I think you don't want to.
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Being unable to move was starting to make him feel panicky. His breath was coming too quickly. Stop this Charles. I'm not going to hurt you.
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You're not an animal, Sylar.
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Sylar was out of breath, looking around helplessly. He didn't go any closer to Charles though, as much as he hated the distance. "I know it's wrong. I know I'll go to Hell for it. I know God's turned his back on me. All the years of going to church and choking on incense; Like a demon trying to pretend he's something else. Pretending he's Gabriel. Trying to sit through sermons that he knows are wrong, he knows it all the way to his core. This is who I've always been, and I want you to fix me so you could love me, but you never would. You'd smell sulfur on me."
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"But- you said you don't want to kill people when you're here?"
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If Sylar hurt any of his friends, however, he wasn't sure if he could stop himself from doing what it took to protect them.
"You can't hurt anyone here, if you're staying."
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He should've just left when Charles told him to. Made a clean break. Maybe he would still do that.
"I'm going to my room," he said, and he turned to leave.
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