Practice (XMFC-verse)

[iamsylar]

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.

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[graysylar.livejournal.com]

The polite distance was worse than fighting, but it wasn't as if Sylar hadn't expected it. He was a monster, and he'd been absurd to think Charles would see it any other way.

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.

[agroovymutation.livejournal.com]

Charles nodded as he left, pressing a hand to his forehead and squeezing his eyes shut. He had no idea how to fix this.