The boogeyman is coming

Time travel. Boy, how he was really starting to hate this ability. Sitting against the brick wall of a 19th century London building. With a groan and hitting the back of his head on the wall, he let his healing hands drop to the muddy ground in his obviously not of this time nice clothes.

The bulldog yanks his leash out of Watson’s hands and travels through the crowd in such a manner as to remind the doctor of his companion, Sherlock Holmes. By the time he catches up, Gladstone is jumping on and barking at a strangely dressed stranger.

“You know what? That sounds awesome.” Sylar said, falling into a not too different kind of persona for this historic doctor. As he reached up and took the doctor’s hand, he noticed the usually broken ‘Sylar’ watch he made was actually fixed and working. “Hm.” Was all me muttered as he glanced to it before meeting the other’s blue eyes. 

“Just like a woman, thinking ‘Nagging’ is a option.”

“You do realize you’re trying to scold a super powered, psychopathic, serial killer, right?”

“ I mean what’s my other option? “ She laughed weakly, “ Proven I can’t fight you, proven I can’t run, you said you were tired of begging… So what else am I supposed to do? “

“You know, I get that a lot..”

“oop, you’re quicker than most. What a nice change of pace.”

“What fresh hell is this.”

She warned him. She warned him! Angelica is slow to take three steps back, hands raised so her palms were revealed. She didn’t want him near her again. There was an immensity inside of him that Angelica couldn’t measure. It was like looking into herself, but there as more to it inside of him. Too much. The contact was enough to jolt them both, her abilities spiking. Doe eyes are fixed on the man, watching intently. He didn’t seem nearly as perturbed as she was, causing her to straighten a little more.

“Please don’t. I try to avoid those if possible.” He watched the water with amusement as he said this, keeping his stance. “Then where do you live?”

“I believe if I told you where I live, that would only help you find me later, “ Eirena pointed out, glancing towards the sea again, “ Unless you want to even the score and tell me where you live. “

“Ooo!” He mocked with a false face of panicked surprise, hands up with a little shake before putting the down and face falling into his usual cocky smirk. “Been there, done that. One time someone sucked all the abilities in me and left me stranded in mexico with a hole through my torso.”

A lick of his lips showed the predatory look in his dark features. He was already into the mainframe of this man’s mind and body. How this fellow ticked was extraordinary and oh, what a fun opportunity that caused them to meet. Only death and pain follows when Sylar has this look-a look that makes it seem Sylar already won what plans he seems to be forming. “I do hope not, wizard. I like you enough to not go out of my way to destroy. I would rather you keep it like that because I do hate making time for unneeded revenge.”

The comment didn’t necessarily catch him off guard, but it did reinforce a fundamental and important point: that those who knew suffering, true suffering, weren’t to be toyed with. It was, he felt, a relatively basic common sense dictum, but so much of the time people in power ignored it. Then again, those on the look-out for more power than they had usually succeeded in finding it by focusing on all of the keyholes of usefulness another human being could offer.

“Couldn’t lie to me even if you wanted. An ability I gathered from a woman named Sue Sanders.” He mused with a dark grin. Sylar enjoyed letting things like that out every now and then. He learned it kept people from forgetting he is most certainly a super powered serial killer with more powers than most gods at this point.

“Just wondering what tragic backstory they will tell of you when you’re dead.” Sharp and to the point, letting herself get lost in her mind.

“ What do you want? Do you want me to beg you to let me live? “ Eirena sputtered out, fingers twitching nervously at her side. The sea beneath them was churning once again.

“Power. Favor. Sport. General malignant purposes.” He said off the bat, seemingly unaware when the exact opposite was true. He was playing now, wondering what fun ways she will try to escape him. Hero? Coward? He bet though this one was going to be a wild card.

“You know, bit tacky to live by your ability. What drove you to being on the streets like this?” A easy grab of her full attention, guard down for a brief moment.

She had been about to run, to try and escape - one way or another - when he asked her about about her living arrangements. Eirena cocked an eyebrow, paused in a second of thought. If he was trying for her attention - he’d gotten it. She bit down on her lip.