Who was he really? Sylar stared back to Lily for a few long seconds, but his expression was neither searching nor prying. Because of all questions. Who was he? Was this a high school guidance counselor?
Really, his stare would have just appeared dumbstruck, had he been stupid enough to let such an emotion show in his eyes. It came across more... well, creepy and stalker-ish, kind of his default as of late. He was... he wasn't Gabriel Gray. He hadn't thought of himself as Gabriel for months - not even when he'd visited his mother again - only because Gabriel was just an embarrassment. Not that he was a different entity from Gabriel - no, that would be crazy - but... evolved. Gabriel 2.0, in a way. Better. He wasn't the watchmaker he always used to identify with. He wasn't just Sylar, this cold, heartless serial killer that everybody else in the world seemed to be chalking him up to.
"I'm the Boogeyman," was all he murmured in return to Lily, more for himself than anything.
If only New York could see him now. Sylar? The bomb? No, he was the office assistant. His eyes darted from his hands to Lily, narrowing back at the woman with that same kind of look in his eyes. And so she dumped him. Like the mangy dog with the fleas that the family no longer desires. "As you wish, professor," he commented lightly, picking at a paper on top of the stack. He could also do without a repeat of that damned hex. That was annoying at best, and he had a personal vendetta against the person who had created it.
Filing. ...Papers.
As if he thought he could stoop no lower.
And best yet, it wasn't his powers that could help him now.
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Date: 2007-07-06 11:14 am (UTC)Really, his stare would have just appeared dumbstruck, had he been stupid enough to let such an emotion show in his eyes. It came across more... well, creepy and stalker-ish, kind of his default as of late. He was... he wasn't Gabriel Gray. He hadn't thought of himself as Gabriel for months - not even when he'd visited his mother again - only because Gabriel was just an embarrassment. Not that he was a different entity from Gabriel - no, that would be crazy - but... evolved. Gabriel 2.0, in a way. Better. He wasn't the watchmaker he always used to identify with. He wasn't just Sylar, this cold, heartless serial killer that everybody else in the world seemed to be chalking him up to.
"I'm the Boogeyman," was all he murmured in return to Lily, more for himself than anything.
If only New York could see him now. Sylar? The bomb? No, he was the office assistant. His eyes darted from his hands to Lily, narrowing back at the woman with that same kind of look in his eyes. And so she dumped him. Like the mangy dog with the fleas that the family no longer desires. "As you wish, professor," he commented lightly, picking at a paper on top of the stack. He could also do without a repeat of that damned hex. That was annoying at best, and he had a personal vendetta against the person who had created it.
Filing. ...Papers.
As if he thought he could stoop no lower.
And best yet, it wasn't his powers that could help him now.