He'd played this game before. He'd had Susan right in the palm of his hand, pinned to the wall, telekinetically cutting into her head. God, he'd been so close. So close he could nearly smell it. Not anything weird. It wasn't like he actually ate his victim's brains. It was the running theory, and, really, vaguely flattering, with the Hannibal-esque themes to it. At least it would have been if he killed just for the sake of killing. But he didn't. He had a method to his madness. A purpose.
But Susan Sto Helit had powers far too tempting to pass up. Between what he'd seen so far - the phasing through objects, the power of persuasion - there was enough reason for him to remain interested in the woman. Not to mention what she'd brought up on the Secrets Board (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1384789.html?thread=70403669#t70403669). Powers up her sleeve that he didn't want to know? Oh, he was really fairly sure he did, and that little instance had just insured the obsession.
It wasn't hard to pick out Susan's voice from the rest of the school. Hundreds of faces linked to hundreds of voices and he could pick hers out with ease.
Paintball? He'd read about paintball. He'd never been much of a sports person to begin with. The appeal to the activity was entirely not apparent to him, but whatever she wanted to occupy herself with. It brought her out into the middle of nowhere. Inconspicuous. Away from Lily Evans and her bothersome body-binding hexes. And he was definitely going to succeed this time.
Sneaking through the woods became so much easier when one could create the illusion of no footsteps.
"Susan," he called out from the edge of the woods, taking a step into the clearing, about ten yards or so away from the pair. Black slacks, a long pea coat to match donned over the t-shirt. Sylar? Creepy? Never. "Long time no see." His eyes sidled to the man, with a narrowed look to his gaze. Who. Was that. He let his line of sight trail back over to the more appealing of the two, hint of a smile quirking up the corner of his mouth as he started in on the two. "I've been missing you. We should really have another chat, you know, since last time ended so abruptly.
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Date: 2007-07-10 02:53 am (UTC)He'd played this game before. He'd had Susan right in the palm of his hand, pinned to the wall, telekinetically cutting into her head. God, he'd been so close. So close he could nearly smell it. Not anything weird. It wasn't like he actually ate his victim's brains. It was the running theory, and, really, vaguely flattering, with the Hannibal-esque themes to it. At least it would have been if he killed just for the sake of killing. But he didn't. He had a method to his madness. A purpose.
But Susan Sto Helit had powers far too tempting to pass up. Between what he'd seen so far - the phasing through objects, the power of persuasion - there was enough reason for him to remain interested in the woman. Not to mention what she'd brought up on the Secrets Board (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1384789.html?thread=70403669#t70403669). Powers up her sleeve that he didn't want to know? Oh, he was really fairly sure he did, and that little instance had just insured the obsession.
It wasn't hard to pick out Susan's voice from the rest of the school. Hundreds of faces linked to hundreds of voices and he could pick hers out with ease.
Paintball? He'd read about paintball. He'd never been much of a sports person to begin with. The appeal to the activity was entirely not apparent to him, but whatever she wanted to occupy herself with. It brought her out into the middle of nowhere. Inconspicuous. Away from Lily Evans and her bothersome body-binding hexes. And he was definitely going to succeed this time.
Sneaking through the woods became so much easier when one could create the illusion of no footsteps.
"Susan," he called out from the edge of the woods, taking a step into the clearing, about ten yards or so away from the pair. Black slacks, a long pea coat to match donned over the t-shirt. Sylar? Creepy? Never. "Long time no see." His eyes sidled to the man, with a narrowed look to his gaze. Who. Was that. He let his line of sight trail back over to the more appealing of the two, hint of a smile quirking up the corner of his mouth as he started in on the two. "I've been missing you. We should really have another chat, you know, since last time ended so abruptly.