There was a brief moment of actual panic that leaped into his eyes, just for a second, the blade's edge to his throat. Maybe because of that damned Hiro Nakamura, back in Kirby Plaza, the sword straight through his gut, without warning... Some kind of psychological thing, associating them together or... something. Whatever the reason, there was a machete to his throat right now, and Sylar's eyes flickered from Rachel to the blade and back, almost bored.
"Care to test that theory out?" he replied in a hush of a voice, eyes flashing for a moment. His hand jumped away from hers as she started for the watch, and what was she doing? "Cockroaches can live about a month without their heads." A hand jumped up, grabbing at the machete blade with a kind of fervent earnestness, and, damn, Rachel was tall, but Sylar just towered over her. "It's been a while since I have died." He spat out the words like a promise, leaning in closer towards Rachel and narrowing his eyes. "But don't think yourself so important as to be the first to have killed me."
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Date: 2007-08-30 09:43 am (UTC)There was a brief moment of actual panic that leaped into his eyes, just for a second, the blade's edge to his throat. Maybe because of that damned Hiro Nakamura, back in Kirby Plaza, the sword straight through his gut, without warning... Some kind of psychological thing, associating them together or... something. Whatever the reason, there was a machete to his throat right now, and Sylar's eyes flickered from Rachel to the blade and back, almost bored.
"Care to test that theory out?" he replied in a hush of a voice, eyes flashing for a moment. His hand jumped away from hers as she started for the watch, and what was she doing? "Cockroaches can live about a month without their heads." A hand jumped up, grabbing at the machete blade with a kind of fervent earnestness, and, damn, Rachel was tall, but Sylar just towered over her. "It's been a while since I have died." He spat out the words like a promise, leaning in closer towards Rachel and narrowing his eyes. "But don't think yourself so important as to be the first to have killed me."