Title: identity found
Fandom: “Heroes”

Disclaimer: not my characters

Warnings: spoilers for season 3

Pairings: implied Sylar/Mohinder 

Rating: R

Point of view: third

Wordcount: 230

Prompt: am

 

I am Sylar, he carves into flesh, his own and others’. I am Sylar. I am, I was, I will be—SYLAR. He cuts the words into arms and torsos, into thighs and backs. His name, over and over, a threat, a promise, an inescapable fact.

I am Sylar, I am Sylar. No longer insignificant, nothing, forgetful and weak. I am special, I am unique, I am power—I am Sylar.

His flesh heals, the words fading back into his body. The others die, bleeding out and crying. He watches, the promise on his skin comforting after living the lie. I am Sylar, he whispers. I am Sylar.

Angela Petrelli sobs, wrists tied together, legs broken. Please, she begs, unable to look away from her dead conspirators, the men who locked him inside someone else’s memories. Please, Gabriel.

He turns to face her. Everyone else has already been punished, those who stood at his funeral pyre and cheered his passing. Only Angela and Mohinder remain, and he has plans for the doctor. Slow, sweet plans. 

Angela, he says. You are not my mother. Twice now, she has lied about that. He strides up to her and looks her over—the pale skin, frightened eyes, blood sluggishly dribbling out.

Please, she cries. You’ve already killed my sons. My granddaughter.

Say my name, he demands.

She closes her eyes. Sylar.