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January 2007
Mar. 12th, 2008 08:19 pmThe next time he opens his eyes, Sylar's face to face with the silent thunderclap of a star going nova.
He freezes. Blinks once. Lifts his hand, cautious and slow, without stepping back. The sleeve of his thin cotton shirt slides back an inch as he presses light fingertips to the Observation Window; it's like touching a sheet of ice, and narrow white circles of fog instantly appear around his fingers.
It's disorientingly quiet.
He's standing up, though, he realizes. And nothing hurts.
Thoughtful, Sylar brushes his fingers through the condensation. It squeaks faintly as the patterns warp and streak away. As he turns around, the lights flicker above him, and for half an instant
the floor's just as cold, there are bars across the window, there is --
When they steady again, it's far too bright, and the walls...he doesn't think they were that pale.
He can't be sure.
He freezes. Blinks once. Lifts his hand, cautious and slow, without stepping back. The sleeve of his thin cotton shirt slides back an inch as he presses light fingertips to the Observation Window; it's like touching a sheet of ice, and narrow white circles of fog instantly appear around his fingers.
It's disorientingly quiet.
He's standing up, though, he realizes. And nothing hurts.
Thoughtful, Sylar brushes his fingers through the condensation. It squeaks faintly as the patterns warp and streak away. As he turns around, the lights flicker above him, and for half an instant
the floor's just as cold, there are bars across the window, there is --
When they steady again, it's far too bright, and the walls...he doesn't think they were that pale.
He can't be sure.
