There's too much blood on his shirt for it to be from her fingers alone. Sylar can feel it on his face, too, thick and far too cold as it streaks down from his temple.
This isn't real. This isn't real.
(He doesn't know that.)
Seized up and dizzy with panic, he can't move as the lights flicker again, as more of the snow lands in tiny cold drops and sends the blood on his chest running out into thin pink streaks.
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Date: 2008-01-28 04:16 am (UTC)This isn't real. This isn't real.
(He doesn't know that.)
Seized up and dizzy with panic, he can't move as the lights flicker again, as more of the snow lands in tiny cold drops and sends the blood on his chest running out into thin pink streaks.