Gabriel Gray (
watchmakers_son
) wrote
2008-01-28 05:17 am (UTC)
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And when it jolts --
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick bzzzzzzzzzzzz
zzzzzz.
The fluorescent light steadies, bright and bleak. The constriction in Sylar's lungs drops away.
There's no snow; no blood.
But the cold doesn't fade, and Sylar keeps shivering as he gapes at the perfectly ordinary ceiling above him.
It happened again,
he thinks, and it's followed by a sudden, bewildering,
Maybe they were --
No.
(Then how else can he explain how it works?)
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Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
The fluorescent light steadies, bright and bleak. The constriction in Sylar's lungs drops away.
There's no snow; no blood.
But the cold doesn't fade, and Sylar keeps shivering as he gapes at the perfectly ordinary ceiling above him.
It happened again, he thinks, and it's followed by a sudden, bewildering, Maybe they were --
No.
(Then how else can he explain how it works?)