Post by Sylar on Mar 8, 2007 2:08:45 GMT -5
It's been weeks now, since they brought me here. Ambushed and rendered unconscious by that Eden woman and her silent accomplice. She got what she deserved, and it felt oh-so-good to see that smug woman come crashing through the glass window of my cell, to grip onto her with my power, to slowly take the life from her body and watch her struggle while I did it. It was a shame, though, to lose that power. She'd killed herself in the end, not that I blame her. I'd probably do the same if I was in her position.
Anyway, I digress. Claire's father hasn't visited in a while, which is odd. He usually comes to see me every day, as if watching me in this cell gives him some measure of comfort that I won't hack my way into her brain and take that delicious power that's just begging to be stolen.
Is he gone? I hope so. It would ruin my plans if the man just inconveniently showed up. He has a knack for ruining my plans. And this one needs to be executed perfectly.
They think that I've been under the influence of whatever they've been giving me. I've only been playing their game, waiting for the right moment to strike, to get out of here and take away the power from those disgusting creatures that don't deserve the gift that they've been given.
I concentrate slowly on my body, first increasing the speed of my heart, and my breathing rate. Next, I increase the adrenaline running through my body tenfold. My body reacts accordingly as it spasms and writhes around on my bed. My eyes pop open, white and unseeing as I wheeze for air.
Scientists rush in as I jerk and wheeze erratically, working up a feverish sweat as I do. What happens next completely surprises them. Who did they think they were holding?
Amateurs.
Anyway, I digress. Claire's father hasn't visited in a while, which is odd. He usually comes to see me every day, as if watching me in this cell gives him some measure of comfort that I won't hack my way into her brain and take that delicious power that's just begging to be stolen.
Is he gone? I hope so. It would ruin my plans if the man just inconveniently showed up. He has a knack for ruining my plans. And this one needs to be executed perfectly.
They think that I've been under the influence of whatever they've been giving me. I've only been playing their game, waiting for the right moment to strike, to get out of here and take away the power from those disgusting creatures that don't deserve the gift that they've been given.
I concentrate slowly on my body, first increasing the speed of my heart, and my breathing rate. Next, I increase the adrenaline running through my body tenfold. My body reacts accordingly as it spasms and writhes around on my bed. My eyes pop open, white and unseeing as I wheeze for air.
Scientists rush in as I jerk and wheeze erratically, working up a feverish sweat as I do. What happens next completely surprises them. Who did they think they were holding?
Amateurs.