He hated this. He had no control over it. No power.

Sylar twisted and turned. Beads of sweat, collecting on his forehead. His eyes are shut as tight as possible.

It doesnt do anything.

It was still echoing inside his head. He let out a frustrated scream and woke himself up.

He looked around in the dark room, trying to catch his breath. The threat of vulnerability crawling over him.

It's getting worse. It happened every night. A voice inside his head. It never let him sleep.

It all began,

after he took Claire Bennet's powers.

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