Author's Notes: I wrote this at the same time that I wrote my other Syelle story, "Everything You Ever." It's kind of an antithesis to that story, it's much darker and not at all fluffy. I was going to post this sooner, but never got around to it. Better late than never, right? I had no betas, so please excuse any and all errors!

Disclaimer: I don't own them. If I did, things would have ended very differently.

Oh, and the italics are quotes from either Sylar or Elle during this past season. I'm pretty sure they're correct.


The cold sea breeze blew through his hair and the pungent scent of lighter fluid assaulted his nose. The blood on his shirt dried long ago and now clung to his skin.

They're all trying to make you into something.

Sand stuck to the blood on her leg and the tears on her face. She looked so peaceful. So beautiful.

Who are you really?

With the can finally empty, he stood and stared down at her lifeless body. She looked so tiny, so helpless. So unlike the woman he understood, hated and loved.

You are special.

Anger built in him as he pooled the electricity into his palm. He felt no remorse as it crackled against his skin. He was numb to the feeling of her the power brought, the feeling of home it used to sing through his veins. She brought this upon herself. She played with a monster and now dealt with the consequences.

We can't take what we want anymore.

His lips still tasted like her, but the sweet flavor had long since turned sour. She had pushed him one inch too far and one iota too hard. She made him into this monster, she always would.

I swear to God I will kill you.

He felt nothing as the electricity ignited her body and he told himself it was his imagination when he heard her screams as she was consumed in flames. It had to be done; there wasn't any other way. She brought it on herself.

It's all I know.

He grew colder as he walked away from the warmth of the flames and the biting hair nipped at his face. He didn't feel the tears streaming down his cheeks, yet he could feel them in his heart.

We're all at war with ourselves, that's what it means to be human.


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