Note from the Phoenix: I had this idea of the next chapter and couldn't stop myself...
Sylar spent three weeks hiding in the shadows of New York City. There was something about the city that he found comforting. Part of him knew it was the fact there was a certain loneliness that one could only experience in a sea of strangers. He could walk the streets and no one knew who he was, and more importantly no one cared.
Stretching out in bed Sylar rolled over and stared at the bright red numbers on the alarm clock telling him it was just past three in the morning. He tried to go back to sleep, but he was restless. He wanted to see his son, he needed to know that he and his mother were safe. However, he was terrified of leading someone to them so he felt it best to wait. Unable to get back to sleep he picked the alarm clock up and glared at it.
Getting out of bed Sylar paced back and forth like a tiger in cage. Roaming out into the living room he looked around the tasteful apartment. High above the city he looked out at the lights that dominated the city scape. It was a nice place, but he wrinkled his nose at the smell.
He glanced over at the refrigerator, he had thought that the cold environment of the fridge would preserve the corpse a little longer than it had. Walking into the kitchen for a glass of water Sylar stepped into a sickly wet spot. Flicking on the lights he looked at the mess with irritation. The apartment owner's blood had seeped out of the bottom of the fridge door and was congealing in a sticky puddle on the floor.
"I want to go home." Sylar sighed.
Unable to stay away any longer Sylar left the apartment crime scene. It took him three days to travel to the quiet suburb where he had set up his family. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain his long absence this time. Usually when he felt the need to roam he made the excuse of business travel. He had been too afraid of a tapped or traced call to contact her to let her know he was alright.
Coming to the front door he found it locked. He no longer had his key, but he risked a quick use of his powers to unlock it. She had no idea who or what he truly was and he intended to keep it that way. As far as she knew he was just Gabriel Gray. Sylar hadn't thought that he'd ever come to a point in his life where he needed 'Gabriel' again, however, it was the only way.
"Tara?" Sylar called as he entered the house.
In the kitchen he heard the sound of breaking glass. Alarmed that he might not be the only intruder Sylar ran to the kitchen. He was relieved to find that it had been Tara dropping a dish to the floor. Eager to embrace her once again Sylar rushed to her. He saw the shock in her eyes, but he misunderstood it.
Sylar wrapped her in a powerful hug, but she did not return the affection. She remained nearly motionless until he released her. Sylar drew back so that he could stare at her like a love sick puppy reunited with its master. He smiled brightly and reached out to brush her cheek. Tara took a step back to prevent him from touching her.
"Tara, I missed you so much."
"No...stop." Tara closed her eyes as tears suddenly slipped from them. "This isn't real, and I can't live like this anymore."
"I'm sorry, I am so sorry." Sylar said fretfully. "I know you must have been frightened. I should have called you...I couldn't, I was..."
"I can explain."
"No! Get out! Go, and never come back!"
"I'm not just going to leave. I love you."
"If you know then give me a second chance."
"You don't understand. I know because...because I made sure of it." Tara admitted in a terrified whisper. "It's my ability."
"I know who you are, Sylar. I've always known."
Sylar took a step back in shock upon hearing his darker name. His eyes tracked back and forth as he tried to piece together what was happening. When he saw that Tara was beginning to tremble with fear he stepped closer and offered her a comforting embrace.
"No!" Tara cried as she backed into the kitchen table. "Stay away from me, murderer!"
"Tara, I would never hurt you."
"You're hurting me right now!" Tara spat. "The past two years have been a living nightmare, and I can't take it anymore!"
"I...I thought we were happy. I thought you loved me."
"No. Never. I despise you, everything you are, everything you do!" Tara screamed. "You were going to kill me, I did what I had to do to save myself...but it isn't worth it. The lying, the fear, the horror that my son will grow up to be just like his father."
"Is that what you meant by 'ability', an actual power?" Sylar growled as his confusion gave way to anger. "You're like me, and I never kne..."
"I am nothing like you!"
"Everything between us..."
"A lie." Tara hissed coldly.
"No. Not everything. Not my son, he's not a lie." Sylar shook his head. "Even if my feelings for you are a trick, he's real, and I love him. Where is he?"
"Safe from his psychotic murdering, rapist father."
"They promised me they'd kill you, but I knew better. That's why I sent him away."
An expression of hurt shock fell over Sylar's face.
"That's right. It was me." Tara admitted defiantly. "I sent you right into their trap. You were never supposed to come back. You were meant to be tortured until death took you, and my only regret was the fact that I wouldn't be there to watch."
Enraged by Tara's treason Sylar lifted her up psychokineticly and slammed her into the wall. She struck hard enough to leave a blood stain. As she began to slide down the wall Sylar rushed up and grabbed her by the throat. Lifting her up he pinned her to the wall and brought his face up to hers.
"Where is my son?!" Sylar demanded.
"I swear you will never see him again!"
"Don't make me do this..."
Tara grabbed Sylar's wrist even as he threatened to choke the life out of her. Closing her eyes she furrowed her brow in concentration. Sylar suddenly felt his heart racing as she forced emotion into it. He was paralyzed for a moment with the conflict between his rage and his love for her. As it grew more intense it turned to a searing pain.
"Stop!" Sylar cried. "Please!"
With the cruel weapon Tara continued to slice into his chest and deep into his heart, pulling on the strings until they came close to the breaking point. Sylar bowed his head and broke into a bitter weeping. Every breath just placed greater longing into his heart.
Tara was desperately trying to force him into releasing her, however, she miscalculated her prey. Sylar suddenly realized that she would never return the desire he felt for her. Jealousy washed over him, along with it a hot gush of blood. He looked up in horror and found that he had slit open her throat.
"Tara! No! No, I am sorry!"
Sylar lowered Tara to the floor as she began to convulse sickeningly. Sitting on the floor he held her in a tight embrace and stroked her hair compulsively as the last of her life slipped away. Feeling her heart stop Sylar prayed that his would as well. He looked into her glassy dead eyes and began trembling violently.
Laying her body down Sylar pitched forward onto his hands in the pool of cooling blood and began dry heaving. He screamed senselessly, unable to bare the weight of what he had just done. Sylar put his hand on her chest and desperately tried to bring her back to life, but all of the powers he had collected we for destruction not creation.
Giving in Sylar buried his face in his blood soaked hands and cried until he was breathless. When he no longer had any tears left to shed he hugged his knees to his chest and started rocking back and forth. Hours passed and he remained sitting in the pool of cold blood. Eventually he reached out and brushed a golden strand of Tara's hair away from her face. He leaned down and kissed her cheek.
"I still love you...and for that I will always hate you."