[video]
[Given the closeness of the angle, it's easy to tell that Sylar is holding a handheld camera and filming himself. He's standing on the pedestrian walkway of the Francis Scott Key Bridge.]
Hello, ducks. Did you miss me? Of course you did. Anyway, the other day I got a very special request from one Miss Claire Bennet. I'm still waiting for the haiku she promised, but who am I to deny her of her fondest wishes?
[The camera's focus becomes unsteady as he moves from standing up to sitting on the railing.] You see, she wants me to jump off a bridge. [He pans the camera to the ground, just to drive home the point that he really is at a bridge. No one seems to be below.] I told her that I'd just get right back up, and she said I wouldn't know until I tried.
Let's see if she's right, huh?
[He climbs up to stand on the railing, and simply steps off, camera still in hand. Colors blur, and the picture blacks out when he actually makes impact. There's static for a minute, until Sylar turns it on again, lying on the ground and staring with a satisfied smirk. He adjusts his broken neck simply like he was cracking it, and moves to sit up, picking up the camera with him.]
Death by jumping off a bridge is never pretty, you know. Multiple blunt force trauma. I think I cracked a few ribs.
Hello, ducks. Did you miss me? Of course you did. Anyway, the other day I got a very special request from one Miss Claire Bennet. I'm still waiting for the haiku she promised, but who am I to deny her of her fondest wishes?
[The camera's focus becomes unsteady as he moves from standing up to sitting on the railing.] You see, she wants me to jump off a bridge. [He pans the camera to the ground, just to drive home the point that he really is at a bridge. No one seems to be below.] I told her that I'd just get right back up, and she said I wouldn't know until I tried.
Let's see if she's right, huh?
[He climbs up to stand on the railing, and simply steps off, camera still in hand. Colors blur, and the picture blacks out when he actually makes impact. There's static for a minute, until Sylar turns it on again, lying on the ground and staring with a satisfied smirk. He adjusts his broken neck simply like he was cracking it, and moves to sit up, picking up the camera with him.]
Death by jumping off a bridge is never pretty, you know. Multiple blunt force trauma. I think I cracked a few ribs.