Feb 20, 2009 11:33
Well, this was certainly different.
Sylar had realized that he probably couldn't get away with killing anyone in this crammed village, though he was shocked that no one had discovered him yet. He'd figured Claire's friends would come running with torches and guns, ready to try and take him down. Fortunately for him, something in the village was keeping that from happening. But that hunger was back. The hunger that took hold and wouldn't let go until he was gaining a new ability. The problem was, he couldn't just kill the people of the village one by one until he got lucky, and he couldn't kill Elle. That would be just a little too easy.
He'd have to take his chances he decided, and go out during the daylight hours. The only one (he knew of) who knew who he was had to be Claire, so donning a shirt and tie, glasses, and combed hair, Zane made his way to the cafe, sitting near the back but facing the door so he could see who was coming in and out. He decided to watch until either something happened or someone seemed interesting. He was a patient man, after all. Everything would happen in good time.
cafe