The following is in compliance with jaune_chat's memo and in dedication to her rise in power. May her reign be long and propserous, and her enemies die a slow, humiliating death. *salutes*
Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Possible underage-relationship references
Notes: *mumbles*speccygeekgrrl may have had done a quick read through. /giving credit to fellow employee
Summary/Description: Sylar gained Arthur Petrelli's power, and now that Luke has given him his father's location, there is only more thing thing left to do...
There was something about that cherubic face in tears that was endearing. Maybe it was the hue of cherry that spread out from the disbelieving eyes to wide, open mouth. The way the skin gleamed wet and oh, the sounds! The choked, high-pitched whine like a kitten that had been squeezed too hard. He felt his lips turn up at the mental picture.Leaning down to the prone boy, he gripped Luke's chin and tilted up his face. Eyes slid closed, and he forced them wide open, wanting to see himself reflected in them. Oh yes, in between the tears, those eyes were clear enough to see himself amidst vivid shock and desolation. How he wished he still possessed an eidetic memory; this deserved to be immortalized in his mind. Absolute perfection.
He was well aware of the hypocrisy. He himself had faced the horrifying loss, the violation of power ripped from him, the sickening knowledge that he had become vulnerable, pathetic, a nobody. To no longer matter in the grand scheme of evolution and world events, just another ant dragging itself through the dirt to serve the unknowable whims of your betters. And there would be no cure for Luke, no sympathetic Mohinder to force salvation from; as he heard it, the good doctor was done with science and had gone into hiding to raise his adopted daughter.
But let's face it: he was Sylar, and he was exceptional, and it's not like the kid had been good for much beyond information and some groping. And he can get that anywhere, from anyone. Standing up, he walked back to the station wagon, leaving Luke behind and to whatever fate he found on the road.
"Good bye, Luke."