Incarcerated Sylar for
shades_of_sylar
2010-03-15 18:57
thewatchmaker
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My bones ached. The cold of the slab they called a bed had seeped into my very core. There was a bad taste in my mouth. I wondered if it’d been a dream. Had Angela come to tell me she was my mother or not?
I could hear her shouting. She needed me to save Peter.
I needed to save Peter. He’s my brother.
I yanked the tube out while my body quickly fought off the drugs. With a wave of my hand the cell door flew free. No one was locking me away from my family. They needed me.
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I could hear her shouting. She needed me to save Peter.
I needed to save Peter. He’s my brother.
I yanked the tube out while my body quickly fought off the drugs. With a wave of my hand the cell door flew free. No one was locking me away from my family. They needed me.
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