thewatchmaker: (Not Amused by your crap)
My fingers dug into his scalp as I slammed his face into the desk one more time. “Now you are going to give me the password for your laptop, or I’m going to smear your guts from one end of this apartment to the other.”

“Then you won’t get it, Mr. Sylar.” Mohinder spat blood at me. “I won’t help you kill those people.”

“Do you know what the difference is between a hero from a fantasy book with knights in shining armor, Mohinder and someone like you who thinks you can make a difference? You’re too stupid to live.”

100 Drabbles of Summer Master List