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47 dreams

Allen! Come and play with me!

You'll regret it if you don't ♥

Because I'm going to play whether you turn up or not.

Hmm~, speaking of which, I'm running out of toys. I feel sooo much more bored today than usual.

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He hadn't been expecting that. Sylar knew this was a trick, he knew it, but he was getting to see her smile and so he couldn't quite bring himself to care. "Mommy?" he asked, already stumbling towards her. He was still having that problem with his legs, but he seems to be making some progress. Or maybe it was just because she was walking towards him.

"Mom, are you o- please be okay." A tear trailed down his face- he didn't even notice it. "Please, Mommy..." he repeated quietly, desperate.

He'd been adamantly holding onto his sense of self- he knew who he was and what had happened to him, and he knew that what he was seeing was just a memory-- up until this. Now he wasn't paying attention.

And she does look okay - or alive at least, if you didn't count the still open wound. She held her arms out open for him, still smiling that gentle smile. Just because Road didn't feel any empathy for humans didn't mean she didn't know what it was that they wanted to see.

Sylar will find himself able to approach his mother, able to let her hold him if he wants to, and he might even hear her calling him Gabriel when he does. But soon enough she'll collapse onto him, dead again, slowly starting to decompose in front of his eyes.

He hugged his mother tightly, not noticing that she was twice as tall as him. It was how he remembered her, the little that he did, so it was just right. He was crying freely now, but that was okay, because she was okay. He wasn't broken, and she was hurt- but she'd make everything all right.

She said his name as he squeezed tighter, but then all her dead weight was on him. She smelled like blood and rot, and she was gone. "Mommy?" he asked, desperately trying to push her to the side, wanting to see her face alive and well. She rolled to the ground, much in the same way she did when she was first pushed out of the car. Gabriel went with her. "No. No, Mommy, don't. Don't leave me! Don't leave!" He clung to the body, thinking that he might just die there with her.

Road watched from her vantage point, chin resting on her fists as Sylar broke down over his mother's corpse. It fell to dust as he clung to it, and soon enough the rest of the diner followed, the walls and the ground shaking as though there were an earthquake, breaking and letting Sylar fall through, down in the darkness with only faint glimpses of other dreams to light the way until they were back in the Underground where they had started.

There was a quiet, satisfied smile playing on Road's lips. They all thought they were so much stronger than they really were. They all had a breaking point.

Sylar sat there, shuddering as the world fell away. It wasn't until they'd been back in the Underground for awhile that he came to once more and seemed to recognize his surroundings.

"Road..." he choked out, shutting his eyes and opening them again. He didn't move from his position on the floor, sitting on his feet with his hands in his lap. "Are we done yet?"

He had forgotten where he was, but now that he was back, he could use the dank atmosphere to reorient himself. He was a monster, not a little boy. He just had to remember that.

She was back to sitting on her umbrella, swinging her legs just shy of accidentally hitting him with the tips of her shoes.

"Unless you feel up to another round," she said, her tone innocent enough in contrast to the snickering expression her features were in. "I'm sure I could think up something else. I'm good at thinking of things ♥"

She was satisfied for now, since causing emotional pain was fun enough when she couldn't actually cause physical pain. After all, this was only a game, it wasn't as if it was personal.

"No," he said vaguely, finally looking up. He sat back further so her shoes wouldn't hit him. "No, I think that one tired me out."

He could float himself up so he didn't have to scramble, but he didn't really feel like using his powers anymore. Instead, he slid back and slowly got to his feet. It didn't take long before he found a wall to lean against.

"You're very good at what you do," he said, with no small amount of respect. He wanted to get out of there, but he had to acknowledge that. "You must be used to winning."

She giggled. Most people wouldn't bother giving her a proper reply by this point. Of course, most of the people she played with were usually too far gone to answer at all by the time she'd finished with them. But she'd already broken one of her toys today, and even cursed as she was she still wanted to leave something to play with later.

Her eyes followed his movements, noting how he didn't bother with his powers this time.

"I know," she replied, and she did know she was good at what she did. Her powers were so entwined with the memory of Noah's Dreams that they were indistinguishable from who she was. "I've been doing this a long time. And," she continued with her mouth curling into a grin, "I usually do win."

Sylar swallowed and closed his eyes for a moment, nodding. But closing his eyes just gave him another image of his dead mother and he forced them back open again.

He took one last look back at Road and walked back towards the subway entrance. He'd think about defending himself later, about ways he could've fought it all, but for now he didn't care. It was enough that he was walking. He just wanted to get away.

She didn't bother saying anything else as she watched him walking away. It was always strange, what she could find buried in people's minds, things that were quite unexpected. But she was used to taking it in stride and using it to her advantage, no matter what she found. If it had left Sylar like this, well, he should count himself lucky. He was the one who'd asked to play with her after all, the one who'd made the first move.

Humming to herself, she made her umbrella start flying again, bearing her deeper into the Underground where she could look for more things to do and find other games to play.

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