Page 165 of When We Fall: Part Two
“Do what?” He hummed to a song on the radio like he hadn’t just tried to run over pedestrians. “Do you like French fries, Rosalie?”
“What?” I put my hand on theoh shithandle as I stared at him. Memories of being forced into the car with Ian flooded my mind as Sylar drove faster.
“Stop worrying,” he said, reaching over and resting his hand on my bare thigh. “I’ve never been in an accident. Do you want to know why?”
“Why?” I choked out.
He tapped the side of his head. “Green light.”
The light ahead switched to green.
“Green light,” he said again, and once again, the light switched. This went on for several blocks, him adjusting his speed as if he knew the pattern would change.
“See? I’m a good driver,” he said. “So. French fries. Yes or no?”
“Y-Yes.”
“Mm. I had one named Kevin. Science experiment.” He looked over and winked at me. “Tasted like shit after a few months.”
“You ate your science experiment?” I swallowed hard as I stared at the road. He was going way too fast.
He chuckled. “What? Like you’ve never eaten yours?”
“Sylar, please slow down. I-I was in an accident?—”
“You want to die,” he said, not slowing down. “Don’t you?”
A fat tear snaked down my cheeks. “Yes.”
“How about you try to fucking live instead?” He hit the gas, making my car surge forward as he whooped loudly, a wild grin on his face.
And the lights kept turning green.
Perhaps I was having a nightmare and wasn’t fully awake.
“You’re awake, sleepyhead,” he shouted, my tires squealing as we rounded a corner. “You’re fucking alive, little moth! Live, Rosalie. Scream with me. I do love a screamer. You know you want to.”
He was right. I did.
So I screamed for him as he accelerated.
“Fuck, that’s what I like to hear!” he shouted, sounding insane. “That’s it, baby! Scream! Let it out! Let it all fucking out for me.”
I continued to scream like my life depended on it.
Because I had a feeling it really goddamn did.
FIFTY-ONE
COLE
After a night of fucking shit up and killing a man, we’d gotten a call that one of Enzo’s warehouses was on fire.
Tons of product were going up in smoke.
That meant E would be practically chained to the basement trying to catch up. I didn’t want that for him. Although he simply nodded at the news and went back downstairs without a word.
Now that everything was fucking ash and shit, we were home. Enzo was pissed and slamming shit around in his office. One of our guys was killed in the gunfire tonight at the warehouse. Everything was a hot mess.
