The First Rule of War
Feeling like hed spend the previous night drinking ether Sylar fluttered his eyes open and quickly shut them once more. The splitting headache should have been the first hint that something was out of place. Since developing a talent for healing he wasnt used to experiencing pain the same way anymore. However what truly tipped him off was when he got an itch on the bridge of his nose and was unable to scratch at it.
Waking up like hed been dropped in an ice bath Sylar snapped his eyes open. There wasnt much to look at, just a bare concrete wall with a heavy metal door. He pulled at his wrists until the restraints cut into them. As he oriented himself to his new, and unexpected, situation Sylar realized that he was on his knees.
Trying to rise to his feet a cold metal bar pressed into the back of his neck. Looking over his shoulder he fo