Resistance is Futile

Written by Anakin McFly

Gazing carefully at his reflection in the mirror, Sylar positioned the tweezer over one of his eyebrow hairs and yanked it out.

He looked at it in satisfaction and let it drop into the sink, then moved back to pluck another one.

...five minutes later, the sink was full of tiny eyebrow hairs, but Sylar could not see any difference.

He frowned, wondering if-

He plucked out another eyebrow hair, this time keeping an eye on the spot.

And he watched as it grew back.

"You've got to be kidding me," he muttered darkly.

Feeling a slow dread sink in his stomach, Sylar pulled out a few eyebrow hairs in quick succession, hoping and praying that they wouldn't-

They grew back.

"No," he said. He clenched his fists and rammed the sink. "NOOOOOOOO!"

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