"Jesus Christ ow, you little bitch." Sylar got his breath back and found that he was on his knees, hands supporting his weight on the pavement. "Right."

Sylar completely threw aside previous plans for freezing, escaping the park's forces, and not being equally sadistic, and raised one fingers, eyes darkening in rage.

He traced a line paralell to Elle's forehead, focusing his power to pin-point precision as he started to slice open the top of her head, and blood welled up along the line as he cut, and began to run down her face.