The Rain (My first Mylar slash!)

Title: Rain
Rating: PG (I guess ...)
Pairing: Uh ... implied past Mylar
Genre: I'm not sure, it's not crack or porn, so I guess it's angst
Summary: Sylar's in the rain ... it's wicked short, so just read it!

The rain beat down on the lone man, the only person outside in this storm. It beat and beat and beat, pounding onto his head and shoulders so hard it should have left a dent.

The man didn’t care: he reveled in the eternal misery of the rain. The weather agreed with him, as it should, for he was a god! He could turn this damnable rain into snow right now if he wanted to!   

But he didn’t: snow was a suffocatingly soft beauty, he needed the severe, bitter cruelty of rain right now.

Let the lesser beings shelter inside, drown out the steady drum of the downpour with music and warmth and chatter and family: trivial things to the man.

He’d stay out here, with the rain, keep it company, respect and love it, cherish and speak to it, but only to fill the gaping hole inside of him, the hole he told himself, harshly, in the soaking black night, didn’t exist.