Niagra Falls skit Heroes styleBased off a sketch the Three Stooges do in one of their episodes! <3
Matt: (bumps into Sylar) Sorry, pal!
Sylar: Pal....its been a while since Ive been called pal.
Matt: (recognizes him as Sylar) Wait! Arent you that serial killer? (backs away)
Sylar: I havent always been a serial killer.....I was normal once, just like you. Would you like to hear my story?
Matt: Not re
Sylar: Many years ago I went by the name of...Gabriel. I had a family--a mother, a father. I even had a stuffed animal. Mr. BunBun. I loved that stuffed animal. One day, I lost it. I lost Mr. BunBun, never to see him again.
Matt: Wait--was it pink?
Matt: Was it fluffy?
Matt: Did it have chew marks around the edges of the ears because you used to gnaw it whilst asleep?
Sylar: Yes yes!! Do you have him?!
Matt: Nope was just an educated guess.
Sylar: Oh. Anyway...after losing Mr. BunBun I lost myself. To hear my own name drove me insane. To me, Ga
Knowledge Chapter One"Any last words?"
She keeps staring at me, that....that awestruck look in her eyes. Whats this girls problem?
You know I dont have any powers, right?
God, that arrogance!
You know who I am. You know where I am. Do you honestly think Id let you leave alive? Youre disposable to me.
She smilessmiles!and says, If you really thought that Id be already dead.
My turn to be sarcastic. Oh, really? Because I was under the impression that I was being humane, giving you some last wishes.
Somethinga memory, perhaps?flashed across her eyes. Nonetheless she remained looking content where she was, tied to a chair in my apartment.
Sylar! That startles her a bit.
Sylar. I can help you.
I feel my eyebrow raise but suppress it. Too human. You have no powers; you already pointed that out to me. What use would you be to me?
I had never been afraid of the dark.
That being said, I had never been in this place. The question was, where was here? No outside sounds pierced through the thick blackness which surrounded me. There was nothing else to indicate where I was.
With nothing for my brain to focus on, I'm suddenly launched into my memories full-force: I'm standing on the bridge, turning to leave...turning again because the sound of a speeding car alerted me...the lights, two demon eyes shining through that pitch darkness...the pain...the silence.
Am I dead?
Is this Heaven?
The darkness stretches on-- there is so escape! My screams disappear, engulfed by the thick atmosphere around me. Panic seizes my chest. This is the Purgatory I had heard so much about. A hundred years of this? I'd rather die!
Like a blind man, I shuffle forward. Hands outstretched, eyes wide open, barely breathing for fear that I'll suddenly run into a camouflaged wall or off of a cliff edge.
Light suddenly flo