Sylar
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You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
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Post by Sylar on Dec 30, 2008 10:43:54 GMT -5
Sylar's finger twitched, and the bullets hung in midair.
"Now, now, Mohinder. What kind of way is that to greet an old friend? Besides, you know it doesn't work."
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Post by Mohinder Suresh on Dec 30, 2008 10:51:04 GMT -5
"Hope springs eternal," he bit out. "And we were never friends. We are you here, anyway? How are you here, for that matter?"
His eyes widened suddenly, and even in his dark skin it was obvious how the blood drained from it. He handed the other baby to Dr Pierce as well, stepped forward on shaky legs and asked the final and most important question in an equally shaky voice; "How did you find me?"
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Sylar
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You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
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Post by Sylar on Dec 30, 2008 10:57:54 GMT -5
Sylar stared at him, perplexed, before the implication clicked into place. "Oh, I forgot about the kid. I tortured the information out of your boss instead." As proof, he plucked the gun from Mohinder's lax fingers and held it where the whole room could see it turn to gold.
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Post by Mohinder Suresh on Dec 30, 2008 11:10:22 GMT -5
Mohinder tried deserately to pretend he felt anything other than relief, even to himself. He failed. He'd killed a man to protect Bob, once, however temorary that death had been. Now, though, learning of his murder meant nothing. What did that say about him?
He sat down on the corner of the hospital bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping young woman. He turned his gaze to a blank spot of wall, and kept it there, silent and unmoving.
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Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
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Post by Sylar on Dec 30, 2008 11:33:13 GMT -5
Sylar frowned in concern, then looked up, noticing the room's other occupants for the first time. "The rest of you can leave now," he ordered offered generously.
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Post by Capt. Benjamin Franklin Pierce on Dec 30, 2008 22:21:58 GMT -5
Peirce nodded, both frightened and amused at the situation "You don't have to tell me twice he held the children tight to him and ordered a nurse in a short skirt over to him and had her hold the other child, making his way to the nursery.
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Mr. Spock
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I am endeavoring, ma'am, to construct a mnemonic circuit using stone knives and bearskins.
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Post by Mr. Spock on Dec 30, 2008 22:26:13 GMT -5
Spock however didn't move, whatever the man was, Spock was quicker and could get to his neck before the man had a chance to think. "I'm afraid sir's that you two should leave, there is a woman asleep, who just went through a difficult process and must be moved to another room." He looked out the door past the man where a nurse stood ready to clean up the mess inside of the room and another two to move her.
"So if you'd be so kind as to take your quarrel elsewhere we'd all greatly appreciate it."
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Post by Mohinder Suresh on Dec 31, 2008 7:01:57 GMT -5
A dry, humourless laugh escape Mohinder's throat. "Quarrel, he says! Quarrel! I'm so sorry that my quarrel with my father's murderer has disturbed you. I'll be sure to take it elsewhere." He looked at Sylar with defeated eyes, and shook his head slowly. "Come on, then," he said as he stood. "Let's get you away from the innocent bystanders. There's no point in dragging them into this."
((If somebody could just wack Sylar on the back of the head and knock him out, that'd be great. Thanks.))
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Post by The Cheshire Cat on Dec 31, 2008 13:20:57 GMT -5
Almost before Mohinder had even finished speaking, a piece of tiling fell heavily from the ceiling, landing atop Sylar's head. For one moment he portrayed a look of complete surprise on his face. Then his eyes rolled back and he tumbled forward, unconscious.
A dry, cattish laugh emanated from somewhere towards the ceiling where there appeared only empty air, all but too faint to be heard.
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Post by Mohinder Suresh on Dec 31, 2008 13:37:10 GMT -5
Mohinder heard nothing but the heavy thud as Syalr hit the floor, and didn't stop to question this stroke of luck. He kicked aside the now-useless gun, and snatched the strange weapon from that man's fingers. He swung it round to point at the unconscious serial killer...
And stood there, trembling from the adreneline going to waste. Finally, he knelt down straddling Sylar's chest and belted him with the weapon, over and over, snarling incoherantly.
Eventually, he stood again and, pausing to spit firmly in Sylar's face, stalked out of the room.
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Hedonism
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More. Always more.
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Post by Hedonism on Jan 5, 2009 18:34:25 GMT -5
((Sorry, sorry. I was without internet. And also sorry, but the babies are spoken for. But I'm sure that you'll be able to manage some others for science.))
*Enough of that. Hedonism didn't quite like this feeling...this weakness that had her drifting in and out of consciousness. She loved chaos, but only when she was in a bit more control of it. Weakly, she pushed herself up to sitting and nodded, first to the doctor and then to the Vulcan.*
"Thanks, doc. We should catch up soon. And to you, Spock for...everything else."
*She grinned as best she could manage.*
"Oh, and your captain...you can find him in the elven land of Lorien. Give him my regards when you see him."
*And with that, she melted into a puff of sweet-smelling pipe smoke. And in the nursery, the children promptly vanished.*
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Mr. Spock
- In the Duggins -
I am endeavoring, ma'am, to construct a mnemonic circuit using stone knives and bearskins.
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Post by Mr. Spock on Jan 9, 2009 14:12:28 GMT -5
Spock watched in amazement as he was suddenly alone and his phazer lay on the ground, now have been used as a weapon to beat this man, who it seemed had all ready been unconcious.
He said nothing as he picked up the phazer and moved passed the mans still body and out of the hospital to find his way to this elven kingdom, to the captain.
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Sylar
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You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
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Post by Sylar on Jan 23, 2009 14:32:14 GMT -5
Much later, Sylar woke to an empty room and a pounding headache. He grabbed on to the bed and used it to pull himself up slowly; apparantly not slowly enough, as a wave of dizziness washed over him. He collapsed on the bed, ignoring the smell of blood from childbirth.
It was only when, remembering what had happaned, he reached back to check for bumps and found something sticking his hair together that it occured to him not all of the blood was that woman's.
Shit. He might have a concussion. He did feel dissoriented... hospital. He was in some kind of hospital. "Nurse?" he called. "Doctor?"
This was so demeaning, and it wouldn't be happening if he'd been able to get to Claire. How had he allowed his obsession with Chandra's son to get in the way of his evolutionary imperative? When did one man, who wasn't even special, become more enticing than immortality?
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Post by Tsuzuki on Feb 6, 2009 9:57:09 GMT -5
A man walking by paused when Sylar called out, turning slightly alarmed purple eyes on him. After a moment of hesitation, he took a step forward to hover in the doorway.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, his eyes going a little wider at all the blood on the bed. Then again, this was a hospital- "I'm not a doctor, but maybe I could find you one?" He withdrew a little, tilting backward to memorize the room number.
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Sylar
- Ingenious Pilot -
You have no idea how alone I used to feel. You've given me hope.
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Post by Sylar on Feb 6, 2009 10:12:09 GMT -5
Sylar forced his eyes open and tried to focus on the man who'd just come in. The room swam a little, but his vision cleared quickly.
"I think I have a concussion," he told the stranger. "I can't remember..." he trailed off, trying to concentrate on helping his body to heal. It was difficult, though, to use any of his abilities with a head injury, and even at his best, knitting the broken skin together telekinetically was painstaking work, not very effiecient and never enough for a complete heal of any but the smallest wounds.
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