My father's book!
Jan 12, 2009 7:15:23 GMT -5
Post by Mohinder Suresh on Jan 12, 2009 7:15:23 GMT -5
Mohinder was exhausted, but unable to sleep, and, driven by the desperate urge to not be at home, he went for a walk along the winding Parisian streets.
He'd forgotten his coat, though, and, tired and cold, ducked inside the nearby shop to rest before heading back. He wasn't stalling, he just... needed to sit down, for a while. That's all.
There was nowhere to sit inside the bookshop, designed as it was to be as unwelcoming to customers as physically possible. It took him a while to notice that, though, as as soon as he entered the shop all his attention was taken up with one thing; there on the shelves, right in front of his face as he came in, stood a copy of Activating Evolution.
He had given his life for that book. He had travelled half-way accross the world, twice, to unravel its mysteries. He had sacrificed his home, his job, and had his heart broken twice, all to placate his father's restless spirit, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough for that bitter old man! There was no escape. No way out.
Strangely, this epiphany did not break him as he would have guessed, had he thought about it. Instead, it flooded him with determination, and a strength he had been missing of late. If there was no place left to run, then he would fight.
On a whim, he checked his pockets for money, and, finding some, took the book to the counter to purchase it. (he didn't know what had happened to his old copy, but was pretty sure Sylar had stolen it. Probably at the same time he took the brown coat. Damn, Mohinder missed that coat)
He'd forgotten his coat, though, and, tired and cold, ducked inside the nearby shop to rest before heading back. He wasn't stalling, he just... needed to sit down, for a while. That's all.
There was nowhere to sit inside the bookshop, designed as it was to be as unwelcoming to customers as physically possible. It took him a while to notice that, though, as as soon as he entered the shop all his attention was taken up with one thing; there on the shelves, right in front of his face as he came in, stood a copy of Activating Evolution.
He had given his life for that book. He had travelled half-way accross the world, twice, to unravel its mysteries. He had sacrificed his home, his job, and had his heart broken twice, all to placate his father's restless spirit, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was ever enough for that bitter old man! There was no escape. No way out.
Strangely, this epiphany did not break him as he would have guessed, had he thought about it. Instead, it flooded him with determination, and a strength he had been missing of late. If there was no place left to run, then he would fight.
On a whim, he checked his pockets for money, and, finding some, took the book to the counter to purchase it. (he didn't know what had happened to his old copy, but was pretty sure Sylar had stolen it. Probably at the same time he took the brown coat. Damn, Mohinder missed that coat)