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Post by HN on Mar 19, 2009 19:27:45 GMT
It didn't hover, so much as roll, but beggars could not be choosers. Using her feminine wiles, the Doctor managed to flirt her way into borrowing a classic converted hover car from a young male passer-by.
"I'll bring it back in one piece. Promise." She blew the lad a kiss as she got behind the wheel of the car, totally missing his expression of worry and sexual frustration.
"Buy me dinner!" He called back to her, but the car was already edging away from the pavement, around the corner to where the two boys were hiding just out of view.
"Hop in." and off they went; windows open, the radio stuck on Classic FM, and no one with anything to say; the journey wasn't an unpleasant one. All were concerned about what they were to find at the end of Highway 101, and so the level of tension increased with each passing moment.
At least they were on their way now. Standing still always gave the Doctor indigestion, especially when someone close to her was in danger.
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Post by Sylar on Mar 20, 2009 13:18:30 GMT
"No you won't." Sylar said, his urges got the better of him, he cut through the sinew of poor Doreen's neck with the Disney cup and dropped her to before moving on to the next serving girl (Name tag: Frankie). This was fun. And yet he hesitated, something was wrong. He meant to do something, he was certain of it. He thought back, exactly what had he been doing that morning. Murder was all well and good, but there was very little reason behind...Frankie fell to the floor, having apathetically let what was going to happen happen, and though the next one ran a little once he (Name tag: Burke, a fat man in a bandanna) stopped and turned as soon as Sylar tapped him on the shoulder. Sylar buried the remnants of the bloody mickey glass in the man's throat and looked around for a better weapon. There was a very nice gun behind the bar.
"Human shields? That's so last decade."
"Don't you get it Elle-Myra," He said, the word Elle reverberating in his head like misplaced Deja Vu, "They don't want to be saved. Run on home now, before I get around to you."
It was only then that the patrons of the diner seemed to react, en masse, en mob, they threw themselves from their booths in a stampede to get out.
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Post by HN on Mar 21, 2009 14:08:01 GMT
Wading through the treacle of her own personal dilemma, Layla hesitated. To push onward, or turn tail and run? That was the question; for she was no hero, not really, and this guy was a cold blooded killer. Was she? She had taken life before, but never intentionally. But to live, to save the inhabitants of this room, Layla must kill with purpose.
Seeing herself in the hungry eyes of the man before her sent a chill down her spine. Her fists clenched, her knuckles cracked, and then she made a choice: Onward. She would do what needed to be done. She was not driven by a primal desire to kill, but one to do good.
Moral dilemma over. Hesitation became action. The gloves came off. She lunged forward.
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Post by Sylar on Mar 23, 2009 20:50:15 GMT
Sylar punched Layla in the face.
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Post by HN on Mar 24, 2009 8:38:37 GMT
The uncertainty as to why skin on skin contact with Sylar did him no harm was shaken from Layla's mind as her brain collided painfully with the inside of her skull. Stumbling back and seeing only spots, she tried to regain both balance and composure. All she had to do was get hold of him; keep hold of him, and he'd drop like a sack of potatoes. He was going down, of that she was certain.
She lunged, her hands out stretched for Sylars throat, her steal gaze both cold and determined. Fire burned with rage in the pit of her stomach, as she felt a passion she had never experienced.
"STOP."
The whole room froze to the orders of such a commanding voice. Even the birds in the trees beyond the cafe held their breaths in suspense.
"I'd like a coffee to go please." Said the Doctor with a easy smile and touch of humour. "Oh, and he's coming with me."
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Post by Sylar on Mar 24, 2009 10:06:02 GMT
His arm tingled reminiscently. A face flashed in his senses, she was still there then, in the back of his mind, the lovely Elle, clearly this girl was similar. He could probably survive a good deal of electricity, nonetheless he was lucky that the contact had been swift. he blushed a little at her thought and then her face merged into the wide grin of the Doctor who was wading through the debris of smashed plates and upturned hamburgers which had been strewn about in the stampeed. Sylar's smirk faltered, rather like a boy caught under the bed sheets with his favorite magazine.
"It's not what it looks like." He said, and wondered if he could get away with 'I don't know what came over me'. The Doctor wasn't stupid, anything but. Who was he kidding, it was exactly what it looked like.
How to fix it? Flowers? Chocolate? Maybe he shouldn't bother trying to make it up to her...maybe he should just carry on as he was before, it was a lot of fun. He had planned to kill her once, what exactly was stopping him?
Then again, he was certain he was on his way somewhere before he got sidetracked by the runner. But for the life of the bodies at his feet he couldn't remember what it was...or why.
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Post by HN on Mar 28, 2009 22:07:08 GMT
"Not how it looked?" Layla's jaw dropped to meet her collar bone with a audible click, eyes wide with surprise. "It's exactly how it looks."
She would have stepped forward to insult, be witty and generally act the morally superior being had she not been stopped by the loud rumble of motorbike engines roaring up the highway.
"What the?" Both Layla and the Doctor turned to witness whatever or whoever was approaching, when Dylan barrelled through the doors panting slightly from the brisk jog from the car.
"They're here. Oh my God they're here."
Melodrama was his forte it seemed, and today was no exception.
"What? Who?" It was the Doctor that voiced the question that was in everyones head, the Doctor who, after glancing quickly over her shoulder to make eye contact with Sylar once more, strode to the window.
Like some horrible 1970s hog gang, greased up and wearing leathers, the students of Class A: Heroics 101 skidded their motor bikes to a halt before the smashed glass of the diner.
Trouble, with a capital T.
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Post by Sylar on Apr 1, 2009 12:05:39 GMT
The boy who had bowled into the Diner stared open mouthed at Sylar before him as a gangly ginger kid ran in behind him and gasped for air.
"Replaced already?" Sylar asked the Doctor, indicating the kids, "It's not even been an hour."
The Doctor smiled, shrugged that kind of silent response a mother gave an unruly child demanding attention.
Sylar presumed that the kids heading for the diner were on the powerful side, being tragically unable to use any of his abilities he did his best not to seem alarmed. While a large part of him wondered if the Doctor could or even would protect him he suspected that she would not do so thinking he had been on a murderous rampage (the fact that this of course had been what he was doing was a moot point) and especially if she thought he had been on a murderous rampage AND no longer possessed the powers which made him both valuable to her and a threat.
These were the very thoughts which ran through his mind as Layla began to yell, "No!" She called out with teenage defiance, stamping her boot, "I got here first!" She protested and clicked her knuckles. Repeating her 'claim' she grabbed a firm hold of Sylar's wrist and sent a very large current up his arm and through each fiber of his body.
It was surprising, pleasant at first and then exceptionally unpleasant.
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Post by HN on Apr 4, 2009 11:40:30 GMT
She was going to ignore him for now, as the Doctor had such a moral dilemma on her hands that she knew not what to do. Sylar was a killer; killers were bad, yet she had known this of him prior to their trip to the Compound, and had in fact revelled in his ability to take life when she could not. It had been a weakness that would have landed her dead, and yet now she condemned this man for strength which she had once used to her advantage. Besides, was she not one to always walk that murky place between good and bad, forever living in a state of grey.
But now was not the time to reminisce, as danger was a foot, and she had no plan. The doors would come down, and the biker gang would be upon them in a moment, and yet there was no getaway. If they ran, they would be chased, better to make a stand. Sylar let out a hiss behind her, grating on her already fraying nerves. His attention seeking behaviour; for thats what she assumed this little killing spree was, needed to be knocked out of him.
"Sylar shut it." She growled, not taking her eyes away from the scene before her. "We're going to have words when we get back to the Tardis, right now I need to think."
A gasp, and a sound not unlike that of a grown man hitting the floor.
The Doctor turned to find Sylar on his knees, his eyes bloodshot and bulging in their sockets as he gurgled on flem and blood. The immediate danger of the rabble of 'heroes' was forgotten, as Sylar imminent death suddenly took priority.
CRASH
The glass broke. They were inside.
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Post by HN on Apr 4, 2009 12:03:10 GMT
Dylan had been hiding at minimum safe distance, with his best friend Marv, behind the counter. Broken glass lay at his feet, crunching under foot as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other. Crouching was turning his thighs to lead, but he could not risk sitting upon the floor in fear of sticking a piece of broken bottle uncomfortably up his rear. And so the boys crouched, clinging to each other out of mutual fear as much as comfort, neither uttering a word.
"Sylar! Shut it." The unseen Doctor snapped from her vantage point by the window, obviously struggling with the on coming events. This filled neither boy with confidence, but drew Dylan into a thoughtful trance, and not because he was formulating a plan.
Of course, the man currently being manhandled by the Heart Breaker, had been introduced to him as Mr Sylar earlier that day. The name had struck a chord for a split second back then, but Dylan had been unable to associate the word with his head full of pop culture references. Having heard the man addressed simply as "Sylar" made his heart flip flop and his face flush red.
He stood abruptly, eyes wide with surprise and adoration.
"Nooo. Not THE Sylar?" He asked, totally oblivious to the fact that Sylar at that moment was being drained of life, and a squad of highly trained "specials" were coming through the window.
"As in, nuclear bomb, number one most wanted of 2006, the most AWESOME bad ass of all time?"
Dylan gaped, and then, as if for the first time noticing the horrors around him, leaped over the counter, and turned his flaming hands upon the girl Layla.
"Oh no you don't." He squeaked, unable to think of a witty comment such as: "Burn baby burn." or "This time it's personal;" for his excitement bubbled too high in his throat.
The room turned into a flaming inferno, the already peeling paint bubbled and melted away from the wooden counter that lit aflame. Marv screamed and bolted toward the bathroom, his shirt burning at the sleeve.
Layla stood no chance, taking the brunt of the uncontrolled attack, and turning to a charcoaled corpse upon the ground.
Dylan chocked in the thick smoke, dropping to his knees, half dragging half carrying the semi conscious celebrity along with him, totally ignoring the Doctors orders.
"Everybody out!"
"I don't know what you're up to Mr Sylar, but I want to help."
And so, the boy and the man escaped down the fire escape at the back of the building, and away from the relative safety of the Doctor's company. Away from Marv. Away from the biker gang. Most importantly, away from the burning building, that was collapsing in upon itself.
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Post by Sylar on Apr 6, 2009 22:15:20 GMT
Dizzy and aching Sylar found himself back in his car with a juvenile at the wheel who frankly threatened to take both their lives at each hair-pin turn around the cliffs. The sea hung far below them as the car veered left and then right Sylar's blurred view watched the rocks pass by him in a blur.
"It's not what it looks like." repeated the teen with a voice so concerningly fawning had Sylar not already felt the urge to vomit he would certainly have by now, "genius, I mean, Comebacks 101! Seriously if I could just come up with that sh!t I'd be running my own cartel by now. Seriously man, I'm like your number one..."
"If you say fan..." Sylar groaned and checked all his limbs were in the right place.
"...don't be grateful or anything." The teenager snapped warily.
"What for exactly?"
"Okay - so amazingly superpowerful dude like you and you let the Heart Breaker get her hands on you - you've got a virus or something right? I mean from what I've read you were kinda invincible or something."
"Read?"
"Dude you're like the daddy of every villain I know, a Charlie Manson for the 'Special' generation...I'm like your biggest -"
"Pull over." Sylar ordered.
"What I say?"
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Post by HN on Apr 8, 2009 9:26:49 GMT
The Doctor, a solitary figure, casting an aura of fury and despair, stood still among the hub bub and chaos that was once the little highway diner. Around her boys and teenage lads ran back and forth taking registers, collecting weapons, arguing amongst themselves.
One boy, tall but skinny in stature, stood before the blaze without fear. Great foaming snakes of water fired from his navel cavity, as he tried to dose the flames. A younger boy, with shocking blond hair and a slightly blue hue to his skin, stood beside him, taking deep rib cracking breaths, fanning up a frsty blizzard to take up the flames, not unlike a boy blowing out the candles on a birthday cake.
Conversation was loud, panicked, careless to the classified nature of the project.
"Where's Sylar?" "Did anyone see where he went?" "f**k we lost him." "How did he get away he was out for the count?" "f**k, was that Heart Breaker?" "Man that girl grew some coconuts." "Dylan, that f**king traitor. I'll break his kneecaps."
The Doctor snapped out of her quiet contemplation. She knew that voice. She turned, spying Brutus dressed in full commando gear complete with war paint. What a geek.
"Dunno, didn't see, Marv ran into the toilets though." "Do you think he's dead?" "Probably." "f**k, stupid wanker should have kept his nose out."
The Doctor didn't wait to hear anything more. She ran head first into the burning building.
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Post by Sylar on Apr 15, 2009 22:49:48 GMT
Dylan did not pull over. He put his foot upon the pedal.
"How about I drive this car into a flaming pile, who'd you think would survive that me or you? Huh?" He said.
Sylar hardly cared. He was not grateful. He was not impressed at the boy's bravado. He was not afraid of death. He wanted one thing and one thing alone...
"Pinehurst." Dylan said. "You need an in. What you think you're going to do to get in there without a power...growl them to death?"
Sylar wondered if forcing the car off the cliffs would be appropriate, douse the flamethrower in water, the irony would be palpable. He may be powerless be he could break the kid's head on a rock with the ease of denting a month old apple.
"Are you still talking?" He said absently, his mind wandering onto the various methods of seperating the teenager from his spark.
"...I was saying you need an in. You can't walk up to that place and just walk inside, I mean do you really think they don't arm that place against people like you?"
"And you're going to help are you sparky?"
"It's Dylan," The boy corrected, "Dylan Petrelli."
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Post by HN on Apr 21, 2009 14:44:40 GMT
It was no lie. Dylan was the illegitimate child of the great Petrelli; Peter, who had a fling with his mother, Elle; the details of which he knew too much and cared for little. He had never met his father, yet knew him deeply thanks to the media circus that revolved around him and his brother. His last name was a burden, and so generally Dylan chose to sport his mothers name, hiding from his DNA like any child would who did not quite live up to the legend.
But Sylar was impressed, and that was what he wanted. Sylar was the anti-Peter, and he loved him as much as he hated daddy-dearest. Yet the sly smile, that slowly crept over the villains features did nothing to comfort the boy. Rather it spawned off great tendrils of frosty icicles that spread from the base of his spine, upward, making him shiver and wrap his arms around his body for warmth.
Maybe saving a psycho-killer was not such a great idea. Doubt had been seeded, yet ignored. They drove on in silence.
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Post by HN on Apr 21, 2009 14:58:35 GMT
The first thing the Doctor noticed when entering the abandoned cafe, was just how bleeding hot it was. Not surprising considering the room in which she stood, was an inferno, densely filled with both fire and smoke. Yet this did not halt her determined march into the cafe toilets. Flames licked at her face and skin, singeing the fine hair along her arms and eyebrows, burning flesh until pain stabbed deeply into her bones.
Choking, lungs collapsing, eyes streaming, she reached her destination. The toilet door, fallen from its hinges, leaving a flaming circle of death that once was an open doorway. Deep inside pressed against the furthest corner of the room was the boy, smaller than she had ever seen him, eyes wild with fear. She could not hesitate, pulling her clothing around her to form a useless shield, she leaped clearly into the dank tiled room that had become Marv's safe haven.
They weren't safe yet, parts of the ceiling had hit the ground, spreading ambers, which soon became small isolated fires, even as she watched. Beams had fallen, a light fitting had come free, sparking dangerously near her mark. Yet the closer she got to the boy, the nearer her out stretched fingers came to his, the more she realised something peculiar. There was not a mark upon his skin, nor a hair on his head harmed.
But this was not the time for dilly dallying, and so she pulled Marv into her embrace, wrapping him tightly in her protective grasp before rushing back into the open air.
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