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Post by HN on Jun 23, 2009 12:20:09 GMT
"KAPOW" shouted the over zealous as he abseiled down the rope hanging from the helicopter. No landing pads for him. He liked to make an entrance. Dropping down on the lawn in front of the controversial laboratories, he opened his arms wide to the audience, waiting for their cries of adoration and round of applause.
None came.
It was then that he noticed one important factor. Though yes, there was a large gathering of humans, humanish and super humans present that day, none of them were remotely interested in his arrival. In fact not one was even aware, too busy pounding the faces of the beefed up security guards that were brandishing tasars.
"Oi." He pouted, eyebrows arching with feigned disappointment. "Daddy's home aren't you glad to see me?"
Had they known, they would have fallen to his feet.
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On a highway, a solitary figure stood, cape billowing behind him. A plan had been hatched. A device activated. All he had to do was wait.
It did not take long for them to arrive. Clouds of dust and dirt syphoning into the air before their bikes could be seen or heard. The caped magician covered his face, only his eyes could be seen over the shocking red fabric that draped around him.
"Marv, what the hell are you doing?" sighed an irritated school 'chum' that had arrived first, stopping before the boy at speed, spraying him with stones.
"The greatest feat any man has ever seen."
"Yeh whatever, grab your coat you're coming with us."
"HALT." Marv threw back his cloak and faced the sky, only a blast of lightening or rain storm could make the scene more convincing. Of course he was simply stalling the group, waiting for the stragglers to catch up before he unleashed his 'grand finale.'
"Children," ignoring the fact that he was perhaps the youngest there, "Today you will see magic in it's greatest form. Today..."
"Yeh, whatever, get him." The crowd rushed poor Marv, but not fast enough.
"Abracadabra!"
The boys vanished.
Had there been an audience they would have been dumbfounded, shocked, amazed beyond belief. Of course, little did they know that with old motorbike parts, a sonic screwdriver and a bit of Time Lord intelligence, developing a make shift transmatt device was pretty simple.
The Doctor poked her oil soaked face out from behind the tree she had been hiding.
"Did you see them?" Marv was literally jumping for joy. The Doctor didn't seem quite so happy.
"True, we've got rid of them, but there are two problems we now seem to face.
1. We have no idea where they came out. 2. We're going to have to walk the rest of the way."
They both sighed deeply.
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Post by Sylar on Jul 3, 2009 12:02:53 GMT
Treading over the shattered security glass and using the Doctor's clever paper (Sylar had got the hang of it now) to pass through door after door, Dylan and Sylar waded through the tall building.
Many people had run from their desks, paper work, flickering computer monitors, humming machines and laboratories, to press their noses up against the thick glass walls. They peered voyeuristically down upon the battle between the protestors and the specials on the grass forecourt. And at a helicopter which had landed and out of which their enigmatic leader had stepped.
Said Engimatic leader had wandered into the crowd, many had lost site of him in the maul, the Primatech workeds nudged each other and mumbled to themselves. They clapped their hands in excitement of the visit, the drama and the intrigue of an otherwise bland day of meetings, meetings, meetings, emails, arguments, post it notes and conference calls.
When Sylar and Dylan passed people in the corridor the found to their astonishment that they were, for the larger part, ignored. In fact, it wasn't as if they were ignored, they were actually, actively, avoided. People even diverted their eyes! Well, thought Sylar, there would have been news reports about his escapades surely. He really did like being famous.
At one point a young mail clerk seemed to be making a bee-line for the pair of them, envelopes in hand. He had a fixed smile of expectation, verging on the fanatical, he seemed to want to start up a conversation... but he clearly changed his mind at the last second and diverted into a janitorial cupboard. Dylan and Sylar continued.
Dylan felt like royalty. Sylar just felt hungry. Not long now he thought, back to normal, then he would make up with the Doctor, she would never be any the wiser and he was sure he could persuade her to forget about the killing spree thing. He could have a quick drink, pick up a few powers before dinner, and they'd be back on the Tardis in no time.
It was about that time he collapsed.
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Post by HN on Jul 6, 2009 20:41:05 GMT
"What the hell are you doing here?" Elle shrieked in a voice that could have shattered both ear drums and glass alike. She had been heading downstairs to watch her boys deal with the trash outside, feeling somewhat chipper, when she had run across Sylar and the kid. Her mood instantly darkened.
She didn't really care that Sylar was on his knees, or that aforementioned kid was trying to pull him to his feet. She barely recognised the child as she pushed him out the way, not even registering where she knew those sweet brown eyes from. She just strode straight up to Sylar, and slapped him. If looks could kill, no amount of super powers would have saved him. Thankfully for Sylar, they could not. Or not from this particular woman anyway.
"What the hell are you doing here?" She repeated again this time through gritted teeth, hoping to draw less attention to herself.
"Erm mom."
"Not now." She snapped. Paused. Then flung herself upon Dylan.
"Oh my God, what did he do to you?"
And so her evil violent streak was placed firmly back on Sylar.
"What are you doing with my son?"
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Post by Sylar on Jul 11, 2009 13:43:11 GMT
"You know him?" Dylan snapped, not gracing his mother with an answer, he hoped she'd assume the worst; it was about time she worried about him, he thought. He paused and thought again, he could be clever when he wanted to be, "Wait...you knew he was alive? All this time everyone thought he died in that explosion and you...you're not even surprised we're here."
Elle said nothing, she straightened the seams of her skirt.
"What exactly do you know about him?" She demanded in her most motherly of tones.
Dylan knew his mother was game playing, she knew far more than she was letting on, this was clear. "I know he needs fixing." He said, "And..." He paused, "...that I'm going to give it him. You gonna be the Hero here and stop me mum?"
Elle pouted.
"He's a killer Dil." She said, "Bonafide Nutso. He's a villain."
"Yeah..." Dylan spat. "Well then so am I."
Elle stood her ground.
"And don't call me Dil, I'm not four anymore. Now where's the secret lab?"
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Post by HN on Jul 12, 2009 23:00:43 GMT
Elle, obviously a little surprised by her sons attitude problem, took a short step back perhaps truly expressing the distance between mother and child.
"This is not the time for a teenage rebellion Dil." She scolded frowning a little, she was too worried to think about frowns lines right now. "Especially not with him! He's dangerous, why do you think I sent you away?"
Of course, her protests fell on deaf ears, not helped by the fact that Sylar had once more collapsed onto the carpet, not looking particularly harmful to anyone right now.
Dylan snickered with a raised eyebrow, his arrogance starting manifest in a cocky swagger and a half smile as he approached his mother once more, "Yeh, real dangerous. Well guess what, I'm dangerous too."
"Dylan!"
"No, don't pretend you care about me. You let them take me. You could have stopped them, could have helped me..."
"I let them take you, to protect you from HIM. Now he's ruined everything showing up here like this. And you, he eats children like you for breakfast."
"I am NOT a child."
And with that he clicked his fingers sparking a flame with precision he had never before quite mastered. His eyes burned into that of his mothers, as they stared each other down so intently, neither noticed the smirk appear on Sylars face.
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Post by HN on Jul 12, 2009 23:17:33 GMT
It was lucky really, that the Doctor and Marv were stranded in one of the three States of America that hitchhiking had not been banned. It was even more lucky that a lone potato delivery man took this very same route every day so he could sample the burgers at the cafe they had burned to the ground. It was unlucky for him perhaps, that their lives would collide today in such a manner, that he would be forced to eat the packed lunch his wife had made for him, and forced go miles out of his way for a beautiful woman who he could only ever fantasise about. But for the Doctor and Marv, they had hit the jackpot.
The pickup truck/hover craft pulled to a stand still beside the worn out pair.
"Where too little lady?" The man asked, equally as scruffy and rough looking as his van.
"Pinehearst please," The Doctor smiled, flashing a little cleavage as she stepped up to the window, "If you know where that is."
"Sure do," his southern accent rolled off his tongue with his spit, eyes never once leaving the Doctors chest. "Hop in."
And so the journey began, with Marv squeezed uncomfortably close to the door and only slightly worried that it would pop off its hinges mid flight; and the Doctor having her leg "accidentally" feeled up by the somewhat disgusting farmer who could be likened to a pig, or some other rotund animal that rolled in excrement.
"Genetically modified potatoes" the man was saying, wiping his stubbled chin clean of the egg yolk that has previously fallen from his now devoured sandwich, "square you see. They don't roll away. Tell that to your friends at that lab place."
And so the conversation went on like this, very one way, with the Doctor nodding and smiling at suitable places, and poor Marv clinging to the door handle for dear life.
"Not long now." and both parties gave a huge sigh of relief.
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Post by Sylar on Jul 12, 2009 23:44:39 GMT
Sylar dragged himself to his feet. His head felt like cement, his hands weighed down by something more powerful than gravity, "Touching as this is," he suggested, "and curious as I am about this neat little family reunion and as much as right now I would love more than anything to," He fixed Elle with his eyes, "Catch up..."
She could not hold his stare and looked away. He wondered what he was to her now. Clearly she thought him dangerous, and alive...that fascinated him. The last time he had seen her had been hardly any time ago for him, she had her legs wrapped around Peter. She was young and perky then, but was neither of those things any more. Her hair was greying; her shoulders firm; her mischievous smile laced with sadness and loss. She wore a skirt a fifteen year old would parade, and a blouse which showed the age in her chest bone, despite her gravity defying breasts...Sylar lost his grip on the nearby object which had given him purchase to stand. Dylan caught him. He was well trained.
"Your son made a request and I'm getting hungry, I came here for power Elle, something tells me you deal in that commodity so if you wouldn't mind."
Elle pouted, tossed her hair over her shoulder defiantly.
"Fine." She said, "But you totally owe me one for turning up out of the blue like this! It's not a freaking diner you know! There are protocols..." Her sniding trailed away as she began to walk down the corridor, her heals clacking on the stone floor, her behind bopping from side to side in defiance. Sylar smiled as he watched her walk away, still the same old Elle. He missed her.
Dylan helped him walk behind, it was becoming difficult for him. He couldn't help feeling as if he was running out of time.
"Thanks" Dylan said quietly, "I can't believe I spoke to her like that, it felt so..."
"Empowering?" Sylar coyly suggested.
"Cool." Dylan clarified.
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Post by HN on Jul 15, 2009 14:01:53 GMT
"Pinehearst Biotech Research Facility"
"Yes, yes I can read." Marv responded with a hint of his remaining nerves and a humorous smile.
"Well, I was just being thorough."
The Doctor poked her tongue out at the young boy, enjoying the very new and exciting experience that came with her new found role as surrogate mother. She smiled quite genuinely as Marv's own smile widened to that of a mischievous grin flashing full white milky teeth. He had grown so much even in the short space of time they had known each other. The Doctor should not have been surprised, she had this way of bringing the heroes out of the most unlikely people, no matter what version of Doctor she was.
"So what are you going to do about that lot down there? You know, in the act of being thorough and all."
Marv of course, was referring to the full scale riot happening down the hill in front of the reception gates. And of course, the Doctor had a plan. Ish.
"Have I ever let you down Marv?" Eyebrows waggling and eyes flashing with fun, the Doctor haired down the hill toward the crowd and the jet-helicopter transport vehicle.
"It's too early to tell." Marv mumbled under his breath, both frustrated by the Doctor's obvious ADHD and amused deeply. With but a moments hesitation, the man-child Marv, followed after his saviour.
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Post by Sylar on Jul 18, 2009 12:46:06 GMT
"He's putting it on you know." Elle called back at her son as they descended another floor, "Playing games, that's all he ever does."
"You think I want anyone to see me like this?" Sylar responded, he hadn't intended to, but there was something about Elle which made him...vulnerable. Pain stuck him again and so the procession was forced to a halt. Elle, for all her bluster, ran back and fussed over him. She wrapped her hand around his face, it was still as soft as he remembered even if she was so very different to the woman he fell in love with all those years before.
"You stupid lug, what the hell did you eat?" She said.
"Mo-om". Dylan nudged snidely, "I thought you you said he was a -" He mimiced her high pitched tone sarcastically, "Killer, or whatever."
"Yeah well..." Elle retorted, for once lost for words. "I'm just a big softy then aren't I. Never could resist helping an injured puppy. Look where that got me..." She indicated towards her son in displeasure.
"I am here you know." Sylar added darkly and pulled himself to his feet as quickly as he can. "I just need that injection, then I'll be out of your hair."
"Injection?!" Elle said with surprise. "You mean you're not after the usual?"
Both Dylan and Sylar looked at Elle with exactly the same look of surprise and confusion.
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Post by HN on Jul 20, 2009 13:51:48 GMT
The high tech transport device, that could hardly be called a helicopter, provided excellent cover for the Doctor and Marv. Peeking over the top of the incredibly shiny machine, the Doctor searched her surroundings for an easy access point to the building and/or Sylar and Dylan.
Ducking back down she looked to her young companion, “We need to cause a diversion, what are you doing?”
Marv, who had been examining his chin in the mirrored surface of the transport, blushed red and muttered, “I have a zit.”
The Doctor laughed in hushed tones, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. “It’s all part of growing up.” She said, “If you pick at it it’ll scar, now, COME ON.”
She took the boys hand and dashed out from behind the machine, and rushed straight into a solid meaty barrier. Falling to the floor, she looked up into the handsome, angular face of a suited man.
“Well hi there.” She said, fluttering those eye lashes in automatic flirt mode.
“It’s not often women throw themselves at my feet.” He drawled, and then he grinned, showing a set of white pearly teeth, “Who am I kidding, they do it all the time.”
The man helped the Doctor to his feet, both ignoring the gobsmacked child behind.
“Gee whizz!” Marv explained hyperventilating just a little. “It’s the President!”
“It sure is, I came back for my coat.”
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Post by Sylar on Jul 20, 2009 18:05:39 GMT
"The usual?" Dylan asked in an accusatory fashion, he let go of Sylar who was thankful he had the ability to keep on his feet - it would have been highly embarrassing if he had fallen down at this point. He applied all his energy and concentration to remaining upright.
It was now Elle's turn to be confused. She looked to Sylar, confused, then angry, then desperate, then confused, then finally with an expression of someone who had just got the joke.
"Oooooooooooooooooh." She trilled, "I get it." She drew a circle around her face. "Now I get this. I was wondering. Not that I'm complaining mind..."
She turned to her son "Nothing darling... nothing at all." She returned her steely blue eyed stare to Sylar and offered her his arm. She carried him forth ahead of Dylan who dawdled behind.
"You really are a first class bastard." She whispered to Sylar, "Messing with the kid's head like this...you're giving the kid daddy issues now? Don't you don't think Pete did a good enough job of screwing him up? You're playing a dangerous game Darling..."
Sylar wasn't inclined to argue. If it got him what he wanted he would go along with whatever she needed to justify it. Though he did not deny there was a moment of trhill when she called him Darling, he couldn't help mentally comparing her and the Doctor. He wondered if that was why the Doctor became the hot blonde bombshell she did...then his thoughts became particularly dirty. Hell, at least his hunger subsided momentarily, or...changed...not for long enough however. His brain flooded with the need for the power he could not release, it ached with the frustration and craving.
"Holy sh!t!" Elle said as she looked at him, "What the hell is that?"
Sylar looked caught his reflection again as Elle released him in horror. Something within him had bubbled to the surface, words, a black, incomprehensible scrawl. "Sunshine?" Sylar said before he collapsed again into Elle's arms. Dylan too ran to his aid, catching him as he convulsed with whatever was inside him holding all that power and hunger captive.
"Holy sh!t." Elle repeated, imaginative exclamations leaving her, "He wasn't faking..."
"Told you." Dylan snided as Elle whipped out her cell and dialled.
"We need a Doctor, third floor. The President is very ill."
Dylan stared at his mother, open mouthed.
"What?" She said. "Oh...yeah...so...I suppose I should explain."
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Post by HN on Jul 21, 2009 10:53:31 GMT
It was not like the Doctor to swoon, but the charming charismatic individual before her made her head soft and her knees buckle. He oozed with power and a hint of arrogance. Oh how she would love to knock him down a peg or two, and take him for a tumble in the deepest darkest recesses of the Tardis. Enough! She must get these new female hormones under check.
“So, Mr President.” She grinned just a little too manically, “What can we do for you?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” He said smirking ever so slightly, as his body leaned into close proximity, “You are after all snooping around my heli-transport.”
“Not snooping, certainly not, just... sleuthing.”
“We weren’t even!” Marv spoke up, his voice warbling towards a high pitched squeak, caused by both nervous terror, and adolescence. “We were looking for a way in.”
The Doctor cut in smoothly, trying to come across less break and enter-y, and more responsible visitor-esque.
“Our friend, is having a treatment. A Mr Sylar. We must find him and wish him well.”
The President stood a little straighter at the mention of the name, his smirk widening ever so slightly, yet it was barely detectable.
“Is that so. Well, let me escort you inside.”
And he offered the Doctor his arm in such a gentlemanly fashion, that she could not object. Marv rolled his eyes with distaste and followed the pair a few steps behind.
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Post by Sylar on Jul 21, 2009 16:25:06 GMT
"What the hell are you talking about Mum?" Dylan looked offended at her brazen abuse of her connection to the Presidency, more specifically, his Uncle Nathan.
"It's a long story..." Elle stalled.
"Well shorten it." Dylan demanded.
"Umm...Yeah...so...well...umm..."
"Spit it out." He thumped his mother on the arm.
"Nathan Petrelli...the real Nathan Petrelli sort of...died..."
"Sort of died?"
"Yeah well...I guess the more accurate definition would be 'murdered'"
"By?" Dylan pressed.
"Your new found buddy bud, Bucko, like, what...twenty years ago or something."
"You're not reeeally making it clear mum."
"Nathan is dead, Sylar is President, and has been since like 2010."
"Sooooooo...You're saying that 'Sylar' the guy they teach us about in History 101...is running the Free world?"
"In a nutshell sweety."
"Holy sh!t." Dylan surmised.
"My words exactly." Elle compounded.
"So, if this is the President, and don't get me wrong, I'm like awed and everything...I mean the man's a damn legend, whatever face he's got! what the hell is he doing going on a killing spree in California? I mean surely he can do that without leaving his goddamn office."
"And he does, why do you think we set up this place hun, it's a Genetically-modified dinner buffet, all over the country, an order gets placed and...Christ I'm nothing more than a waitress. The ones that get the juice are also modified to be...well...less than adept at survival and the rejects...well they get frogmarched into the army, if they have a half decent bone in their body, it's a nice controllable front of super-stupid Menu Rejects. The anomolies those with half a brain get their viscious side nurtured, they're draghted into the CIA working for him. Why do you think all the Organic Specials were killed hunny? They were too good at fighting back" Elle sighed..."Survival of the fittest hun. Hell don't they teach you anything in school these days? I only survived this long because he's kinda sweet on me...Why the hell do you think we changed your name, sent you away. I didn't want him to find you, I thought if we buried you in with his rejects at one of the special schools he'd never find you...Guess I was wrong." She pouted and a medical team ran around the corner at great speed.
"That was the short version?" Dylan asked, as the medical team, blindly following their CEOs orders regardless of their quizzical expressions ('That's not the Predisident' whispered a porter, 'Shh, you wanna get flash-fried' admonished a nurse) lifted their patient onto a stretcher.
"Hunny you have no idea." Elle sighed.
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Post by HN on Jul 23, 2009 18:43:51 GMT
The road returning to Pinehearst was less perilous. Rioters had grown tired and were sitting on the grass in clumps, enjoying the social engagement. Stories of other such demonstrations were told, spliffs were shared, card games played. The few, who maintained their spirit, fought onward, but most were pushed face first into the dirt by broad shouldered security guards with batons. They were soon outnumbered and out smarted.The scent of dried blood filled the air with that of the freshly cut grass, just as poignant, yet not as unusual. It struck the Doctor that this place saw violence regularly, and yet was still a haven for those who wanted what they did not have, and equally for those who wanted rid of what they did.
The President, who’s footing was sure and jovial, lead the way, his arm never leaving the Doctor’s, even when he stopped to sign autographs and pose for photos. Hushed voices passed through the crowd like a wave surging toward the shores.
“Is that him?” “It’s can’t be.” “Look who it isn’t.” “Is that his girlfriend?” “I thought he was married?” “What ever happened to his wife and kids?”
It seemed that the presence of this nations leader, struck inspiration and passion once more in their hearts. Soon, like a herd of beasts, they strove forward, fighting to get to the front to see the man who they loved and worshipped.
“Run.” said man whispered, as they came for him, wanting to hold him and kiss him and other such niceties. They did.
Marv, who was trailing behind, was almost dragged down by the current, and was forced, despite grudges, to take the hand of this man who was chatting up his friend. It made his blood boil in teenage rage yet what was there else to do, except be swallowed in the masses?
The great double doors lay ahead, looming, yet a symbol of hope.
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Post by Sylar on Jul 24, 2009 12:16:23 GMT
Sylar groaned. "There there Sir." said nurse patting him on the shoulder. "Not long now. What happened? A shapeshifter?" She asked Elle. The nurse in question was heavy set, pug-faced and seemed to suffer a limp. This was intentional. Though the front of house sales team were stunning in every way shape and form, and in each instance as thick as pig dung and as shallow as rice paper, the hard working Primatech 'grunts' (as Elle called them) were all as asthetically pleasing as carnival folk. In some instances this was because human trials had ostensibly been conducted 'in house' for all of the drugs the company pervaded, but mostly because Elle did not like anyone prettier than her near the President when he visited.
"Something like that." Elle explained, "You've heard of a man called Sylar I'm sure?" She said with authority, the nurses nodded, ooed and ahhed appropriately. Dylan smiled with pride and surreptitious amusement at his mother's duplicity.
"He did this." She said by way of explaination, "what it is we don't know."
The doctor's face looked worried, "Then how can we fix -" He began.
"Exactly what do I pay you for? Run some damn tests."
"He said he needed the injection," Dylan clarified.
"Which one?" The doctor questioned, looking expectantly for a clue. "We have a full suite of treatments."
Dylan shrugged. "The one that gives people powers..." He suggested.
The Doctor looked unimpressed.
"It's not some miracle drug you know. It takes hundreds of treatments, a cocktail of drugs to do what we do. Plus he's the President! He can't be one of them...it would be illegal."
Elle took him by his stethoscope..."So would be stepping aside and letting him die John, do it."
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