Consign to Oblivion Vol2

[asimus]

The girls voice was grating on his last nerve. It was hard enough to focus with the Doctor so close to death and those insesant drums driving him mad.

He spun round fast, and stood straightening his outfit. He smiled at the girl, turning on his politicians charm and hoping to calm the girl. He could easily knock her out and run his medical tests, but he would rather have her conscious to make his experimentation complete, and so he had to make her pliable.

"Don't panic My Dear." He held out a hand for her to shake. "Harold Saxon, and you, you may hold the very key that I'm looking for."

[mastersaxon]

The Doctor was saved from temptation by the girl they had taken aboard. She reminded him of what he had stood for all those years. Humans. Alive, worthy of it. He sat up again while the Master approached her. Rassilon! He'd never manage with one heart.

[asimus]

The Master could feel the Doctor watching him and he turned once more to face him. This would never do. This girl was proving a distraction, when he should be dealing with the Doctor. He had to restrain him somehow, or risk a mutiny upon the Tardis. But for now he needed to concentrate on the Doctor.

"You, sot over there." he said to the girl, smiliing still, and pointing to a chair where he could see both her and the Doctor at once. The girl obediently sat down, though not without hesitation, and possibly only moved due to the ice cold stare the Master fixed her with.

He then crouched once more beside the Doctor, stroking his hand through his brown and fluffy hair.

"You need to rest."

[mastersaxon]

The Doctor lay on the bed again, reassured on the girl's fate. For now, she seemed to be fine. If the Master had wanted to kill her it would be done already. He could hear her erratic breath somewhere behind the bed, where she had sat. He would have moved to help her but... one heart... he was so tired... He didn't feel like saving the world just yet.

The Master's hand was in his hair. The Doctor tensed, expecting the blow. When it didn't come, he looked at the Master, puzzled. He found this new regeneration of his incredibly difficult to read. He had to learn his expressions all over again.

"Don't hurt her." It sounded almost like a plea. He couldn't do much else at the moment.

[asimus]

He laughed and rolled his eyes, pulling the Doctors face very close to his. For a moment he had the urge to slap him, but instead stroked a gentle hand down his cheeks before kissing his forehead and then dropping him back onto the bed with a thump.

"Oh don't you worry your pretty little head." He cooed in a patronising manner. "I won't hurt her. I want to keep her intact to retain her powers."

[wildcard]

Claude felt heaps better as the drip completed its run into his arm. He didn't understand why he kept apologising - wasn't like him at all. He had blushed scarlet when exiting the bathroom to find Toshiko keeping guard over him. Was she watching his back or ready to shoot, he wasn't too sure but hoped it was not the latter.

Toshiko had frowned seeing the drip not in his arm and she pouted - he thought rather prettily.

"Feeling better, me." He said and patted his stomach. "All better and to answer your question..."

Tosh smiled, tilting her head to one side and suddenly remembered the question she had asked over half an hour ago.

"I was experimented on... by the company." Claude gulped and blinked rapidly remembering what the ba***rds had done to him. "One test was to see if I could detect other "Specials" they mucked about with something inside me. It didn't work... well not at the time. It was only a few years later I realised my gut told me when a "Special was about"."

[Irisxeyes]

Powers? The only 'power' she had was regeneration but she couldn't tell them that, they would kill her and go looking for someone with the right kind of 'powers', maybe they were supposed to take Peter or Evelyn? Claire frowned in confusion and kept her eyes on..Harold Saxon, she didn't trust him, she didn't trust either of them but the other one seemed friendlier and less likely to hurt her.

Her eyes darted back and forth between them and the grip she had on the side of the chair tightened, again she was telling herself to remain calm. She did not want to be here. If only she hadn't left the hotel room like her father had said, countless times before.

[Elmo]

"He won't fire the damn gun, and I doubt highly he could hurt this...Sylar," Remington stated. Mohinder seemed to be talk, he doubted the man could actually kill someone, even in self defense.

"If my mother is locked away there, then I don't come to be, nor does my dear, sweet sister," He added. "I'd rather like to go back to my loft in my time and have it be mine and not some random fools because I don't exist in my world anymore."

With that he gave a polite nod in Adam's direction. "I'll be back shortly," he said before he disappeared.

[wildcard]

Still wobbly on his pins Claude allowed Toshiko to assist him to a seat. He felt tired still but wondered if he could get a cuppa .

"I'm parched." He said to Tosh, "Any chance of a cuppa tea?"

Tosh scoweled and replied, "Water would be best."

"Want a cuppa." Claude blinked at her and wiggled his eyebrows cheekily. "Please?" He added in a pitiful wail. Claude smirked as the woman went away on the hunt for a cuppa for him. Works every time.. he thought as he leaned back his arms behind his head.

[Elle Bishop]

Elle glared at the woman knocked out against Sylar's bed and was about to march into the room when Mohinder grabbed her and pulled her back.

"I do not suggest going in there," Mohinder stated. He motioned to the doors. "The alarms had not sounded."

"Time stopped..."

"Someone with the ability to move about time..." Mohinder trailed off. "The boy."

"The boy did what?" Remington asked from behind Mohinder, giving a sly smile.

"You released him!"

"I wouldn't call it release. Did you honestly expect to murder the fellow and get aweay with it her? Consider it me protecting your keister."

Mohinder glared.

"Look. I could just leave you hear to complain or you'll allow me to escort you out of here and to Sylar."

"Who is he?" Elle asked, looking to Mohinder.

"The brother of the blonde from the hospital, he..."

"Time travels," Remington finished for him.

"Ok, yeah, whatever...neato...can we just get out of here?" Elle sighed.

"I don't trust him," Mohinder muttered.

"Moho...if we stick around here, we die. I don't want to die. It seems kinda boring, not to mention final. So I'm gonna go with pretty boy here, so you can come with or not."

"Fine," Mohinder sighed.

"Right as rain, let's skedaddle," Elle stated.

[Sylar]

What ever it was that had been dragging him deeper let go with incredible distaste, spitting him up like a rotten cherry pip and he hit a brick wall with a thump.

His middle was no longer sore, and he could hear his beating heart ringing in his ears. His nose still itched, but, unlike previous times Sylar found himself scratching that itch. It was an incredibly pleasant experience...

Dizzied by over medication, near-death and transportation with a gut wound Sylar opened his eyes.

The light stung.

How bout that, he thought, I got into heaven after...

A blonde face stared down at him and Sylar, acting on instinct threw a very acurate left hook upwards catching the man under the nose. The man flew backwards and Sylar, still dizzy, tried to sit up and pull himself from the bed upon which he was lying.

Blinking, he was in the painter's loft, he smiled, how ironic.

The blonde man, pulling himself up, was armed. That wouldn't do. Sylar held out his hand, summoning the weapon to him, but it didn't come. He tried again. Still no dice.

"What the hell have you done to me?" He bellowed, taking advantage of the disorientated state of the man and grabbing the gun for himself before he became dizzy and stumbled backwards into a desk of glass vials and tubes. He sat amongst the debris, trying to shake off the unpleasant feeling of indegestion. He checked his gut, there wasn't even a scratch there, that was very odd, and scratched his nose with the muzzle of the gun.

Something wasn't right, for good measure, and just because he was not in a very good mood, he fired the weapon at the chest of the blonde man; killing him.

Maybe he was a bit trigger happy, he should have asked the man his name at least.

He shrugged, he'd given up trying to get to the bottom of his motivations a long time ago.

And then the man started to get up.

Sylar smiled.

[mastersaxon]

"She's not one of your toys," the Doctor protested weakly. His chest hurt from the sudden drop. He winced and wriggled to find a more comfortable position. There had to be something he could use against the Master, even in his current state.

"Leave her alone and I'll do what you want."

[asimus]

He pressed a hand to the Doctors chest to slow his wriggling.

"What could I possibly want from you?" He stood to his full height, rubbing his chin and pretending to give it some thought. "Really? Nothing." He grinned, in that very polite and yet seriously sinister manner of his. "You don't have anything that I couldn't just take from you. I mean I have the Tardis. I have rid of your cute little friends. Any knowledge of yours I can just pluck from your head."

His eyes drifted away from the Doctor and towards the as yet nameless girl.

"She on the other hand. She holds the key to Time Travel without a device. Imagine that! Imagine not being restrained by the confines of a machine. A Time Lord, truly able to go anywhere, anywhen. The gift is wasted on a human. But on us..."

The drums raged.

[Elmo]

Remington placed a hand on the small woman's shoulder, trying not to seem taken aback or awed by her presence. Tone, attitude, features, it was definitely his mother. Well, his mother 19 years or so prior to his existence.

He concentrated and soon enough the trio was back at the loft.

The was the smell of a freshly fired gun in the air.

Remy placed a hand in front of Elle in a protective way and stared over at the bed. Sylar was no longer laying there.

Instead he stood with a gun as Adam began to rise. His shirt soaked with blood and a bullet falling from his body.

"Aw cute," Elle muttered. "They're BONDING."

Mohinder marched forward in rage, raising his own gun.

"You murderous monster!"

[Sylar]

He didn't even take the time to say Hi. He took quick calculation of the people around him, grasping hold of the countertop for stability.

And, without even taking a second's thought as Suresh approached, Sylar shot Mohinder in the stomach. And then, actually thinking about it, he shot him in the throat. His aim was off, he had been aiming for his head.