Elle Bishop
total nut!
You'll get used to it, and then you'll start to like it.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Feb 17, 2008 0:40:47 GMT
"Where is Sylar?" Mohinder asked.
"Fifth floor down, basement. They keep the worst of the worst down there," she looked around. "We're on lower level four," Elle stated. "Aw, how charming Daddy didn't want to put me with the other nutjobs," Elle growled.
"Let's go then," Mohinder urged, grabbing Elle by the arm and leading her to the stairs.
The had reached the basement floor and Elle was leading them straight to Sylar's cell when suddenly, everything paused.
Time has stopped, leaving them frozen in the hall.
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Post by Dylan & Marv on Feb 17, 2008 0:42:40 GMT
"I take it you get your conversational drive from your mother." Adam noted, having already worked out that particular dalliance and the boy's eagerness to save Elle. He didn't add any more, merely left hanging in the air the faintest idea he might have figured it out...
"Inject it directly into his heart, until we re-enter the timeline I doubt his heart will be able to pump it. Do it now and then we will leave, taking him with us. Somewhere safe. Though I would not recommend we return to the hotel, unless you want to throw a newly woken villain into the midst of Peter and your sister. If this monster requires taming it should be somewhere far away from innocents."
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Post by thestral on Feb 17, 2008 0:48:38 GMT
"Someone called in...?" Jack muttered to himself softly, a frown creasing his brow. He flicked through the document. They didn't have that much really. They didn't even know what Torchwood did which was a comfort he supposed.
Wrong anyway. He wasn't a regenerative. His healing may be advanced and fast now but it wasn't always so and it was no where near as quick as a regenerative. They usually took a couple of seconds to heal a deep cut while he took a day or two - maybe more. It depended. It could be rather random like that. Regeneratives were natural and Jack wasn't. He wasn't born like this he was made and that scared him a little. OK it scared him a lot but how do you explain to someone they were only half right?
Even regeneratives die eventually.
And there was no way he was letting anyone find out he was a telepath. He always got interrogated. he hated it. Most people were mind blind anyway so it didn't matter much.
"I'd appreciate you not saying anything," Jack said, not confirming their theory. But there was no point in hiding the fact he couldn't die. "Only Gwen and Ianto know," He paused. "What can you do?"
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Post by Elmo on Feb 17, 2008 1:12:50 GMT
Remington nodded.
"Wait," he paused, furrowing his brow at the statement Adam made regarding his mother. "You know who my mother is?"
If people knew the truth, it could lead to problems. Especially if his parents themselves learned of the truth.
"Don't tell anyone. It could be problematic if people learned where Evelyn and I truly come from," Remington stated.
He stepped forward, Adam still gripping at him and remembering what he had learned in his anatomy classes (though he spent more time studying the females of his class then the actual lesson) and plunged the needle into Sylar's heart. He looked over at the girl in the chair. He didn't want her running and squealing as soon as he left so he drove a punch to the side of her head. She'd be knocked out as soon as time switched back.
"Let's go then," Remington stated, dropping the needle and getting a grip on Sylar's wrist, looking back to verify Adam was still clinging tightly.
"I have the perfect idea where to go," Remington stated, closing his eyes and transporting them to a loft that in this period of time was known as Isaac Mendez's. Years from then it would be owned by a certain Gabriel Gray, which would in turn be own by his son while he attended Saint Jude's school for boys in New York.
Opening his eyes, he stared around the dimly lit area, which seemed to be being cleaned up and turned into some sort of lab. "Not how I left it, but safe enough..."
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Elle Bishop
total nut!
You'll get used to it, and then you'll start to like it.
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Post by Elle Bishop on Feb 17, 2008 1:36:47 GMT
Elle was clinging to Mohinder when everything went back to normal.
"Did you feel that?" Elle asked Mohinder. She had experience with time travelers and manipulators.
She looked down the hall and then behind herself before bolting to Sylar's room.
"Uh oh," she muttered.
"What?" Mohinder asked. "Do not say 'uh oh' and not explain yourself it's ru-"
He paused, realizing Sylar was not in the bed.
"Uh oh," he muttered.
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Post by Dylan & Marv on Feb 17, 2008 1:48:06 GMT
They landed on a great painting of an explosion, the body of the man Sylar landing like a wet sack in it's center. He lay, alive, but still unconsious. Adam smiled.
He has got in and got out with what he had wanted and had the great fortune of leaving mohinder and Elle behind. Now he just had to stop the boy going back for him.
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Post by Elmo on Feb 17, 2008 1:56:42 GMT
"I have to get my mother," Remington stated.
"I can't just leave her back there," he added. "Stay with this...Sylar, I will be back shortly. Do not leave this loft."
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Post by Dylan & Marv on Feb 17, 2008 1:59:12 GMT
Adam grasped hold of Remington's arm. He considered attempting to shoot the boy, but that would do little good. The only thing to do with a traveller was control them, peripherally, and that was what Adam was best at.
"Fine." He paused, "Only help me to move him first." He indicated the man's limp body.
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Post by Elmo on Feb 17, 2008 2:26:03 GMT
Remington peered around the loft before spying a bed in the corner.
He looked down at his father, partially in awe.
"Oh, how the mighty have fallen," Remington muttered before helping Adam move the man over to the bed.
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Post by Dylan & Marv on Feb 17, 2008 2:36:13 GMT
"It's a shame, going to all the trouble to get him out just to watch him die." He watched over the man, checking his pulse. "Just for Chandra's son to kill him. He was so intent on it after all..."
Adam was considering exactly how he would keep the man Sylar from killing him when he came to, it was an interesting problem to solve. He was not too unhappy that he had not yet woken, he needed time to think, to plan - this, he had to admit, had not been something he had considered in the 30 years in the company holding pen.
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jocose
crazy axe murderer
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Post by jocose on Feb 17, 2008 9:01:20 GMT
Owen collected what he needed to restock the medical kit, Gwen hovering uncertainly around watching him.
"So," she blinked nervously at him, "Your staying after all then?" she said trying to make her voice sound neutral.
Owen shrugged, glancing towards Jacks office, "I`ll have a word with him soon as I get the chance."
Gwen nodded, then glanced over at Claude, "It was lucky you got in so quickly," she paused, when he didnt say anything she added, "Proves how much we need a doctor around here," she paused again, then laughed nervously, "Not safe to be left alone for five minutes are we?"
Owen clicked the kit closed, quirked his mouth slightly and gave her an icy stare, "any doctor will do-doesnt have to be me," he said in a matter of fact voice, then added, almost to himself, "I`m not exactly a one off," moved the kit off onto the floor, then looked up as Ianto appeared.
"Ianto," Owen grinned at him, walking over he slapped him on the back, "Wondered where youd got to... any chance of a drink... you missed all the fun."
Ianto looked down his nose at Owen and sniffed, "Why didnt you call me in?" he grumbled, scowling at Owen.
Owens voice dropped to a whisper, "Didnt really have any need for any paperclips.. just a medical emergency," he tapped his back again, "Maybe next time," he added and went to check on Claude.
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