Choke
Title: Choke
Characters: Sylar/Maya
Rating: R
Word count: 2,470
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: She hunts him.
Note: Flash back. Kept Woman oneshot.
I wasn’t allowed to kill him but that wouldn’t stop me from trying. Over and over and over…
*
I blend in with them, mask over my mouth in pretence, just another scared sheep following the herd as we sit in the train compartment. We all need to get out of the dieing city, including me and this was the quickest, most inconspicuous route.
It didn’t make an impact at first, the eyes, just thought it was the flicking of the light. Black, inky eyes peer at me, blink and then appear normal. The infected clears her throat, slumping before straightening with a nervous frown. I’m on total alert, the hair rising over my body as I stare at everyone’s eyes around me.
Blue, green, brown, black, brown, black, grey, blue, black, brow, black, black, black, black…
She was here, she was here. I feel feverish with excitement, the air hot and thick as I search and I can’t stop the smile stretching my mouth. It’s been three months since the loft and I couldn’t stop thinking about her, half of me wants her power, the other just wants her. And she wants me, she can’t leave me alone.
When the passengers start to fall, collapsing in boneless, gasping heaps I feel the first tingles of unease. Need to get out. Now. I rip the mask off and trip, stumble and feel my throat close up. She’s choking me, my vision dimming but it’s over as soon as it’s begun, air and eyes clear again.
She’s toying with me.
Running, running from her. A part of me was proud that she was doing this, had seen that in her from the start. But now it was directed at me and I can’t stop shaking with adrenaline as I sprint out of the opening doors and weave my way past the nonplussed. I stand on the escalator, packed with the sick and healthy alike, breath bellowing out as my eyes swivel around, thirsty for a glimpse of her.
She was there, had to be. I prize myself on the chameleon like ability I have, but now it was only a death trap, couldn’t contend with this, not when they suddenly started gasping around me. Two and then three, five people at the bottom of the steps start go black eye and immediately collapse, one after the other until it’s like a wave coming towards me, people toppling over. I can’t do anything, can’t TK them away when she can act this swiftly. She’s growing more and more powerful.
“Mom? Mom? Are you ok? Oh shi-” Another and another, all appearing dead.
“Maya?! You can’t do this. Don’t you know it’s wrong?” I shout loudly, backing away, reaching the upper air and I see her finally. She’s at the bottom, looking up at me with those black eyes, hair swept back into a bun, sweaty bangs dishevelled as her mouth trembles. I smile, can’t help it.
She laughs, a low husky sound that makes gooseflesh scatter all over me as it sends a deep pulse into my groin.“You better run!” Her voice echoes with the shouts of the startled dieing and even though I can see her I can’t pin-point her clearly. For some reason the clairvoyant ability doesn’t work on Maya fully, like I get a head full of static when I try to find her.
I think I’ve driven her insane, there wasn’t any true laughter in her now, not after what had happened. I watch her coming up the stairs, stepping nimbly through the victims stirring at her feet, and I want her, want her so badly it burns but I run. Because I know she’ll follow me, know it with a certainty.
Out in the street the sun shines brightly, baking the roads as I run pass habitants marching along the evacuation routes, the healthy being lead out and the sick left to die. I draw her deep into it, into a quarantined building and my heart thrills and aches with the game.
*
My senses are in riot, everything is heightened. I pulse with this sickness in me, imagine that it’s that powerful liquid rushing through my veins instead of blood, staining my heart pitch. The poor people were dead and dieing at my feet and I try to bring them all back, but I don‘t think I was totally successful as I reach the street. And I don’t care, I might later but right now all I feel, breath and think is him. They were between me and Gabriel, the thread that connects us, my vessels that need filling.
I am almost empty but not for him. For him I’m teeming and overflowing, filthy with him, soiled. That sickness in me was for him, I want to cry it out all into him and then, maybe, I would not be polluted anymore. My baby brother, my baby…
He’s standing on the corner, smiling and I swallow the disgust that rises. Had to get it out, had to get him. More people fall for me, I can feel it racing through them, every single one and the sensation is breathtaking.
He turns tail and runs into the building next to him, his telekinesis wrenching the steel off the door and disappears, a black smudge on my eyes. I start to pull the tears back from the fallen, knowing I should, have been told nothing else since I joined the Company but I had to get him, thirst only for him. Couldn’t waste a precious drop.
*
Heart racing, mind racing. God this was amazing, watching the people below like ants, leaving my city. But I didn’t care about them.
“No Haitian to hold you back Maya?” I turn as her footsteps reach my ear and I let my eyes settle on her. Soak up her countenance, voluptuous and no longer sensually naïve to it, not after me. She sneers at me, lips trembling finely. Her eyes are black at all times, letting me know the threat she poses.
“Give it back!” Her voice is thick and shakes with anger. So enraged and all of it directed at me. I almost feel light headed as I laugh.
“Mohinder’s research? Come on Maya, don’t be foolish.” I had stolen it…well I wouldn’t even call it that, so easy was it to take. I narrow my eyes at her, leaning back against the wall. “You know I could do anything to you Maya, why are you here? You can’t kill me…”
She suddenly starts to come at me, drawing a deep breath and I uncoil, stopping her from coming any closer. But I can’t stop her tears.
The light headedness suddenly engulfs me and I realise that she had been seeping into me since the start of the chase.
*
I fill him, just a little bit. Enough to bring him to his knees.
“Maya! You’re - so…reckless.” He grunts out, trying to breathe and I feel his invisible hold on me as he grits his teeth and I’m suddenly propelled forward, into his arms.
“Let me go!” I beat at him but it only seems to increase the pressure against me, pushing me into him. I feel fear welling up, mixing in with the anger and it’s a heady concoction. “Do you want it? Do you want it you bastard?!” I’m pouring more into him, more and more and he smiles as he chokes.
“What do… You - think I…want?” Huge intake of breath, rattling in his throat as he crashes to the ground, bringing me with him, hands on my hips. I have to stop, I know it but my mind drums with death, everything in me yearns and craves for it.
“I want you to die! You shouldn’t be alive! Not you, not - you - you piece of shit!” I can’t breath, like I’m suffocating on my own power but it’s not me, it’s him. He strangles me, eyes shinning with hate, even through the tear film, and I scream shrilly, forcing him down. We are entangled around each other, his repulsive hands on me.
“M- aya! Stop” He looks at my intensely, hands starting to smack me against the ground but he’s weak. “They’ll…die!” his face is almost purple, my lungs screaming for oxygen but he will be dead in seconds, like I will be.
And so will everyone else.
I begin to pull back, take it back within me but suddenly I don’t have to. There’s nothing to take. My power is gone.
*
Air. I can breathe, sucking it in with heavy gulps. She’s under me, coughing and inhaling roughly like me -
It’s gone. It’s gone.
“The Haitian.” She whispers, voice hoarse and I feel relief sweep me momentarily. I look down at her, hands moving up to her shoulders, fingers tracing the dip of her throat before gliding them down her heaving chest, curving down under her breast to flatten against her heart and I close my eyes. “Beats the same tempo as the night I took you.” I smile down at her, bottom lip between my teeth.
Fuck!
Suddenly she punches me in the face hard, causing my head to smack down against the ground as she flips me over. I groan and hiss, snarling at her and flip her back under me.
We begin to hit and scratch at each other, Maya wild with rage as she bucks her body under me, trying to throw me off. I snarl at her, forcing my body down on hers. “Remember the last time I had you like this?” She’s wriggling against me and I can’t stop the reaction she’s having on me. And I should! That doesn’t matter to me anymore, it doesn’t. But her, she brings it back out.
“Ah dios! Die you son of a bitch! I hate you, I hate you so much I feel like I have nothing else left but that. You’re all I think about! I wake and I see your fucking face and I want to be sick. I want to tear off my skin and wash out my insides! I can still feel you in me and I just want you to die!” Her eyes roll and she looks insane as she rants at me, her voice loud and abrasive.
“Bitch, bitch god - Maya!” I pant as she screams and I get caught up in it, mind racing. I’m furious, in pain and aroused and I find myself forcing my knee in-between her thighs, wrenching them apart, erection stiff and uncomfortably restricted. She gasps and her attack against me reaches a frenzy, her hands pulling out my hair, nails scratching down my cheek and I shout, hitting her across the face in reflex. Infuriated she claws her fingers and goes for my eyes and I gasp, moving back to fumble for her hands. Catching them I slam them down on the ground and rise over her, straddling her hips. Pressing my cheek against my shoulder I wince at the sticky trickling feeling against the skin. “You’re going to pay for that…”
*
He stares at me with his crazy eyes and I buck under him again, yelling and manage to get my knee up and hard between his legs and the air grunts from him as he curves over in pain, letting go of my hands to cups himself, the other moving to press against my belly forcefully. No. NO! I stiffen under him and curl away from him with a sharp groan, hands moving to protect my belly.
Oh god, he can’t, he can’t.
*
“Gabriel! Don’t! Don’t do that.” Her voice is different, apart from the fact she sounds like she’s finally loosing it, there’s a strange undercurrent to it. I relax my hand against her and frown, eyes flicking over her scrunched up face.
“Why? Maya?” She doesn’t answer as her body goes slack beneath me and she presses her face against the ground, shaking her head and mumbling. I move to cup her face and turn her to me, breath suddenly growing difficult to draw. Something, something nagging and I slide my hand under her top to lay against her belly. My jaw drops as it curves under my palm.
“Gabriel -”
“Oh my god, oh Jesus…” I hold her still, lowering down on her and my hands are fierce against her face as I look deep into her, closing my eyes. “Keep still…”
*
I see the change come over him, the complete absence of violence and that scares me more then anything so far. He grabs me, his face bloodless and he looks so shocked, so overwhelmed and he squeezes his eyes tight, deeply frowning.
“Oh…” His eyes spring open and he exhales shakily, blinking down at me. “Maya?” The air gasps in and out of his mouth as a shudder goes through him. But that look is not genuine, not in a million years.
I suddenly punch him in the gut and he rolls off me, winded as I jump to my feet. He rises to his knees, face flushed, bent over his stomach.
“I can see you now, I can see both of you now.” He’s panting, smiling in wonder and I move back from him. He knows, he knows. Dios, dios. He starts to scowl as I back into the doorway, rising up. “Where are you going? You’re coming with me.” He lunges forward.
“No!” I move to strike him again as he grabs my arm, pulling me against him.
His dark eyes penetrate into me. “You’re mine Maya, you belong to me.” I can’t think, my emotions all bubbling and boiling in me as I scream at him, kicking his legs.
“Chérie?” The voice is calm, deep and French accented and we both freeze, clutching at each other before he moves away from me, face contorted.
“I’m coming for you, there’s no where you can hide from me. You understand?” He backs away, eyes looking behind me before fixing on me again. “Once your guard dog is dead you’ll be an open target. You’re mine and so is that child.”
“Fuck you! Nothing belongs to you! Least of all me!” He smiles, eyes looking down at my belly one last time before he slips behind a chimney stack and a door bangs in the distance. “No!” I race after him but he’s gone, like the coward he is. My legs shake and I slide down to the ground and painful sobs choke out of my throat. I feel like I’m being ripped apart.
A big hand settles on my shoulder and I look up into his silently serene, knowing face and I try to tell him. The baby, he knows, the baby, he knows…
Characters: Sylar/Maya
Rating: R
Word count: 2,470
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: She hunts him.
Note: Flash back. Kept Woman oneshot.
I wasn’t allowed to kill him but that wouldn’t stop me from trying. Over and over and over…
*
I blend in with them, mask over my mouth in pretence, just another scared sheep following the herd as we sit in the train compartment. We all need to get out of the dieing city, including me and this was the quickest, most inconspicuous route.
It didn’t make an impact at first, the eyes, just thought it was the flicking of the light. Black, inky eyes peer at me, blink and then appear normal. The infected clears her throat, slumping before straightening with a nervous frown. I’m on total alert, the hair rising over my body as I stare at everyone’s eyes around me.
Blue, green, brown, black, brown, black, grey, blue, black, brow, black, black, black, black…
She was here, she was here. I feel feverish with excitement, the air hot and thick as I search and I can’t stop the smile stretching my mouth. It’s been three months since the loft and I couldn’t stop thinking about her, half of me wants her power, the other just wants her. And she wants me, she can’t leave me alone.
When the passengers start to fall, collapsing in boneless, gasping heaps I feel the first tingles of unease. Need to get out. Now. I rip the mask off and trip, stumble and feel my throat close up. She’s choking me, my vision dimming but it’s over as soon as it’s begun, air and eyes clear again.
She’s toying with me.
Running, running from her. A part of me was proud that she was doing this, had seen that in her from the start. But now it was directed at me and I can’t stop shaking with adrenaline as I sprint out of the opening doors and weave my way past the nonplussed. I stand on the escalator, packed with the sick and healthy alike, breath bellowing out as my eyes swivel around, thirsty for a glimpse of her.
She was there, had to be. I prize myself on the chameleon like ability I have, but now it was only a death trap, couldn’t contend with this, not when they suddenly started gasping around me. Two and then three, five people at the bottom of the steps start go black eye and immediately collapse, one after the other until it’s like a wave coming towards me, people toppling over. I can’t do anything, can’t TK them away when she can act this swiftly. She’s growing more and more powerful.
“Mom? Mom? Are you ok? Oh shi-” Another and another, all appearing dead.
“Maya?! You can’t do this. Don’t you know it’s wrong?” I shout loudly, backing away, reaching the upper air and I see her finally. She’s at the bottom, looking up at me with those black eyes, hair swept back into a bun, sweaty bangs dishevelled as her mouth trembles. I smile, can’t help it.
She laughs, a low husky sound that makes gooseflesh scatter all over me as it sends a deep pulse into my groin.“You better run!” Her voice echoes with the shouts of the startled dieing and even though I can see her I can’t pin-point her clearly. For some reason the clairvoyant ability doesn’t work on Maya fully, like I get a head full of static when I try to find her.
I think I’ve driven her insane, there wasn’t any true laughter in her now, not after what had happened. I watch her coming up the stairs, stepping nimbly through the victims stirring at her feet, and I want her, want her so badly it burns but I run. Because I know she’ll follow me, know it with a certainty.
Out in the street the sun shines brightly, baking the roads as I run pass habitants marching along the evacuation routes, the healthy being lead out and the sick left to die. I draw her deep into it, into a quarantined building and my heart thrills and aches with the game.
*
My senses are in riot, everything is heightened. I pulse with this sickness in me, imagine that it’s that powerful liquid rushing through my veins instead of blood, staining my heart pitch. The poor people were dead and dieing at my feet and I try to bring them all back, but I don‘t think I was totally successful as I reach the street. And I don’t care, I might later but right now all I feel, breath and think is him. They were between me and Gabriel, the thread that connects us, my vessels that need filling.
I am almost empty but not for him. For him I’m teeming and overflowing, filthy with him, soiled. That sickness in me was for him, I want to cry it out all into him and then, maybe, I would not be polluted anymore. My baby brother, my baby…
He’s standing on the corner, smiling and I swallow the disgust that rises. Had to get it out, had to get him. More people fall for me, I can feel it racing through them, every single one and the sensation is breathtaking.
He turns tail and runs into the building next to him, his telekinesis wrenching the steel off the door and disappears, a black smudge on my eyes. I start to pull the tears back from the fallen, knowing I should, have been told nothing else since I joined the Company but I had to get him, thirst only for him. Couldn’t waste a precious drop.
*
Heart racing, mind racing. God this was amazing, watching the people below like ants, leaving my city. But I didn’t care about them.
“No Haitian to hold you back Maya?” I turn as her footsteps reach my ear and I let my eyes settle on her. Soak up her countenance, voluptuous and no longer sensually naïve to it, not after me. She sneers at me, lips trembling finely. Her eyes are black at all times, letting me know the threat she poses.
“Give it back!” Her voice is thick and shakes with anger. So enraged and all of it directed at me. I almost feel light headed as I laugh.
“Mohinder’s research? Come on Maya, don’t be foolish.” I had stolen it…well I wouldn’t even call it that, so easy was it to take. I narrow my eyes at her, leaning back against the wall. “You know I could do anything to you Maya, why are you here? You can’t kill me…”
She suddenly starts to come at me, drawing a deep breath and I uncoil, stopping her from coming any closer. But I can’t stop her tears.
The light headedness suddenly engulfs me and I realise that she had been seeping into me since the start of the chase.
*
I fill him, just a little bit. Enough to bring him to his knees.
“Maya! You’re - so…reckless.” He grunts out, trying to breathe and I feel his invisible hold on me as he grits his teeth and I’m suddenly propelled forward, into his arms.
“Let me go!” I beat at him but it only seems to increase the pressure against me, pushing me into him. I feel fear welling up, mixing in with the anger and it’s a heady concoction. “Do you want it? Do you want it you bastard?!” I’m pouring more into him, more and more and he smiles as he chokes.
“What do… You - think I…want?” Huge intake of breath, rattling in his throat as he crashes to the ground, bringing me with him, hands on my hips. I have to stop, I know it but my mind drums with death, everything in me yearns and craves for it.
“I want you to die! You shouldn’t be alive! Not you, not - you - you piece of shit!” I can’t breath, like I’m suffocating on my own power but it’s not me, it’s him. He strangles me, eyes shinning with hate, even through the tear film, and I scream shrilly, forcing him down. We are entangled around each other, his repulsive hands on me.
“M- aya! Stop” He looks at my intensely, hands starting to smack me against the ground but he’s weak. “They’ll…die!” his face is almost purple, my lungs screaming for oxygen but he will be dead in seconds, like I will be.
And so will everyone else.
I begin to pull back, take it back within me but suddenly I don’t have to. There’s nothing to take. My power is gone.
*
Air. I can breathe, sucking it in with heavy gulps. She’s under me, coughing and inhaling roughly like me -
It’s gone. It’s gone.
“The Haitian.” She whispers, voice hoarse and I feel relief sweep me momentarily. I look down at her, hands moving up to her shoulders, fingers tracing the dip of her throat before gliding them down her heaving chest, curving down under her breast to flatten against her heart and I close my eyes. “Beats the same tempo as the night I took you.” I smile down at her, bottom lip between my teeth.
Fuck!
Suddenly she punches me in the face hard, causing my head to smack down against the ground as she flips me over. I groan and hiss, snarling at her and flip her back under me.
We begin to hit and scratch at each other, Maya wild with rage as she bucks her body under me, trying to throw me off. I snarl at her, forcing my body down on hers. “Remember the last time I had you like this?” She’s wriggling against me and I can’t stop the reaction she’s having on me. And I should! That doesn’t matter to me anymore, it doesn’t. But her, she brings it back out.
“Ah dios! Die you son of a bitch! I hate you, I hate you so much I feel like I have nothing else left but that. You’re all I think about! I wake and I see your fucking face and I want to be sick. I want to tear off my skin and wash out my insides! I can still feel you in me and I just want you to die!” Her eyes roll and she looks insane as she rants at me, her voice loud and abrasive.
“Bitch, bitch god - Maya!” I pant as she screams and I get caught up in it, mind racing. I’m furious, in pain and aroused and I find myself forcing my knee in-between her thighs, wrenching them apart, erection stiff and uncomfortably restricted. She gasps and her attack against me reaches a frenzy, her hands pulling out my hair, nails scratching down my cheek and I shout, hitting her across the face in reflex. Infuriated she claws her fingers and goes for my eyes and I gasp, moving back to fumble for her hands. Catching them I slam them down on the ground and rise over her, straddling her hips. Pressing my cheek against my shoulder I wince at the sticky trickling feeling against the skin. “You’re going to pay for that…”
*
He stares at me with his crazy eyes and I buck under him again, yelling and manage to get my knee up and hard between his legs and the air grunts from him as he curves over in pain, letting go of my hands to cups himself, the other moving to press against my belly forcefully. No. NO! I stiffen under him and curl away from him with a sharp groan, hands moving to protect my belly.
Oh god, he can’t, he can’t.
*
“Gabriel! Don’t! Don’t do that.” Her voice is different, apart from the fact she sounds like she’s finally loosing it, there’s a strange undercurrent to it. I relax my hand against her and frown, eyes flicking over her scrunched up face.
“Why? Maya?” She doesn’t answer as her body goes slack beneath me and she presses her face against the ground, shaking her head and mumbling. I move to cup her face and turn her to me, breath suddenly growing difficult to draw. Something, something nagging and I slide my hand under her top to lay against her belly. My jaw drops as it curves under my palm.
“Gabriel -”
“Oh my god, oh Jesus…” I hold her still, lowering down on her and my hands are fierce against her face as I look deep into her, closing my eyes. “Keep still…”
*
I see the change come over him, the complete absence of violence and that scares me more then anything so far. He grabs me, his face bloodless and he looks so shocked, so overwhelmed and he squeezes his eyes tight, deeply frowning.
“Oh…” His eyes spring open and he exhales shakily, blinking down at me. “Maya?” The air gasps in and out of his mouth as a shudder goes through him. But that look is not genuine, not in a million years.
I suddenly punch him in the gut and he rolls off me, winded as I jump to my feet. He rises to his knees, face flushed, bent over his stomach.
“I can see you now, I can see both of you now.” He’s panting, smiling in wonder and I move back from him. He knows, he knows. Dios, dios. He starts to scowl as I back into the doorway, rising up. “Where are you going? You’re coming with me.” He lunges forward.
“No!” I move to strike him again as he grabs my arm, pulling me against him.
His dark eyes penetrate into me. “You’re mine Maya, you belong to me.” I can’t think, my emotions all bubbling and boiling in me as I scream at him, kicking his legs.
“Chérie?” The voice is calm, deep and French accented and we both freeze, clutching at each other before he moves away from me, face contorted.
“I’m coming for you, there’s no where you can hide from me. You understand?” He backs away, eyes looking behind me before fixing on me again. “Once your guard dog is dead you’ll be an open target. You’re mine and so is that child.”
“Fuck you! Nothing belongs to you! Least of all me!” He smiles, eyes looking down at my belly one last time before he slips behind a chimney stack and a door bangs in the distance. “No!” I race after him but he’s gone, like the coward he is. My legs shake and I slide down to the ground and painful sobs choke out of my throat. I feel like I’m being ripped apart.
A big hand settles on my shoulder and I look up into his silently serene, knowing face and I try to tell him. The baby, he knows, the baby, he knows…