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Title: Walker | part 3 | Complete
Characters: Maya/Sylar, Angela.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,760
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Molly and Maya escape, but not for long.
Note: AU for "Powerless." Destined for great things. (spoiler for 03x03)
Parts: 1, 2, 3
With a gasp her eyes fly open and her hand reaches for her chest, expecting to feel a wound but there’s nothing, no pain or graze. Maya sits up as her eyes feverishly search her new surroundings. She seems to be in a cell with her seated in the middle on a concrete bed. Before her is a thick pane of glass running the width of the cell. Maya jumps ups forward and starts to bang against it.
“Let me out! Let me out!” She sucks in ragged breath after the other until she’s hyperventilating, her power activating uncontrollably. Imprisoned, finally it’s happened. “Oh dios.” The tears roll down her cheeks.
“Now dear, there’s no need to panic. Please calm down.” The voice drifts to Maya’s ears muffled and surprise holds her tongue as a woman steps into view and looks down at her. She’s small, mature and wearing a gentle, calm smile. Maya squeezes her eyes shut, willing herself to settle and when she opens them again her breathing rate has evened as much as she’s able to.
“Good girl.”
Maya stares with relief as the woman remains standing unharmed. And curious. “Your eyes, they didn’t blacken.”
The woman’s soft smile grows and she rubs her hand against the glass affectionately. “No, these cells have proven to be somewhat impenetrable,” her eyes sharpen on Maya, “even with a power like yours it seems, thankfully.”
“Where am I?”
“You’re in a facility that houses dangerous people, either because they misuse their abilities or because the abilities are threatening and unwieldy. Mostly bad people Maya.”
Maya narrows her eyes at the woman, her heart beating in her ears. “I’m not a bad person.”
“Of course you’re not but you have been a very grave threat to the public.” Her eyes hold no judgment, still serenely kind but Maya moves back and sits on the edge of the bed, the fear beating at her ears.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Her head tilts before she slowly shakes it. “No Maya, you will not be killed.” Her mouth curls, those eyes that seem to know much more then she’s telling pin Maya. “And you can thank Gabriel for that; if you couldn’t control your ability we wouldn’t be having this conversation now.”
Maya’s back straightens at his name, her mouth down turning in a grimace as she mutters to herself in Spanish. Suddenly she darts up and back to her visitor, her eyes big and pleading.
“My brother! Alejandro? Is he ok?” Maya watches carefully as the woman looks to her left for a moment and then back, the reassuring smile on her face at full wattage.
“We’re searching for him as we speak.”
Maya’s shoulders slump with relief and she smiles. “And Molly?”
“Fine, safe.” A silence stretches as Maya bites her lips and the woman’s unblinking gaze never leaves her. Maya feels like the words are dragged from her lips.
“And Gabriel?”
The woman steps back, small secretive smile in place and Maya feels sick with the concern she can’t ignore. But she doesn’t get an answer, instead the woman walks out of view and Maya hears the door to her cell being opened. The woman stands in the doorway, her hand outstretched and Maya goes to her tentatively.
“You don’t belong in here Maya, we both know that. My name is Angela Petrelli and I have a proposition for you.”
*
“Alejandro Herrera, died from multiple stab wounds to the chest, some possibly inflicted even after his death. Loose our temper did we?”
“Does Maya know?” He wasn’t going to rise to this woman, she’s got to him enough as it is.
She sighs and he tries to suppress the surprise when she sits next to him, her arm brushing his. Fearless. “No and I think it’s for the best if she doesn’t…” She looks him in the eye and looks away after an intense stare. Unreadable and the sweat starts to trickle down his forehead.
“You haven’t killed me yet, there’s a reason for that.”
“Yes, you are valuable to us - me - Gabriel. Just as Maya is.” She rises and he stays seated, relief only a small comfort as dejection drums at his mind.
“What use am I?” His eyes become glossy and large as he watches her leave his cell. “You’re not giving me the blood?”
“No, I have another method in mind.” Angela breathes in deep as another ball starts rolling, hopefully landing where she intends.
*
Maya’s fingers wrap around the hot cup, the taste of coffee strong and the accent of rum soothing on her tongue. She looks at Angela who sits beside her on the leather couch in this wood panelled room and smiles.
“Thank you, I needed this.”
“That and a lot more.” Angela reaches over and strokes a strand of Maya’s freshly washed hair, head tilted with consideration. “I have the ability to dream the future and in all the ones that have you in them you do great things.”
Maya’s lips part in wonder, soaking up her words but then her eyes harden. “That can’t be possible. It’s terrible, I came all this way to get rid of it, for a cure.” she sets her mug down, thirst lost. Angela leans closer and clasps Maya’s hands, staring her straight in the eye.
“Don’t give up your optimism, abilities evolve Maya.” she states firmly and Maya slips her hands out of her hold.
“You sound like Gabriel.” She slumps back with hunched shoulders and releases a shaky breath, the utterance of his name making her throat squeeze painfully with emotion, her eyes starting to rim. Angela watches her carefully and after a minute takes her hand gently and speaks in a soft tone.
“You’re heartbroken.”
“He lied to me and I feel so stupid for not seeing.” Tears mist her eyes, clog her lashes. “He’s a monster.”
“The same could be said of you.” but her tone implies she thinks nothing of the sort and Maya relaxes, scoffing.
“I know what I am, what I am capable of.” Flinty eyes shine through the tears and Angela tries not to smile. Instead she makes Maya look at her again.
“He’s…misunderstood.”
“Crazy.”
“Yes, sadly. Very lonely. He’s not like other men Maya, he craves things to deeply.”
“To be special.” Maya utters softly, thinking back.
“Yes and love. He’s just to guarded to really show it.” Angela stares at her plaintively and Maya shakes her head with a morose look.
“I gave him that and I thought I received it. I wanted him, I loved him and would have the rest of my life but he…” she trails off with a trembling breath and rubs at her face.
“There’s a part of him Maya, a part that knows that finding you was a chance at something better, something he’d never had or thought he could get. He’s never been loved by anyone like that and deep down he thinks he doesn’t deserve it - you. He hates himself.” Maya lowers her hands at looks at Angela, her eyes overwhelmed and confused.
“He had his chance. How do you know this?”
“Because I have dreamed of multiple futures about both of you, together. Family, children and the way it changes you both. Some people deserve another chance, you should know that.” Angela rises and stares down at her. “He’s very sick Maya.”
“I know.” She reaches for the coffee again, adding more rum.
“And you can save him.” Maya looks at Angela with shock, eyes wide. The older woman moves to her desk and picks up a file to leaf through. “Or you can go back to Suresh and this cure that he might never create and hope the police don’t one day capture you, that you won’t run out of money.” Her eyes meet Maya’s anguished ones, sharp and bright. “Or you can stay with us, where you are gravely needed, where you can make a difference. With people that understand you.”
Maya looks at her knees, deep in thought but the desire is already rushing around her mind. She rises and comes to Angela, wiping her eyes and straightens her bearings. “There are others out there like me?”
“Yes and morally bankrupt people that abuse their abilities and it’s our job to catch them. There are people that need protecting.”
Maya’s mouth curls, her face suddenly looking haggard. “I came here for salvation, that was what pushed me all those miles. I don’t even know what it is.”
Angela smiles and cups her face as the door opens behind Maya. “You are a godsend and you are going to change the world.” The Haitian shadows Maya who looks into the zealous conviction shining from Angela’s eyes with a desperate hope. “Now you just forget all those troubles and start over.” Her eyes flick over Maya’s head as she feels a strange slumber cloud her mind and she staggers as if drunk.
*
He shivers as sweat pours from every pore, his knees drawn up to his chest as his breath rattles out through cracked lips. She had lied, no mother would do this races through his mind again and again and the anger it generates keeps his heart beating. So engrossed in his own suffering he barely feels the hand sweeping his hair back from his forehead. But the tickling brush of hair trailing along his cheek opens his eyes.
“Maya?” His heart rate rockets with uncertainly and excitement. She’s so beautiful.
“Si.” She smiles and looks down his body before making eye contact again. He watches fascinated as the tip of her tongue licks her lip for a moment as she bends closer, her eyes seemingly caring. “You’re very sick angel but I will take it away.”
“Y - you?” His shaking hand runs up her waist and he digs his fingers into her.
“You are my first test subject. You told me that my powers would evolve,” she bends closer and he breathes in her scent, her voice suddenly low and strange, “you better pray that you are right.”
He stares engrossed at the woman with his life in her hands and can do nothing but submit. His fingertips brush under her breast, against the beat of her heart and know he’s not totally deprived.
Characters: Maya/Sylar, Angela.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,760
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: Molly and Maya escape, but not for long.
Note: AU for "Powerless." Destined for great things. (spoiler for 03x03)
Parts: 1, 2, 3
With a gasp her eyes fly open and her hand reaches for her chest, expecting to feel a wound but there’s nothing, no pain or graze. Maya sits up as her eyes feverishly search her new surroundings. She seems to be in a cell with her seated in the middle on a concrete bed. Before her is a thick pane of glass running the width of the cell. Maya jumps ups forward and starts to bang against it.
“Let me out! Let me out!” She sucks in ragged breath after the other until she’s hyperventilating, her power activating uncontrollably. Imprisoned, finally it’s happened. “Oh dios.” The tears roll down her cheeks.
“Now dear, there’s no need to panic. Please calm down.” The voice drifts to Maya’s ears muffled and surprise holds her tongue as a woman steps into view and looks down at her. She’s small, mature and wearing a gentle, calm smile. Maya squeezes her eyes shut, willing herself to settle and when she opens them again her breathing rate has evened as much as she’s able to.
“Good girl.”
Maya stares with relief as the woman remains standing unharmed. And curious. “Your eyes, they didn’t blacken.”
The woman’s soft smile grows and she rubs her hand against the glass affectionately. “No, these cells have proven to be somewhat impenetrable,” her eyes sharpen on Maya, “even with a power like yours it seems, thankfully.”
“Where am I?”
“You’re in a facility that houses dangerous people, either because they misuse their abilities or because the abilities are threatening and unwieldy. Mostly bad people Maya.”
Maya narrows her eyes at the woman, her heart beating in her ears. “I’m not a bad person.”
“Of course you’re not but you have been a very grave threat to the public.” Her eyes hold no judgment, still serenely kind but Maya moves back and sits on the edge of the bed, the fear beating at her ears.
“Are you going to kill me?”
Her head tilts before she slowly shakes it. “No Maya, you will not be killed.” Her mouth curls, those eyes that seem to know much more then she’s telling pin Maya. “And you can thank Gabriel for that; if you couldn’t control your ability we wouldn’t be having this conversation now.”
Maya’s back straightens at his name, her mouth down turning in a grimace as she mutters to herself in Spanish. Suddenly she darts up and back to her visitor, her eyes big and pleading.
“My brother! Alejandro? Is he ok?” Maya watches carefully as the woman looks to her left for a moment and then back, the reassuring smile on her face at full wattage.
“We’re searching for him as we speak.”
Maya’s shoulders slump with relief and she smiles. “And Molly?”
“Fine, safe.” A silence stretches as Maya bites her lips and the woman’s unblinking gaze never leaves her. Maya feels like the words are dragged from her lips.
“And Gabriel?”
The woman steps back, small secretive smile in place and Maya feels sick with the concern she can’t ignore. But she doesn’t get an answer, instead the woman walks out of view and Maya hears the door to her cell being opened. The woman stands in the doorway, her hand outstretched and Maya goes to her tentatively.
“You don’t belong in here Maya, we both know that. My name is Angela Petrelli and I have a proposition for you.”
*
“Alejandro Herrera, died from multiple stab wounds to the chest, some possibly inflicted even after his death. Loose our temper did we?”
“Does Maya know?” He wasn’t going to rise to this woman, she’s got to him enough as it is.
She sighs and he tries to suppress the surprise when she sits next to him, her arm brushing his. Fearless. “No and I think it’s for the best if she doesn’t…” She looks him in the eye and looks away after an intense stare. Unreadable and the sweat starts to trickle down his forehead.
“You haven’t killed me yet, there’s a reason for that.”
“Yes, you are valuable to us - me - Gabriel. Just as Maya is.” She rises and he stays seated, relief only a small comfort as dejection drums at his mind.
“What use am I?” His eyes become glossy and large as he watches her leave his cell. “You’re not giving me the blood?”
“No, I have another method in mind.” Angela breathes in deep as another ball starts rolling, hopefully landing where she intends.
*
Maya’s fingers wrap around the hot cup, the taste of coffee strong and the accent of rum soothing on her tongue. She looks at Angela who sits beside her on the leather couch in this wood panelled room and smiles.
“Thank you, I needed this.”
“That and a lot more.” Angela reaches over and strokes a strand of Maya’s freshly washed hair, head tilted with consideration. “I have the ability to dream the future and in all the ones that have you in them you do great things.”
Maya’s lips part in wonder, soaking up her words but then her eyes harden. “That can’t be possible. It’s terrible, I came all this way to get rid of it, for a cure.” she sets her mug down, thirst lost. Angela leans closer and clasps Maya’s hands, staring her straight in the eye.
“Don’t give up your optimism, abilities evolve Maya.” she states firmly and Maya slips her hands out of her hold.
“You sound like Gabriel.” She slumps back with hunched shoulders and releases a shaky breath, the utterance of his name making her throat squeeze painfully with emotion, her eyes starting to rim. Angela watches her carefully and after a minute takes her hand gently and speaks in a soft tone.
“You’re heartbroken.”
“He lied to me and I feel so stupid for not seeing.” Tears mist her eyes, clog her lashes. “He’s a monster.”
“The same could be said of you.” but her tone implies she thinks nothing of the sort and Maya relaxes, scoffing.
“I know what I am, what I am capable of.” Flinty eyes shine through the tears and Angela tries not to smile. Instead she makes Maya look at her again.
“He’s…misunderstood.”
“Crazy.”
“Yes, sadly. Very lonely. He’s not like other men Maya, he craves things to deeply.”
“To be special.” Maya utters softly, thinking back.
“Yes and love. He’s just to guarded to really show it.” Angela stares at her plaintively and Maya shakes her head with a morose look.
“I gave him that and I thought I received it. I wanted him, I loved him and would have the rest of my life but he…” she trails off with a trembling breath and rubs at her face.
“There’s a part of him Maya, a part that knows that finding you was a chance at something better, something he’d never had or thought he could get. He’s never been loved by anyone like that and deep down he thinks he doesn’t deserve it - you. He hates himself.” Maya lowers her hands at looks at Angela, her eyes overwhelmed and confused.
“He had his chance. How do you know this?”
“Because I have dreamed of multiple futures about both of you, together. Family, children and the way it changes you both. Some people deserve another chance, you should know that.” Angela rises and stares down at her. “He’s very sick Maya.”
“I know.” She reaches for the coffee again, adding more rum.
“And you can save him.” Maya looks at Angela with shock, eyes wide. The older woman moves to her desk and picks up a file to leaf through. “Or you can go back to Suresh and this cure that he might never create and hope the police don’t one day capture you, that you won’t run out of money.” Her eyes meet Maya’s anguished ones, sharp and bright. “Or you can stay with us, where you are gravely needed, where you can make a difference. With people that understand you.”
Maya looks at her knees, deep in thought but the desire is already rushing around her mind. She rises and comes to Angela, wiping her eyes and straightens her bearings. “There are others out there like me?”
“Yes and morally bankrupt people that abuse their abilities and it’s our job to catch them. There are people that need protecting.”
Maya’s mouth curls, her face suddenly looking haggard. “I came here for salvation, that was what pushed me all those miles. I don’t even know what it is.”
Angela smiles and cups her face as the door opens behind Maya. “You are a godsend and you are going to change the world.” The Haitian shadows Maya who looks into the zealous conviction shining from Angela’s eyes with a desperate hope. “Now you just forget all those troubles and start over.” Her eyes flick over Maya’s head as she feels a strange slumber cloud her mind and she staggers as if drunk.
*
He shivers as sweat pours from every pore, his knees drawn up to his chest as his breath rattles out through cracked lips. She had lied, no mother would do this races through his mind again and again and the anger it generates keeps his heart beating. So engrossed in his own suffering he barely feels the hand sweeping his hair back from his forehead. But the tickling brush of hair trailing along his cheek opens his eyes.
“Maya?” His heart rate rockets with uncertainly and excitement. She’s so beautiful.
“Si.” She smiles and looks down his body before making eye contact again. He watches fascinated as the tip of her tongue licks her lip for a moment as she bends closer, her eyes seemingly caring. “You’re very sick angel but I will take it away.”
“Y - you?” His shaking hand runs up her waist and he digs his fingers into her.
“You are my first test subject. You told me that my powers would evolve,” she bends closer and he breathes in her scent, her voice suddenly low and strange, “you better pray that you are right.”
He stares engrossed at the woman with his life in her hands and can do nothing but submit. His fingertips brush under her breast, against the beat of her heart and know he’s not totally deprived.