May 11, 2008 06:29
Sylar's gears were still turning as the nurse and a burly orderly escorted him down long halls and through a strange, sunlit room. He'd been forced to drop his pen when the orderly had seen it, and since then, he'd realized that this place had better security than he'd originally anticipated, as well as a large population of patients. It looked
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diva,
raine,
zelos,
axel,
anya,
edward elric,
xigbar,
skuld,
nia,
danny phantom,
ken amada,
wolfram,
mason,
miku,
clark kent,
zex,
tamaki,
angel,
zelnick,
hiei,
misa,
leon kennedy,
peter parker,
luxord,
kurogane,
signum,
mello,
rena,
hikaru,
roxas,
xellos,
usopp,
nakago,
peter petrelli,
yohji,
archer,
zuko,
farfarello,
zoro,
okita,
takaya,
sanosuke,
kadaj,
yukari,
wolverine,
esmeralda,
kratos,
alec,
nathan petrelli,
l,
willow,
haseo,
kunzite,
renji,
sanji,
rhode,
shito,
glados,
homura,
kenshin,
dairine,
bella,
adelheid,
siegfried,
kaito,
gumshoe,
elle,
sora,
usagi,
luffy,
leon (so2),
river,
reno,
albel,
keman,
amelia,
rukia,
edgeworth,
itachi,
zexion,
harry osborn,
roland,
dean winchester,
peony,
brook,
ren,
argilla,
kenren,
yuber,
ling,
kimbley,
heat,
kairi,
hinamori momo,
reid,
soubi,
allelujah,
roy,
naomi,
frey,
valyn,
sylar,
sai,
leon magnus,
sasuke,
aidou,
falis,
beatrix,
edward cullen,
ururu,
brooklyn,
kaoru,
john connor,
eddie brock,
shadow,
scar (tlk),
omi,
rangiku,
subaru
And he'd come out with the patient file for this "Kal Jefferson" guy.
Still feeling disoriented from "waking" up again in his bed, Clark had barely enough time to stash the stolen file under his pillow before the nurse opened the door to collect him. Offering her a nervous, slightly harried smile, Clark slipped the folded-up list of names into his journal with the excuse that he might feel like writing a little bit today for once. It didn't look like he'd have time to read the patient file for now - maybe during dinner - but he could still at least look into the names of the people who'd mysteriously died. Tucking the journal under his arm, a part of him half-expecting to run into a suspicious Dr. Burroughs in the hall, he was once again led into the cafeteria.
It was pretty much empty at the moment except for some early birds, but that didn't stop the smell of waffles, sausages and scrambled eggs from filling the room. Clark breathed it in, relaxing just a little. It'd almost smell like home if it wasn't for the fact he could still get a whiff of that faintly clinical, clean smell under the food. This was still a hospital through and through no matter how good the cooking was.
His plate heaped with food, he wandered to one of the tables, his journal tucked under his arm. Sitting down, he opened it and unfolded the stolen list of names, staring down intently at it. There had to be some kind of pattern here if Dr. Burroughs had compiled these names into a list. Clark was still frustrated that he hadn't been able to get a look at his file yet, but at least this could be distracting...and it was also important, too, to find out the story behind the previous patients here. This was probably more along Chloe's line of work, but he reminded himself that technically he, too, worked on the school's paper. Maybe it wasn't as front page or as eye-catching as Chloe's exposes, but he knew he could research and write if he had to.
Wait, write?
Clark smiled a little sheepishly at himself. Well, maybe not write. He could probably do it, but he wasn't the kind of reporter like Chloe was. But he could try to do the legwork and understand more about this place; he somehow doubted, however, that he could just write up an article exposing the truth of this place and somehow everything would fix itself just because of the truth.
[Waiting for Kyon]
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There was a bit of optimism in him today, thanks to his more or less pleasant night. He felt a familiar tug on his mind from his bloodthrist, but for now, it was going unnoticed. He'd worry about it later, no doubt when Aidou found him later in the day like the uppity vampire often did.
He sat his tray down without really looking at who else was at the table and started to prod at his waffles.
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"Oh, hey, Kyon!" he said.
Was the kid okay? Granted, he hadn't seen him much (okay, at all) since that first night that he'd carried him away from that red hall upstairs, but looking him over, he seemed more or less okay if you ignored the bruise on his head. Wondering how he'd gotten that, Clark was almost tempted to x-ray him to be doubly sure he was okay - but that was kind of an unnecessary invasion of privacy and besides, Kyon didn't look like he was in pain or anything, just distracted.
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"...Clark?" Kyon asked. He never got a chance to really look at him in the dark, not to mention how out of it he was when Clark had saved him. He barely remembered the conversation, at all. He set his fork down, ignoring his food now.
" ...Ah! I'm sorry about not meeting up with you yesterday!" Kyon gave him an apologetic look. "I got a ...doctor's appointment during the shift we were going to meet."
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"It's okay," said Clark, setting aside the list of mysterious deaths to the side for now. To be honest, he'd almost forgotten, especially with his own doctor shift with Dr. Burroughs. "How'd it go? The appointment?"
He'd understand if Kyon didn't want to talk about it. It seemed to be a better lead into real tough questions that he should ask, like how was Kyon doing (and not in the "okay, I guess" way), and if he still had that condition of his. Clark back then told himself he'd keep an eye on Kyon, both for his and the other patients' sake; he'd feel a lot better if he could just get an honest answer from Kyon rather than having to do anything by force.
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On the subject of his doctor, Kyon looked a bit annoyed. "Fine, I guess. It was more of them trying to force that fake life on me. Apparently, my name is Jack Worthing, and before I lost my marbles, I was a kid obsessed with writing fantasy stories about my friends."
He didn't go into her getting a sample of his blood, he was still wary of that in itself. Also, thanks to him talking without thinking on the night of his experimentation, Clark knew about his little ...problem.
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He went silent for a bit, polishing off his scrambled eggs. Between being a farmboy and an alien on top of that, Clark found that he could positively inhale food without having to worry about packing on pounds - his friends used to pick on him for being a bottomless pit. He had to remind himself to slow down, especially since he wanted to bring up Kyon's condition and he'd probably need a few moments to figure out how to go about this a little bit more tactfully than just demanding if he'd sucked anyone's blood yet.
Lowering his voice, he changed subjects: "I was wondering how you've been, um, feeling, with your condition." Okay, not the best way to put it, but he wasn't sure how else to say it. "I'm guessing it wasn't temporary...?"
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Kyon poked at his waffles a bit again as Clark fell into a slightly awkward silence. The subject he brought up, however, made him almost drop his fork.
He shouldn't have been surprised, considering how their last encounter had gone. He sighed, not looking at him just yet. "So far it hasn't been. But, it's only been a few days, so who knows." He didn't exactly sound hopeful but he didn't want to alarm Clark.
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"Have you felt any...urges?" Clark wanted to wince at that. Way to go, Clark, he thought irritated, way to make it sound like this's out of his control. He tried to back-peddle a little. "Sorry, that didn't come out the way I wanted it to. The important thing is I guess to keep an eye on this and make sure you're okay, right?"
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He just looked resigned when he spoke, not taking any offense to Clark's wording, but finding it more surreal than anything. "I'm being taken care of, don't ...worry."
He hoped he hadn't said too much. It was bad enough that Aidou could probably be listening right now, he just had to hint that he had an accomplice just then, didn't he?
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"The staff?" he kept having a feeling that Kyon wanted to drop this topic, but Clark thought he had a right to know. He couldn't be of much use if he didn't have a better idea of what was going on. "Or someone else?"
By now he'd mowed right through the eggs and sausages, leaving the Belgian waffles without even realizing he'd gone through them so fast. He stirred the waffles around his plate, distracted, and glancing over at Kyon, measuring him up. If Kyon was getting help, then good. But was it from someone he trusted? Or was it something he couldn't avoid, like the staff?
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It wasn't like, he could tell Clark any of this though. He already had enough to deal with, thanks to Aidou. He didn't need Clark getting hero on his situation, and trying to confront Aidou. With the amount of concern Clark was showing, it didn't seem like a far fetched scenerio.
"Someone else. Another patient," Kyon said simply. He really hoped that Clark would leave it at that. In an attempt to change the subject a little, he brought up something else. "If it isn't to much trouble, I want to know if you could keep my condition a secret."
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"Okay," Clark said. "But you'll tell me if you need any help or if there's anything I can do for you?"
He wasn't even sure there was anything he could do - he wasn't a doctor, for starters. But if there was anything he could do or get for Kyon, he could try his best to help.
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Can I barrow some of your blood? Yeah, that would have gone over well. He'd wait to see what Aidou had in mind for the night before checking anything out.
Now that this particular conversation was over, in Kyon's mind, the part-vampire decided to start up a different sort of conversation. "So, since we didn't really talk much last time we met, what with the monsters, what's your world like?"
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He was aware that Kyon was changing the subject, probably uncomfortable with talking about it anymore, but he didn't mind. He gave a sad little smile when the other kid asked about his "world". For a guy who had super speed, his world had been surprisingly small, consisting of just Smallville (sometimes brief trips to Metropolis) and this new knowledge that out there there was - no, had been - a planet called Krypton.
Clark sighed, sounding wistful: "It was nice. I'm from Kansas, so it's pretty wide open with lots of farms and fields. Nice and quiet," if you didn't count all the meteor infected running around and causing trouble. Ignoring that, it was still quiet and relatively safe in Clark's mind. "I'm still hoping I can go back home to my parents farm; they've got to be freaking out about me being gone."
A week. He hadn't realized just how long he'd been gone until Hanyuu last night asked him while they were trespassing in Dr. Burroughs's office. He paused long enough to finish off the waffles, cleaning off his plate and washing it down with some juice.
"What about you?" Clark asked. Hopefully it wouldn't be too personal to ask.
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