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
Not that he'd suddenly turned normal (thank God). But there was no just jolting awake, like catching himself before falling asleep, no freaky jump from their activities in the night to suddenly being back in bed and knowing he'd lost hours he couldn't account for. It almost felt weird to just wake up in stages like a normal guy. He even yawned, feeling actually a little sleepy still.
His symbiote was alert, not needing the kind of rest he did. Brock allowed himself to lounge in a bed that wasn't his, for a moment just enjoying a good night's rest and the feeling of his Other puttering about house, putting things in order. It wasn't unusual for it to perform little tweaks on his body, trying to optimize things here and there or just testing around just because. It didn't have to be that way - he didn't have to be able to feel it. Parker hadn't until it was almost too late for him. But Brock took comfort in knowing his symbiote was there and so it didn't try to conceal itself from him, instead carrying on its business just as shamelessly as it had every right to and letting him know it was there and wasn't going anywhere fast.
Seriously, the fuck was wrong with Parker? Leaning on his side with his cheek propped in one hand, Brock still couldn't find an answer to that. Having the kid's genetic memory didn't make him get him even if technically he knew everything about him, from his exact shower routine to the first time he mustered up the courage to say "hi" to Mary Jane Watson. For a guy who used his superhuman abilities to help people, he had a tendency of looking a gift horse in the mouth.
It was a sore spot for the symbiote. We could have be everything for him; we could have given him everything he could ever want and all he had to do was accept us.
Didn't he know it. Well, that was history for you - if it wasn't for Parker, Brock wouldn't be shouldering his hand-me-downs. Feeling considerably better with some sleep behind him, Brock still wasn't really looking forward to the whole breakfast thing. For starters, while he could still smell the food, it was starting to appeal less and less to him - he knew it smelled like waffles and eggs, but it wasn't making the same connection in his brain that it normally would. Another sign they'd have to feed soon, before he started looking at everyone's heads and focusing on that pulse of life that he could somehow feel when he got close to his fellow patients.
Looking down and frowning at his plate of waffles, Brock picked out a seat and sat down. The taste of Belgian waffles heaped with syrup and whipped cream just wasn't registering on his tongue as strongly as it should.
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"God, this is pathetic," she grumbled to herself, shrugging her nurse off and wandering over to the waffles. This was all just organized chaos! Daddy would never let things deteriorate like this in the Hartsdale facility. Patients didn't even get to leave their rooms there. They were so much more fun when they were trapped.
Having taken a a couple of waffles and piled them up with fruit and whipped cream, Elle began looking around for somewhere to sit. She spotted a cute guy - all by himself, poor thing - and bounced over to him.
"Hey there," she greeted him cheerily, running a hand through his hair before installing herself in the seat next to him and taking a bite of waffle. It was actually pretty good.
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A young woman was sitting right next to him, taking a bite of her own breakfast and looking more chipper than anyone had any right being in the morning. She almost reminded him of Gwen in that she was young, blonde, and almost ridiculously pretty. He swallowed before returning a cautious smile back.
"Hey," he said. He didn't hold out his hand, but he tried to give out a "I'm a nice guy" vibe. "Eddie Brock. You new here?"
It was hard to tell with the number of patients here. But he figured that there weren't that many hot girls here, especially considering the whole steeped male to female ratio, that there was a good chance she was new. Although the fact she was apparently taking arriving at Landels in a stride was a bit worrying...
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"Yeah, I just woke up here this morning," she sighed, rolling her eyes. "But I'm sure it's some kind of mix-up. My Daddy runs a place like this; someone probably stuck me here by accident. But he'll get me out."
It could hardly hurt to ask a couple questions. If Eddie was an evolved human, and this was a Company facility, it wasn't like she'd be telling him he didn't already know. And if he was just a regular guy, he wouldn't understand what she was talking about. Still, she should probably be subtle.
She edged her chair closer to him, and reached out to wind a few strands of his short hair around her finger. "So why'd they put you in here, Eddie?" Elle bit her lip and gave him her widest blue-eyed stare.
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"If it's a mix-up, then join the club," Brock said. He didn't move away when Elle scooted a little bit closer to him, a little intrigued. "Same as you, I guess. Mix-up."
They still weren't closer to knowing. It was one thing if he could just remember going down in a blaze of gunfire as Venom and getting cuffed by the cops or the FBI or whatever the hell would even be capable of touching them. But they just had a blank. Neither he nor the symbiote could remember, which was really something considering that while he could get memory loss being what his Other termed was just an "over-evolved ape", memory loss simply didn't happen to the symbiote. It had a crazy recall that was off the chain sometimes, able to go back thousands of years.
But between the two of them, they still didn't know how they ended up here. Or why, exactly. If someone knew Brock was Venom, then you'd think they wouldn't be letting a guy like him roaming around pretty much scott-free and -
- Damn, Elle had incredibly blue eyes; the fact that she was hot was the only thing that made him sit still when she actually reached out and started touching his hair. He was a bit annoyed to find that he was actually a bit startled to be touched, probably because it'd been so long. Landels wasn't exactly the best place for intimacy, much less a good one-night stand.
"Don't suppose your dad might be able to pull some strings?" Brock asked. "Get us out of here?"
He gave his own winning smile.
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Daddy had probably put Eddie in here for a reason - maybe his powers were dangerous or he was dangerous. Normally the harmless ones got released back into the wild, so unless there had been a mix-up like Eddie said... Oh well. She could make a promise and not keep it, right? And who knows? Maybe it was just a big misunderstanding.
"Of course I'll get you out, Eddie," she assured him sincerely. This guy was too adorable to resist! She'd held back a little with Peter and Mohinder, because Daddy had a special interest in them, but Eddie was all hers. She slid off her chair and onto his lap, keeping her fingers wound through his hair and resting the other hand open-palmed on his chest. "As soon as I figure out how to get in touch with my dad, I'll make sure he has you released, too."
"So just out of curiosity," she asked casually, playing with his hair, "have you got any... superpowers, anything like that?"
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Brock's eyebrows raised in sheer surprise. Not that he was complaining - his hands were already resting on her hips with a mind of their own, apparently - but he hadn't met someone so flirty since the last time he'd been to a strip club. Which, to be frank, was a long damn time ago and he was all too aware of the heat of Elle up close when she was perched on his lap like this, far too close to have it just be her being friendly.
"Thanks," he said.
And then she had to go and run her fingers through his hair, practically glued to him now with one hand pressed up against his chest. If the symbiote could eye roll, it would - it could feel its Host's heart beating a little faster on its own, reacting in response to the close proximity of the human female. Humans. Its exasperation coiled in Brock's head. Brock figured that so what if he was just an animal to his Other; couldn't fault a guy for wanting to get some every now and then and he was still human enough to be attracted to girls like Elle here.
Still, Elle might be hot, but he wasn't about to go blurting out their little secret. "Nope," he lied, hands still resting on her hips. "You?"
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"I've just got a little one," she admitted coyly. She wriggled a little on Eddie's lap, enjoying the feel of his hands on her hips and aware that he was enjoying himself, too. "You'd like it." Gently, she tapped the tip of his nose. If only she could spark him, just a little! "But they've got me on the fu- damn meds that take your powers away."
Letting her hand slip back down to his chest, Elle leaned closer to him and whispered playfully in his ear. "When we get out of here, I'll be sure to show it to you. It is pretty nifty, as far as superpowers go."
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What did surprise him was how in his face she was; she was probably about as ballsy as Luffy but that was where the resemblance ended.
"Oh really," Brock said, voice a little husky. He wasn't used to women wiggling around on his lap, much less them being so damn flirty, but he had to say he wasn't at all against it if Elle wanted to be a tease. "So tell me about these meds; love to know more about something that's keeping you from being all work and no play."
Considering how she was acting now, Brock was curious to know how she'd been when she could "play". Probably be the kind of thing that the Spider would be against, what with his idiot morals and inability to treat his needs as just that - needs. No, he was the kind of guy who was just too damn honest for his own good and wouldn't be caught dead having a little fun on the side unless they were there to encourage him. Brock smiled at Elle, the expression not quite going to his eyes. At best, she'd give them answers if she even had any. If not, then she might just be some good entertainment before the night shift got her.
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Sliding one hand up across Eddie's shoulder and letting the other one fall from his hair, Elle draped her arms lightly around his shoulders, edging herself even closer to him so their noses almost touched. "What's your story? How'd you get here? What is 'here,' exactly? Tell me everything!" she demanded enthusiastically.
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But he wouldn't get his answers just shoving Elle off his lap and making her get to the point. In fact, it was far too early to be trusting everything she said just because it was stuff he might want to hear. So instead he just smiled again, kept his fangs to himself, and played nice because even if Elle was making crap up, she was still hot enough to be a good distraction.
"Don't have much of a story," he said. "Used to live in New York, was a photographer, ended up here. Like everyone else here, I've no idea how I got in this place."
But she'd know where here was, wouldn't she? If she had any clout to get them out of here, wouldn't she know about this place? Unless this was one of many mutant facilities and there apparently so many of these freak prisons that he actually had to detail out which one of them they were in to jog her memory.
"You're in Landels, sweetheart," he said dryly. He'd given the whole rundown to more people than he wanted to. At least this new patient was taking it a lot better than others and wow, she was just the right fit for his lap. He found one of his hands reaching down to cup Elle and adjust her so she wouldn't slide off him. If he coped a feel in the process, well hey, she put herself out here by practically jumping on him in the first place. "And I might not have powers, but you're not the only one with them here - from what I can tell, it's mutant central here."
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Elle leaned back, knitting her fingers together behind Eddie's neck. "What's on your mind, Eddie?" she asked brightly, smiling encouragingly at him. Yes, his hands seemed to be having fun, but his brain was clearly not all focused on her. Why did boys get like that?
Letting go of his neck, she ran one finger through his hair and down the side of his face. Almost reflexively, she tried to give him a few gentle jolts, but of course nothing happened.
"What's ticking away in that pretty head of yours?" Her voice was almost sing-song as she allowed her eyes to drift down towards his jaw, following her finger. But her smile was still bright. She couldn't help but smile; she liked Eddie.
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"This is hardly appropriate behavior. Return to your seat right this instant and finish your breakfast, there's a good girl. Let Mr. Lancaster finish his own meal."
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Looks like fun's over, Brock thought. If Elle was this forward in a crowded cafeteria, he was definitely curious to see how she'd be with more privacy. She'd probably be downright insane where it counted.
"She's not bothering me," Brock chimed up. He reluctantly lifted his hands away from Elle though rather than resist the nurse's orders. While he was happy to cop some feels, he wasn't really wanting to trade that for a sedative to calm him down, no matter how hot Elle was.
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Gosh, his eyes were big and blue. Reminded her of Adam a little. That thought made a flicker of annoyance cross her face. Oh, but Eddie was so much sweeter than Adam!
She turned her head towards the nurse, spinning quickly and making her long blonde hair fan out behind her before it settled back down. "Can't I keep him?" she asked the nurse, a wheedling note creeping into her voice. She kept one possessive hand firmly on Eddie's neck.
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