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Pockets are Uncomfortable
Heroes/Polly Pocket | Sylar, Polly
PG16 | 2525 words
It took him a while to open his eyes and when they finally focused on his surroundings he had to blink repeatedly. It was bright. Too bright. He was quite certain the entire landscape was pink with palm trees lining the streets and an overly blue sky.
This definitely isn’t New York.
Maybe he was hallucinating; it was entirely possible. After all, he did get stabbed in the stomach, but when he pushed himself up, the idea quickly passed. He yelled out, clutching his torso and clenching his teeth. He wasn’t hallucinating, that was real pain.
He sucked in a breath, carefully peeling his body away from the concrete as he unstably got to his feet. Sylar blinked against the blinding sun as he drifted his gaze around his surroundings. Maybe he was in California; he couldn’t remember much, just that he was skewered by that damn Hiro and had managed to crawl into a sewer but everything after that was a blur.
Bringing a hand up to rub his eyes, he decided to try and walk as he turned his body. As he stepped out, Sylar almost collided with a girl who was standing in front of him; she was young, a typical teenager with blonde hair, blue eyes and a freakishly large smile. It was hard not to cringe at the sight. He jumped back startled and a loud gasp tore from his throat as he grasped his stomach instinctively.
“Hi!” the girl quipped, a wide smile permanently plastered on her face, “I’m Polly Pockettm! You must be new here.” Sylar couldn’t help but twitch as he stared at her dumbfounded, he kept wondering how many Red Bulls she had downed to get that perky. Or perhaps she was addicted to caffeine pills. He didn’t really want to know.
Sylar looked down, pulling a hand up to his mouth as his gag reflex activated. Polly noticed and tilted her head to the side, curious as she asked, “Are you alright?” The man straightened up, pushing past the pain as he gave a nervous smile, “Yeah… just threw up in my mouth a little…”
She giggled, it wasn’t exactly the reaction he assumed he was going to get and it disturbed him. “You’re funny.” Her reply caused him to narrow his eyes at her. Mocked shock suddenly appeared on her face and he figured she had to be mentally insane as she voiced in concern, “Oh no… you’re hurt.”
He wanted to say "No Shit." to her face but decided against it; figuring she would continue to talk in her jarring, nails-on-chalkboard voice and he didn’t want that. He already had a pounding headache; he didn’t need it to get any worse. Instead he just nodded, pulling his hand away from his torso as the psychotically creepy smile appeared on her face again.
“We’ll have you fixed up in no time!” her tone was chipper and it was knawing at Sylar’s brain as she waved to someone outside his view. He turned his head, shocked to find a young man walking towards the two. As he neared, Polly seemed almost ecstatic and Sylar noticed just how similar the two men looked. The only difference was the eyes; he had blue eyes and Sylar, well… didn’t. The man obviously didn’t note the identical features they both shared as he smiled unfazed.
Polly gave the young man a hug as her voice echoed again, “This is my friend Todd, you guys could totally be twins!” she paused and her eyes drifted down to Sylar’s chest, “Except, he doesn’t have a hole in his stomach!”
Sylar made a sudden move forward but stopped, deciding against it when he felt the searing pain shoot through his torso. He cringed and Polly took note, running off before returning with a bag. “Here we go!” she pulled the bag up towards his face and smiled, “the Polly Pocket Medical Kittm!”
Todd walked up and took Sylar’s arm, helping him sit down and ignoring his blatant protests. “Is everything named after you?” he asked, glaring at the girl as she pulled out a roll of gauze. She giggled, unrolling the fabric, “Of course!” Her hand rummaged around the bag and as soon as Sylar saw a needle in her hand he jerked up.
“Oh hell no.” His flat response caused a shocking reaction in the two chipper teens as they plastered their palms against their mouths, audible gasps escaping their lips. He stumbled forward, grabbing the bag away from her as he walked off. As soon as Sylar had disappeared behind a few palm trees, Polly dropped her hand, glancing over at Todd, “Well… he’s just not very nice.”
-- ooo --
Once he had found an area that wasn’t as bright as the surface of the sun, he sat down, dropping the bag to the ground. He leaned his head back against the trunk of a tree, closing his eyes as he tried to ease the massive pounding in his head.
The brightness of his surroundings seemed to filter through his lids and he grimaced, mumbling to himself as he opened the bag. Sylar pulled out familiar objects, realizing upon further inspection that they were of no use to him. He placed them down on the ground in front of him as he sighed, rubbing his tired eyes.
A small plastic bottle that didn’t open and appeared to be hollow, a rather large synthetic needle that wasn’t ever going to break skin, and about an inch of gauze that even he didn’t think was real.
For some reason it reminded him of a toy.
He didn’t have time for this and he needed to get out of this hellhole so he pulled off his coat, ripping a strip from the bottom. He had seen this method used on television and wasn’t quite sure if it would work as he wrapped the strip tightly around his stomach. The pressure caused him to hold in a pained cry as he pulled himself up.
Taking a deep sigh, he directed his gaze up towards the cloudless sky before bringing his eyes down. He jumped; his back brushing against the tree trunk as his surprise visitor stood smiling in front of him. A low growl escaped his throat as he narrowed his eyes and brought his hand up in a sharp motion.
Polly continued to smile, her posture perfectly straight as Sylar dropped his hand and stepped back. His eyes moved down to his hand as he stared at it, alternating his gaze between his palm and the girl’s face.
He tried again, pointing his index finger at the girl’s forehead as he dragged it in mid-air.
Nothing.
Polly tilted her head, curiosity etched in her expression, “What are yo…” she trailed off when Sylar let out a stunned exhale. He dropped his hand quickly, his knees giving out as he fell to the grass. A giggle echoed in his ears and he lifted his gaze up.
“Hahaha… you fell.” She exclaimed, her hand muffling her laughter and Sylar responded in displeasure, “Yeah… hilarious.” He coughed and placed his hand on the tree, pulling himself back up, “What are you doing here?”
Straightening up and hiding the grimace, he looked at the girl. She smiled, dropping her hands as she placed them behind her back, “I wanted to talk to you about your usage of language.”
“My usage of language?!” he raised an eyebrow as the young girl nodded her head. Her enjoyment of everything sickened him and he replied back sarcastically, “Well in that case, shit, fuck, hell.”
The expression on her face was horrid, her mouth agape and her eyes wide in shock. Sylar took pride in her reaction and mocked one of her chipper smiles as he walked off. She got over the shock pretty quickly as she caught up to him, walking to his side and staring at him intently.
“Can I help you?” he asked dully as he kept his gaze forward. Polly kept up with his fast pace as she replied, “What’s your name?” He stopped suddenly causing him to suck in a breath as he acknowledged her presence. “What?”
The girl repeated herself, ending with a wide smile, “You never told me your name… what is it?” He hesitated, shielding his eyes against the bright sun, “… Sylar.”
“Sylar?” the girl asked, her tone perplexed and he brought his gaze on her face. “What kind of name is Sylar? Are you in a gang?!”
The man retorted is if he had been insulted, “What kind of name is Polly Pocket?” he moved forward, continuing his pace, “If I say I’m in a gang, will you leave me alone?” Polly followed behind, considering his questions as she answered, “Of course not. I don’t judge.”
“Lucky me.” His tone was a mixture of sarcasm and anger, as he sat down on a bench. The girl continued to stand as she pointed out, “That would explain a lot about your…” she trailed off, looking at his attire and Sylar followed her gaze, “… attitude.” She reverted back to her usual chipper ways, her grating voice causing another headache to form in the serial killer’s brain, “I must say, I don’t condone violence, so if you…”
“HI!” a chipper red-head popped up to the side of the bench, seemingly out of nowhere. Sylar cringed, hearing the high-pitched teen when he noticed a rather large jewel in his lap. He looked at it oddly but dismissed its appearance as he weighed it in his hand, finally chucking it at the girl. It made a hard contact with the red-head’s forehead, causing her to fall unconscious to the ground.
Polly gasped, watching the whole situation unfold. She looked back at Sylar, noticing his calm demeanor. He sat proper on the bench with his hands folded neatly in his lap and when he saw her gaze on him, he tilted his head slightly un-phased.
“You were saying?”
-- ooo --
“OH NO!” she yelled, her gaze pointed at the red-head on the ground.
“She’ll be fine.” Sylar commented, looking off in the distance. “No, she won’t! She’s bleeding!” The man leaned over the side of the bench to glance at the girl who was quickly drowning in her own blood. “That’s not blood.”
“NOT BLOOD!?” she cried incredulously, “What is it then?!” Sylar shrugged, leaning back against the bench, “I don’t know… ketchup maybe?”
“Can I ask you a question?” he said, looking back at her. Polly was acting frantic but drifted her gaze to Sylar and oddly nodded. “Can people die here?” he stopped and looked at the brightly colored landscape, “I mean, everything else in this place seems unorthodox and physically impossible.”
Polly hesitated, her heartbeat increasing due to Sylar’s calm attitude and odd questions, “Yeah…” The man smiled, looking back down at the girl on the ground. “Then, yes that’s blood.”
A familiar voice caught both of their attention and they moved their heads towards the sound. “Hey, what’s up?” Todd said, running up next to Sylar as the girl continued to freak out. “Whoa… what is that? Ketchup?” Polly didn’t seem to notice the visitor as she began to hyperventilate. During that time, Sylar had risen from the bench and was now standing next to his look-alike as he leaned over, “No… that’s blood.” It took a while but the teen finally got the clue, gasping as he exclaimed, “Oh my god!”
“Todd, don’t say that! Do something!” she yelled, flailing her arms around as if her perfect world was crashing down. The teen looked at a loss for words as he faltered, “Uhm… I’ll go get someone.” He stammered as he ran off and Sylar grinned, mumbling under his breath, “A lot of help that will do.” The girl stopped, hearing his comment and turned around, narrowing her blue eyes.
“You are in a gang, aren’t you?!” Polly asked, watching Sylar look down at his nails idly. He lifted his gaze up, “No. I’m not.” The girl looked alarmed, throwing out more questions, “Then… what?! Do you just like violence?” He laughed, dropping his hand down to his side, “No.” he looked back down to the body on the ground and added disinterested, “I didn’t know she was going to die.” Standing for a few minutes, he saw her shocked expression as he walked back to the bench and sat down.
“I have to tell Lila.” The girl stated, straightening up, causing the man to jump up from the bench. Sylar stepped forward, his eagerness clearly apparent in his tone, “Can I come?” She didn’t seem to mind since she shrugged her shoulders and waved him towards the park.
Once they had entered through the gates to the large, grassy area, Polly found Lila sitting on the hill. She ran up to her and Sylar followed behind, his eyes surveying the scenery. The brunette noticed the two and jumped up, a wide smile plastered on her face.
“Lila! You have no idea what just happened!” she exclaimed, starting a rant that would soon surpass a 24 hour day. Sylar rolled his eyes as he stood next the girl who was trying to decipher Polly’s cryptic expressions. He placed his hands behind his back, pretending to listen when he felt another large gem appear in his hand. He smiled, realizing a trend that was happening as he cleared his throat.
“Hey.” He said, getting the young girl’s attention, “You’re another one of those chipper teens, aren’t you?” The brunette looked at him, smiling as she voiced her opinions, “Of course!” she said, ignoring Polly’s frantic ranting, “Happiness is the greatest of all emotions. It helps in any situation, it makes the world better.”
Sylar smiled, faking an enthused expression, “That’s great.” His face dropped as he brought the jewel from behind his back and slammed it into the girl’s skull. It caused a faint noise to escape from her throat but it didn’t seem to phase Polly as she continued to pace through the grass. Lila fell to the ground, conveniently hidden behind bushes as Sylar brought the object up, “These really do come in handy.”
Sylar heard the gap in Polly’s rant and he quickly straightened up, stuffing the blood-coated jewel behind his back. He raised his eyebrow when she looked at him oddly, acting innocent “You’ve got some good points there...” She smiled and then drifted her gaze around the area, “Where did Lila go?”
The man followed her gaze and then replied, “Oh… yeah. She had to leave. Something about flowers.” He noticed the girl frown and then added hastily, “They’re not going to pick themselves, you know?”
He held in a breath, knowing that she was already suspicious of him but when she nodded, he exhaled, giving her a smile. Polly sighed, flipping her hair as she smiled at the man, “I feel a lot better, how about you?” He grinned, nodding his head as he faked another reaction, “Ecstatic.” She was about to respond to his statement when he stepped forward.
“Hey, do you have any more friends I could meet?”
Heroes/Polly Pocket | Sylar, Polly
PG16 | 2525 words
It took him a while to open his eyes and when they finally focused on his surroundings he had to blink repeatedly. It was bright. Too bright. He was quite certain the entire landscape was pink with palm trees lining the streets and an overly blue sky.
This definitely isn’t New York.
Maybe he was hallucinating; it was entirely possible. After all, he did get stabbed in the stomach, but when he pushed himself up, the idea quickly passed. He yelled out, clutching his torso and clenching his teeth. He wasn’t hallucinating, that was real pain.
He sucked in a breath, carefully peeling his body away from the concrete as he unstably got to his feet. Sylar blinked against the blinding sun as he drifted his gaze around his surroundings. Maybe he was in California; he couldn’t remember much, just that he was skewered by that damn Hiro and had managed to crawl into a sewer but everything after that was a blur.
Bringing a hand up to rub his eyes, he decided to try and walk as he turned his body. As he stepped out, Sylar almost collided with a girl who was standing in front of him; she was young, a typical teenager with blonde hair, blue eyes and a freakishly large smile. It was hard not to cringe at the sight. He jumped back startled and a loud gasp tore from his throat as he grasped his stomach instinctively.
“Hi!” the girl quipped, a wide smile permanently plastered on her face, “I’m Polly Pockettm! You must be new here.” Sylar couldn’t help but twitch as he stared at her dumbfounded, he kept wondering how many Red Bulls she had downed to get that perky. Or perhaps she was addicted to caffeine pills. He didn’t really want to know.
Sylar looked down, pulling a hand up to his mouth as his gag reflex activated. Polly noticed and tilted her head to the side, curious as she asked, “Are you alright?” The man straightened up, pushing past the pain as he gave a nervous smile, “Yeah… just threw up in my mouth a little…”
She giggled, it wasn’t exactly the reaction he assumed he was going to get and it disturbed him. “You’re funny.” Her reply caused him to narrow his eyes at her. Mocked shock suddenly appeared on her face and he figured she had to be mentally insane as she voiced in concern, “Oh no… you’re hurt.”
He wanted to say "No Shit." to her face but decided against it; figuring she would continue to talk in her jarring, nails-on-chalkboard voice and he didn’t want that. He already had a pounding headache; he didn’t need it to get any worse. Instead he just nodded, pulling his hand away from his torso as the psychotically creepy smile appeared on her face again.
“We’ll have you fixed up in no time!” her tone was chipper and it was knawing at Sylar’s brain as she waved to someone outside his view. He turned his head, shocked to find a young man walking towards the two. As he neared, Polly seemed almost ecstatic and Sylar noticed just how similar the two men looked. The only difference was the eyes; he had blue eyes and Sylar, well… didn’t. The man obviously didn’t note the identical features they both shared as he smiled unfazed.
Polly gave the young man a hug as her voice echoed again, “This is my friend Todd, you guys could totally be twins!” she paused and her eyes drifted down to Sylar’s chest, “Except, he doesn’t have a hole in his stomach!”
Sylar made a sudden move forward but stopped, deciding against it when he felt the searing pain shoot through his torso. He cringed and Polly took note, running off before returning with a bag. “Here we go!” she pulled the bag up towards his face and smiled, “the Polly Pocket Medical Kittm!”
Todd walked up and took Sylar’s arm, helping him sit down and ignoring his blatant protests. “Is everything named after you?” he asked, glaring at the girl as she pulled out a roll of gauze. She giggled, unrolling the fabric, “Of course!” Her hand rummaged around the bag and as soon as Sylar saw a needle in her hand he jerked up.
“Oh hell no.” His flat response caused a shocking reaction in the two chipper teens as they plastered their palms against their mouths, audible gasps escaping their lips. He stumbled forward, grabbing the bag away from her as he walked off. As soon as Sylar had disappeared behind a few palm trees, Polly dropped her hand, glancing over at Todd, “Well… he’s just not very nice.”
-- ooo --
Once he had found an area that wasn’t as bright as the surface of the sun, he sat down, dropping the bag to the ground. He leaned his head back against the trunk of a tree, closing his eyes as he tried to ease the massive pounding in his head.
The brightness of his surroundings seemed to filter through his lids and he grimaced, mumbling to himself as he opened the bag. Sylar pulled out familiar objects, realizing upon further inspection that they were of no use to him. He placed them down on the ground in front of him as he sighed, rubbing his tired eyes.
A small plastic bottle that didn’t open and appeared to be hollow, a rather large synthetic needle that wasn’t ever going to break skin, and about an inch of gauze that even he didn’t think was real.
For some reason it reminded him of a toy.
He didn’t have time for this and he needed to get out of this hellhole so he pulled off his coat, ripping a strip from the bottom. He had seen this method used on television and wasn’t quite sure if it would work as he wrapped the strip tightly around his stomach. The pressure caused him to hold in a pained cry as he pulled himself up.
Taking a deep sigh, he directed his gaze up towards the cloudless sky before bringing his eyes down. He jumped; his back brushing against the tree trunk as his surprise visitor stood smiling in front of him. A low growl escaped his throat as he narrowed his eyes and brought his hand up in a sharp motion.
Polly continued to smile, her posture perfectly straight as Sylar dropped his hand and stepped back. His eyes moved down to his hand as he stared at it, alternating his gaze between his palm and the girl’s face.
He tried again, pointing his index finger at the girl’s forehead as he dragged it in mid-air.
Nothing.
Polly tilted her head, curiosity etched in her expression, “What are yo…” she trailed off when Sylar let out a stunned exhale. He dropped his hand quickly, his knees giving out as he fell to the grass. A giggle echoed in his ears and he lifted his gaze up.
“Hahaha… you fell.” She exclaimed, her hand muffling her laughter and Sylar responded in displeasure, “Yeah… hilarious.” He coughed and placed his hand on the tree, pulling himself back up, “What are you doing here?”
Straightening up and hiding the grimace, he looked at the girl. She smiled, dropping her hands as she placed them behind her back, “I wanted to talk to you about your usage of language.”
“My usage of language?!” he raised an eyebrow as the young girl nodded her head. Her enjoyment of everything sickened him and he replied back sarcastically, “Well in that case, shit, fuck, hell.”
The expression on her face was horrid, her mouth agape and her eyes wide in shock. Sylar took pride in her reaction and mocked one of her chipper smiles as he walked off. She got over the shock pretty quickly as she caught up to him, walking to his side and staring at him intently.
“Can I help you?” he asked dully as he kept his gaze forward. Polly kept up with his fast pace as she replied, “What’s your name?” He stopped suddenly causing him to suck in a breath as he acknowledged her presence. “What?”
The girl repeated herself, ending with a wide smile, “You never told me your name… what is it?” He hesitated, shielding his eyes against the bright sun, “… Sylar.”
“Sylar?” the girl asked, her tone perplexed and he brought his gaze on her face. “What kind of name is Sylar? Are you in a gang?!”
The man retorted is if he had been insulted, “What kind of name is Polly Pocket?” he moved forward, continuing his pace, “If I say I’m in a gang, will you leave me alone?” Polly followed behind, considering his questions as she answered, “Of course not. I don’t judge.”
“Lucky me.” His tone was a mixture of sarcasm and anger, as he sat down on a bench. The girl continued to stand as she pointed out, “That would explain a lot about your…” she trailed off, looking at his attire and Sylar followed her gaze, “… attitude.” She reverted back to her usual chipper ways, her grating voice causing another headache to form in the serial killer’s brain, “I must say, I don’t condone violence, so if you…”
“HI!” a chipper red-head popped up to the side of the bench, seemingly out of nowhere. Sylar cringed, hearing the high-pitched teen when he noticed a rather large jewel in his lap. He looked at it oddly but dismissed its appearance as he weighed it in his hand, finally chucking it at the girl. It made a hard contact with the red-head’s forehead, causing her to fall unconscious to the ground.
Polly gasped, watching the whole situation unfold. She looked back at Sylar, noticing his calm demeanor. He sat proper on the bench with his hands folded neatly in his lap and when he saw her gaze on him, he tilted his head slightly un-phased.
“You were saying?”
-- ooo --
“OH NO!” she yelled, her gaze pointed at the red-head on the ground.
“She’ll be fine.” Sylar commented, looking off in the distance. “No, she won’t! She’s bleeding!” The man leaned over the side of the bench to glance at the girl who was quickly drowning in her own blood. “That’s not blood.”
“NOT BLOOD!?” she cried incredulously, “What is it then?!” Sylar shrugged, leaning back against the bench, “I don’t know… ketchup maybe?”
“Can I ask you a question?” he said, looking back at her. Polly was acting frantic but drifted her gaze to Sylar and oddly nodded. “Can people die here?” he stopped and looked at the brightly colored landscape, “I mean, everything else in this place seems unorthodox and physically impossible.”
Polly hesitated, her heartbeat increasing due to Sylar’s calm attitude and odd questions, “Yeah…” The man smiled, looking back down at the girl on the ground. “Then, yes that’s blood.”
A familiar voice caught both of their attention and they moved their heads towards the sound. “Hey, what’s up?” Todd said, running up next to Sylar as the girl continued to freak out. “Whoa… what is that? Ketchup?” Polly didn’t seem to notice the visitor as she began to hyperventilate. During that time, Sylar had risen from the bench and was now standing next to his look-alike as he leaned over, “No… that’s blood.” It took a while but the teen finally got the clue, gasping as he exclaimed, “Oh my god!”
“Todd, don’t say that! Do something!” she yelled, flailing her arms around as if her perfect world was crashing down. The teen looked at a loss for words as he faltered, “Uhm… I’ll go get someone.” He stammered as he ran off and Sylar grinned, mumbling under his breath, “A lot of help that will do.” The girl stopped, hearing his comment and turned around, narrowing her blue eyes.
“You are in a gang, aren’t you?!” Polly asked, watching Sylar look down at his nails idly. He lifted his gaze up, “No. I’m not.” The girl looked alarmed, throwing out more questions, “Then… what?! Do you just like violence?” He laughed, dropping his hand down to his side, “No.” he looked back down to the body on the ground and added disinterested, “I didn’t know she was going to die.” Standing for a few minutes, he saw her shocked expression as he walked back to the bench and sat down.
“I have to tell Lila.” The girl stated, straightening up, causing the man to jump up from the bench. Sylar stepped forward, his eagerness clearly apparent in his tone, “Can I come?” She didn’t seem to mind since she shrugged her shoulders and waved him towards the park.
Once they had entered through the gates to the large, grassy area, Polly found Lila sitting on the hill. She ran up to her and Sylar followed behind, his eyes surveying the scenery. The brunette noticed the two and jumped up, a wide smile plastered on her face.
“Lila! You have no idea what just happened!” she exclaimed, starting a rant that would soon surpass a 24 hour day. Sylar rolled his eyes as he stood next the girl who was trying to decipher Polly’s cryptic expressions. He placed his hands behind his back, pretending to listen when he felt another large gem appear in his hand. He smiled, realizing a trend that was happening as he cleared his throat.
“Hey.” He said, getting the young girl’s attention, “You’re another one of those chipper teens, aren’t you?” The brunette looked at him, smiling as she voiced her opinions, “Of course!” she said, ignoring Polly’s frantic ranting, “Happiness is the greatest of all emotions. It helps in any situation, it makes the world better.”
Sylar smiled, faking an enthused expression, “That’s great.” His face dropped as he brought the jewel from behind his back and slammed it into the girl’s skull. It caused a faint noise to escape from her throat but it didn’t seem to phase Polly as she continued to pace through the grass. Lila fell to the ground, conveniently hidden behind bushes as Sylar brought the object up, “These really do come in handy.”
Sylar heard the gap in Polly’s rant and he quickly straightened up, stuffing the blood-coated jewel behind his back. He raised his eyebrow when she looked at him oddly, acting innocent “You’ve got some good points there...” She smiled and then drifted her gaze around the area, “Where did Lila go?”
The man followed her gaze and then replied, “Oh… yeah. She had to leave. Something about flowers.” He noticed the girl frown and then added hastily, “They’re not going to pick themselves, you know?”
He held in a breath, knowing that she was already suspicious of him but when she nodded, he exhaled, giving her a smile. Polly sighed, flipping her hair as she smiled at the man, “I feel a lot better, how about you?” He grinned, nodding his head as he faked another reaction, “Ecstatic.” She was about to respond to his statement when he stepped forward.
“Hey, do you have any more friends I could meet?”