Partner Issues 4
Title: Partner Issues
Chapter: A way out
Author: green7silver
Rating: PG
Summary: Noah - Sylar - Claude. What does mean to be a partner?
Disclaimer: Heroes doesn´t belong to me
Warnings: Violence
Setting: After "One of us, one of them"
Notes: Friendship
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Chapter 3
A way out
Noah wished he could turn over on his side to release the pain in his back. Here in Level 6 you began to long for the simple things. The last few days had been hell. Level 6 had no medieval torture instruments. This was a modern hell where they used drugs and the thumbscrew-like pain was not the worst part. These drugs also had the ability to cause the victim to relive the worst situations in his life, all the pain and sins he had ever committed, until he wished he could kill himself. The drugs didn’t allow the kindness that normal torture instruments offered to the victims, such as the possibility of fainting to avoid pain. In the moment he just hoped he had told them everything they needed and would kill him quickly.
His senses were not functioning properly, so his first thought when he saw Sylar was that he was hallucinating. The hands which loosened his bonds however, were very real and his mind tried desperately to understand the situation. What in hell was the killer doing here?
“Noah,” Sylar urged, as he had in the meantime lifted him and put a coat around him.
“Hm?” his voice didn’t seem to work properly.
“Can you walk, if I help you?”
Noah nodded numbly. Was Sylar really trying to save him? His brain was not cooperating in trying to figure it out, so he just held onto Sylar and stumbled though the dark corridors. They didn’t meet anyone before the ground level, then suddenly three guards appeared. Sylar knocked the first one out, before Noah could blink and then the other two fell to the ground as well without giving him a chance to understand why.
“We better take a short cut," Claude said as he suddenly materialized before him, causing him to believe he was totally crazy. If his entire body wasn’t hurting like hell, he would have been sure, that this was a weird dream.
“Noah?” someone was shaking him, “are you still with us?” He concentrated with difficulty on Claude. “We need to get out through the secret passage. They haven’t had time to change the code. Can you remember it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. This way.” They followed a narrow staircase to a red door with a big screen beside it. “I know you are still dizzy, but we have only one try. So take your time,” Claude commanded. Noah nodded and tried to get a grip on his brain. He needed a few minutes before the code came back, but then the door opened.
“Well done,” said Claude and Noah felt a ridiculous source of pride. After all he had done, he still enjoyed having the approval of his former partner. He forgot everything, when he saw Claire standing beside the car.
“Dad!” she ran to him and hugged him tightly.
“Later,” Sylar whispered, “we need to leave now.”
They helped him onto the back-seat and he leaned back exhausted. Claude was driving and Claire held his hand.
The car skittered over bad roads and each pothole shook his aching body. Then suddenly, his position was stabilized. He realized slowly that Sylar was using his telekinesis on him. The younger man gave him a questioning look and Noah could see same need for approval in his eyes that he had often felt concerning Claude. Suddenly he felt like a complete ass.
Part 5
Chapter: A way out
Author: green7silver
Rating: PG
Summary: Noah - Sylar - Claude. What does mean to be a partner?
Disclaimer: Heroes doesn´t belong to me
Warnings: Violence
Setting: After "One of us, one of them"
Notes: Friendship
he
Chapter 3
A way out
Noah wished he could turn over on his side to release the pain in his back. Here in Level 6 you began to long for the simple things. The last few days had been hell. Level 6 had no medieval torture instruments. This was a modern hell where they used drugs and the thumbscrew-like pain was not the worst part. These drugs also had the ability to cause the victim to relive the worst situations in his life, all the pain and sins he had ever committed, until he wished he could kill himself. The drugs didn’t allow the kindness that normal torture instruments offered to the victims, such as the possibility of fainting to avoid pain. In the moment he just hoped he had told them everything they needed and would kill him quickly.
His senses were not functioning properly, so his first thought when he saw Sylar was that he was hallucinating. The hands which loosened his bonds however, were very real and his mind tried desperately to understand the situation. What in hell was the killer doing here?
“Noah,” Sylar urged, as he had in the meantime lifted him and put a coat around him.
“Hm?” his voice didn’t seem to work properly.
“Can you walk, if I help you?”
Noah nodded numbly. Was Sylar really trying to save him? His brain was not cooperating in trying to figure it out, so he just held onto Sylar and stumbled though the dark corridors. They didn’t meet anyone before the ground level, then suddenly three guards appeared. Sylar knocked the first one out, before Noah could blink and then the other two fell to the ground as well without giving him a chance to understand why.
“We better take a short cut," Claude said as he suddenly materialized before him, causing him to believe he was totally crazy. If his entire body wasn’t hurting like hell, he would have been sure, that this was a weird dream.
“Noah?” someone was shaking him, “are you still with us?” He concentrated with difficulty on Claude. “We need to get out through the secret passage. They haven’t had time to change the code. Can you remember it?”
“Yes.”
“Good. This way.” They followed a narrow staircase to a red door with a big screen beside it. “I know you are still dizzy, but we have only one try. So take your time,” Claude commanded. Noah nodded and tried to get a grip on his brain. He needed a few minutes before the code came back, but then the door opened.
“Well done,” said Claude and Noah felt a ridiculous source of pride. After all he had done, he still enjoyed having the approval of his former partner. He forgot everything, when he saw Claire standing beside the car.
“Dad!” she ran to him and hugged him tightly.
“Later,” Sylar whispered, “we need to leave now.”
They helped him onto the back-seat and he leaned back exhausted. Claude was driving and Claire held his hand.
The car skittered over bad roads and each pothole shook his aching body. Then suddenly, his position was stabilized. He realized slowly that Sylar was using his telekinesis on him. The younger man gave him a questioning look and Noah could see same need for approval in his eyes that he had often felt concerning Claude. Suddenly he felt like a complete ass.
Part 5