Fired, Part Four
Title: Fired
Characters/Pairing: Sylar :D
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Might be swearing and mild violence, but its most likely nothing
Summary: Meet Kevin, a sarcastic and normal office worker at a little known paper company. He encounters some strange events in his future, but will it help his life or merely shorten it?
[ Part One - Girlfriends tend to do that to you.]
[ Part Two - The only good thing about losing time is the shorter work week.]
[ Part Three - Comic books did well to avoid guys like me.]
"Kevin? Kevin where are you?"
"Ally... Ally, I'm hurt.... at the old factory."
It was all I got out before exhaustion kicked in and consciousness kicked out. Once again, I came to in the hospital. I began to sit up but there was still a dull ache in my shoulder. Ally put a hand on my arm, though it was tentative as if she was still afraid that I turn her cold again.
"Lay down, Kev. That piece of metal was lodged pretty deep," she reached down for my hand. "What happened?"
"I don't know, I just hit the gate and it," I hesitated. "...exploded."
"Why don't you trust me? You have to know more about this. I mean, what about what happened before at the house? People don't just wake up that different."
I nearly laughed when she said that. Obviously, Ally wasn't too into the superhero scene. There, people woke up with abilities all the time, but usually things had to happen to them first, a radioactive bug, some sort of chemical spill. None of these things had happened to me, and I couldn't even chalk it up to something happening in the 36 hours I was missing because I knew something was different before then.
"Say something, Kevin." I snapped.
"Trust you, Ally? Why don't you trust me? I have no idea what's going on, and I don't have any answers for you." I could feel myself getting hot again and I wrenched my arm away from Ally's hand. Then I took some deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.
"Why don't you just leave? I think you're making matters worse."
I could see the shock in her eyes before the tears began to form. That obviously wasn't the answer she was expecting, nor was it the one I wanted to give. But I couldn't have her around. I couldn't risk accidently harming her in any way, and so the best way to avoid that was to have her gone. She pulled her bag up onto her shoulder and nodded, before walking stiffly out the door.
I sighed. At least now I had time to think. Think about what might be happening to me and how I could control it. Maybe there was some way to get rid of it. I had gotten it somehow, it made sense that I could cure myself of it. Before I could think anymore a shadowy figure stood in the doorway.
"You weren't where I expected you, Mr. White."
"Who are you?" I asked. "How do you know me? What do you want?"
Ok, so maybe I was a little more question-y than usual, but I had a lot on my mind and not much to waste on a back and forth conversation. I sat up in the bed, ready to move. Something about this guy didn't feel right and I wanted to make sure I could get out of there.
"My name's Sylar, Gabriel Sylar and I want to pick your brain," I could see a flash of unnaturally white teeth. "So to speak."
Something slammed me back into the hospital bed and I was pinned. I struggled, but whatever was holding me was strong. "You didn't answer one of my questions. How do you know me?"
The figure shrugged as he stepped forward into the light. "You're on the list."
As if that was an answer? What list was he talking about and why was I on it? However, I didn't really have the time to think too much. I had to get out of here. I put all my energy into concentrating on the man who was moving towards me. He didn't seem aware that he was losing precious body heat. Suddenly I felt the pressure holding me down let up as the man clutched at his chest obviously having trouble breathing. I sat up, the adrenaline pushing me through the pain in my shoulder and reached out to grab the man, taking what warmth I could out of him before he dropped to the floor, stiff and barely breathing.
I grabbed my coat and was thankful they hadn't fully unclothed me, as I would look a little odd running around in nothing but a coat. However I would have to do without shoes or a shirt. I didn't stop to get help from the doctors as I doubted they could stop whatever pressure I had felt. I just needed to get away from here, far away.
However, I guess whatever I had done to the man had worn off quicker than I expected, as I could hear shouts and breaking of glass behind me.
Characters/Pairing: Sylar :D
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Might be swearing and mild violence, but its most likely nothing
Summary: Meet Kevin, a sarcastic and normal office worker at a little known paper company. He encounters some strange events in his future, but will it help his life or merely shorten it?
[ Part One - Girlfriends tend to do that to you.]
[ Part Two - The only good thing about losing time is the shorter work week.]
[ Part Three - Comic books did well to avoid guys like me.]
"Kevin? Kevin where are you?"
"Ally... Ally, I'm hurt.... at the old factory."
It was all I got out before exhaustion kicked in and consciousness kicked out. Once again, I came to in the hospital. I began to sit up but there was still a dull ache in my shoulder. Ally put a hand on my arm, though it was tentative as if she was still afraid that I turn her cold again.
"Lay down, Kev. That piece of metal was lodged pretty deep," she reached down for my hand. "What happened?"
"I don't know, I just hit the gate and it," I hesitated. "...exploded."
"Why don't you trust me? You have to know more about this. I mean, what about what happened before at the house? People don't just wake up that different."
I nearly laughed when she said that. Obviously, Ally wasn't too into the superhero scene. There, people woke up with abilities all the time, but usually things had to happen to them first, a radioactive bug, some sort of chemical spill. None of these things had happened to me, and I couldn't even chalk it up to something happening in the 36 hours I was missing because I knew something was different before then.
"Say something, Kevin." I snapped.
"Trust you, Ally? Why don't you trust me? I have no idea what's going on, and I don't have any answers for you." I could feel myself getting hot again and I wrenched my arm away from Ally's hand. Then I took some deep breaths, trying to calm myself down.
"Why don't you just leave? I think you're making matters worse."
I could see the shock in her eyes before the tears began to form. That obviously wasn't the answer she was expecting, nor was it the one I wanted to give. But I couldn't have her around. I couldn't risk accidently harming her in any way, and so the best way to avoid that was to have her gone. She pulled her bag up onto her shoulder and nodded, before walking stiffly out the door.
I sighed. At least now I had time to think. Think about what might be happening to me and how I could control it. Maybe there was some way to get rid of it. I had gotten it somehow, it made sense that I could cure myself of it. Before I could think anymore a shadowy figure stood in the doorway.
"You weren't where I expected you, Mr. White."
"Who are you?" I asked. "How do you know me? What do you want?"
Ok, so maybe I was a little more question-y than usual, but I had a lot on my mind and not much to waste on a back and forth conversation. I sat up in the bed, ready to move. Something about this guy didn't feel right and I wanted to make sure I could get out of there.
"My name's Sylar, Gabriel Sylar and I want to pick your brain," I could see a flash of unnaturally white teeth. "So to speak."
Something slammed me back into the hospital bed and I was pinned. I struggled, but whatever was holding me was strong. "You didn't answer one of my questions. How do you know me?"
The figure shrugged as he stepped forward into the light. "You're on the list."
As if that was an answer? What list was he talking about and why was I on it? However, I didn't really have the time to think too much. I had to get out of here. I put all my energy into concentrating on the man who was moving towards me. He didn't seem aware that he was losing precious body heat. Suddenly I felt the pressure holding me down let up as the man clutched at his chest obviously having trouble breathing. I sat up, the adrenaline pushing me through the pain in my shoulder and reached out to grab the man, taking what warmth I could out of him before he dropped to the floor, stiff and barely breathing.
I grabbed my coat and was thankful they hadn't fully unclothed me, as I would look a little odd running around in nothing but a coat. However I would have to do without shoes or a shirt. I didn't stop to get help from the doctors as I doubted they could stop whatever pressure I had felt. I just needed to get away from here, far away.
However, I guess whatever I had done to the man had worn off quicker than I expected, as I could hear shouts and breaking of glass behind me.