Hiding from the light
Crouched at the bottom of the air conditioning shaft, Mohinder shivered in the darkness, tentatively shifting his weight to edge away from the sunlight peeking through the entrance to his hiding spot.
Had he been Sylar, he could have been able to hear what was going on, would have known if he was safe yet or if he had to hide in the darkness longer, waiting for someone to appear to help him out and fearing that it might not be the person he needed.
The tip off had come from the doorman. Queries about them from a tall, broad detective with an LA accent and the habit of tipping his head and looking at you like he could see what you were thinking just by willing it hard enough. Gabriel had panicked, grabbing hold of Mohinder’s slender shoulders and leaving bruising marks as he just stared.
Then Sylar had brushed his hair back, told him to get to the roof and hide and wait for him. He’d come for him.
So he was waiting. Waiting. And hoping, and trying not to look upwards, lest the whites of his eyes give him away to anyone looking down. The only person who should be able to find where he was hiding was the one he wanted to find him.
There had been noise before. Crashing. Thumping. A dull sound that had reminded him of an explosion. He hoped the animals were safe, Sylar had been locking them in the back room when he had run for the stairs to roof. He would never forgive them if they hurt the pets. They were innocents.
A silhouette appeared. He shrank back further, trying to be silent, deathly scared that it wasn’t the right person.
Hands curled around his ribs and lifted. Instinct told him to go limp and just let himself be moved or he could be hurt. He was guided up, wincing against the bright light as hands grabbed him, actual hands, big hands, heavy and familiar but not right.
He swung out, tried to wrench away. “No! Let me go! Don’t touch me!”
“Shh, it’s okay, Mohinder, it’s me, it’s Peter, you don’t have to be scared.”
Not Peter. No, not Peter and Matthew. Because that meant-
“You’re safe now.”
Sylar had lost.
He sank to his knees and sobbed.
No muses mentioned are used with permission or written with any journal in mind. Based on rp with
eternityticking but AU thereof.