Ihsindriel Mylar part 2
LorenMorgenstern (4:49:40 PM):*He looks up at Sylar, shuddering again at the thought of the Intiutive with that sort of massive destructive power at his disposal. He already has a vast arsenal of weapons, but the torturous nature of Maya's ability is just appalling. Mohinder still has not squared away the sense behind the poisonous power, either scientifically or theologically. Why Nature or God would render such an ability to a person is beyond him.* Miss Herrera is well protected from your murderous greed. As are the rest of the residents of the Company. And I certainly won't be your way to get to them! *Mohinder sneered and indeed moved to push past when he felt the mental hold dissipate, but he didn't run, just pushed insistantly past Sylar, clipping the taller man's shoulder slightly as he moved as though to retrieve his cell phone.* Zachluvsstripes (5:00:00 PM):*His lip curled up as the man moved toward him. Let him, if he wants some sort of 'fair fight' let him try it. He's taken on people physically now much more than he used to. His arm moves to place a hand on the other man's chest,pushing him back past the far counter using no telekinesis to improve his hold as he feels the insistence within Mohinder's movement.* Oh no, we're not done yet *His eyes focused more on Mohinder's eyes to watch them light up with his struggle then the movement allowing the man's hand to slide past and under his jacket. He takes a few steps forward pushing the man backward as he goes wanting to pin him to the back wall of the kitchen.*
LorenMorgenstern (5:17:43 PM):'No, my friend,' he thinks privately, 'we are far from done...' *The doctor shivers harder, especially when he feels his back connect with a slim portion of bare wall between the end of the counter and the bedroom door. * What the Hell do you want from me, Sylar? *the name drips acidic contempt.* I've told you I won't help you in your killing spree, and your innocent facade is gone. *His dark eyes flash defiantly up at the murderer, daring him to awaken even the smallest flame of affection and sympathy.* You can't really think for even a moment I believe you care about me.
Zachluvsstripes (5:42:29 PM):*Narrowed an eye, it's almost a twitch. Despite everything he can feel that he has something for him. Before it went wrong, he knew that there was something there. A personal connection tenuous though it may have been considering the deceptive circumstances. He sighed softly watching Mohinder, his palm flat and firmly pressed against the thin material of the man's shirt. His free hand moving up to graze his cheek with the back of his hand. Feeling the rough stubble leave a distinct red mark on pale skin. The shiver palpable with that hand on Mohinder's chest. A smile on his face and he allows his voice to become soft and a bit more hesitant sounding. His Zane Taylor voice. His eyes themselves seem to soften as well the blackness dissipating back into their natural color* You shook like this after Dale Smither died. Do you remember? That awful motel room outside of Montana...the yellow light that flickered all night long. When I came from my room and saw you shaking as you sat on your bed...and I sat with you. When I gave you the chance to just let it all go. Soon after when you kissed me...do you forget that Mohinder? You, kissed me. *raised a brow as he spoke still grazing his hand to that wonderfully chiseled jaw* I want for you to just admit it. Admit that we have something here. I do care about you Mohinder. I can take you away from this... all the stress and pressures of your job...everything that you picked up in your father's stead. It would just be us and I can,,, be that man for you...let you see that shy introverted Zane Taylor that you clearly cared for despite all of your best efforts to remain merely professional about it. *Stops and smiles at him* Is that why you live alone...why you have next to no contact with others? Are you afraid of getting hurt again *He was able to hold back his initial urge to taunt out those last words and instead let his voice catch when he spoke them*
LorenMorgenstern (8:29:33 PM):*Mohinder's eyes gloss slightly a few heartbeats into the shift. He anticipated this, but it barely softens the blow to SEE it, how easily Sylar can become 'Zane'. It would be almost easy to just go back to this. Delude himself... as long as Sylar didn't make him face the murders, he might be able to pretend... His hands relax at his sides and he lifts them, laying them against the killer's chest as though torn between a desire to bury them in the folds of his clothes, or push him away. It's not a feignt. He finally opts to grasp the fabric, looking at his whitening knuckles for a moment before turning his eyes up again. His lips are parted softly, a slight quiver as the killer forces him to remember gentle kisses and soft caresses.* Everything you touch you tear to pieces. Why should I expect to be treated any different? *He watches the other man's small smile more than Sylar's eyes, avoiding the worst of
LorenMorgenstern (8:29:45 PM):the features of his deceptive face.*
Zachluvsstripes (8:46:41 PM):*He glanced down at the hands tightened around the folds of his shirt. It's almost a shame that Mohinder doesn't have enhanced hearing, he would have been as surprised at the jump within his own heartbeat too. His eyes stare at Mohinder's and it is very difficult to calm himself enough to keep up the Indian man's favorite lie. His hand slid down under Mohinder's jaw lifting his head up just a tiny bit further because he could. * You seem to see as me some sort of brute. There is a reason for all of this Mohinder. It is destiny that I've been put on this path. If I ever kill a person without abilities it's only because...destiny allowed me to do so. If I wasn't mean to do this, to fulfill my purpose *His shoulders lifted up into a slight shrug and he shook his head* I'd have died long ago in Odessa or elsewhere before. But fate keeps smiling on me Mohinde,r keeps letting me continue, keeps ...keeps bringing us back together. If you just let destiny run its course than nothing will ever happen to you or I. *The hand that was once flat,holding the man back traveled down toward his hip , as it rested there idly. His eyes now fixed on the space in between softly parted lips. Should he just take it, take what is his what he deserves, take him.* Zachluvsstripes (8:52:39 PM):(emailed you everything so far)
LorenMorgenstern (8:55:44 PM):*It's certainly a compelling argument. Evolution favors the strong, and Sylar has been able to surmount all odds placed in front of him so far. If that does not grant him the right to his evolutionary path, what does...? But pure evolution is not the sole factor in human destiny now. There is mental and moral strength as well as physical, and in the later respect Sylar is severely weakened. In that respect, Mohinder is the stonger of the two and he knows what he must do. ...But why does that seem to require that Mohinder lift his heels from the floor, push up away from the wall, and press his lips to the mouth of the man who has devoured countless worthier lives? It doesn't, but Mohinder wants to be certain that when he rips the supremacy from the killer's hands that loss is felt keenly, and perhaps... perhaps just as Sylar mourns the loss of the doctor's brilliant smile, Mohinder longs for one last taste of
LorenMorgenstern (8:56:21 PM):the lie, because once this is done, and once this truly begins... he knows he'll never have it like this again.*
Zachluvsstripes (9:08:18 PM):*Once those lips hit his he moved his right hand down and with his left joining, pushed into Mohinder and allowed himself, body to body to press into the man. He slammed his lips into Mohinders not caring if he bruised them. Their chests together as he groaned softly reaching his tongue into to stimulate the doctors. That taste, how he's missed it, how he has craved it for so long. It's always joined up the deep inhalation of his scent. His spicy scent filled his nostrils, egging him on more. Tonge twisted around Mohinder's taking it in its grasp sliding around. Part of him wonders if he will have to keep up with the lie, if he even wants to if only for Mohinder's own sake. It seems to make things easier for him. His hands opened and his thumbs searched Mohinder's abdomen and down until they hooked into the belt loops of his khakis. His eyes were open at first but now they've closed, giving Mohinder the kind of trust that he may not even deserve.*
LorenMorgenstern (9:18:50 PM):*Oh, that trust is most definitely undeserved. As Sylar said during their last encounter, they have trust issues, stabbing one another in the back on a regular basis. This time Mohinder won't be doing the stabbing in the 'back' though... He lets the kiss sear his senses, moaning oh so softly into the kiss, savoring this last moment of his supposed submission to his father's killer. He rakes his hands down Sylar's abdomen, feeling the lean strength of his body, refamiliarizing himself with its perportions. He nips at the killer's lips even as he lets his own be bruised, heart careening in his chest. This whole situation is fucked enough that shifts in mood are expected and inevitable, the idea of letting Sylar strip and use him again is as intimidating as an attempt to take the murder down, but the later is his goal and so as one hand slips beneath the waistband of the killer's dark denim jeans, the other
LorenMorgenstern (9:21:08 PM):disappears into one of his own slack pockets. His fingers rake along sensitive flesh downed in dark curling hairs as their mirror digits close around a small cylindar. He pushes himself up higher, palming molten flesh and clicking their teeth together to cover the small 'pop' of the plastic sheath from over a short needle...*
Zachluvsstripes (9:30:43 PM):*Recoiled only slightly from the odd sensation of teeth against teeth. It gave him an umcomfortable shiver like scratching plastic against styrofoam. When he feels Mohinder's hand roam its way past his jeans he moaned harder slamming into Mohinder causing the man's body to connect hard with the wall. He pulls away and just looks at him for a moment, wanting to see the color change in Mohinder's lip and to lick up the slight bit of blood on his own lips from Mohinder's teeth. His tongue slithers over his lower lip then when the curve is complete he throws himself back against Mohinder. This is very much not how it was last time and he wants Mohinder to feel it, to know it. Think of me as Zane if it helps you accept this. But he is not a man for soft caresses and carefully whispered words as he wrenched his hands under Mohinder's shirt moving over the skin. Mmm, he's so much leaner than the last time they met. Tighter, but no matter the muscle he still feels the man shiver underneath his palms and fingertips*
LorenMorgenstern (9:40:48 PM):*Sylar obviously doesn't notice the sting at first. He's so focused on everything else, the killer doesn't realize his own rough momentum has carried him forward into the point of the syringe. As soon as the doctor feels it stuck into the taut flesh of Sylar's abdomen he thumbs the plunger, emptying a cocktail of incapacitating drugs into the killers system. Mohinder continues the kiss, meeting Sylar's intensity, gripping tighter at the hardening shaft in the palm of his hand. In only a moment he knows he'll feel that same flesh soften again, Sylar's own heightened pulse carrying the drugs from his blood-flushed flesh throughout the rest of his body. Mohinder rips the syringe out roughly, making sure the killer feels it this time as he pulls back from the kiss.* There is no fate, Sylar, save what we render with our own hands. Yours, now rests in mine. Zachluvsstripes (9:53:09 PM):*Gasps as he twisted his body inward. His mouth agape in shock, he glanced down to see Mohinder's hand wrapped firmly around him still. Sylar blinked up at him, his features distored in disgust both with himself for falling for such, in hindsight, an obvious ploy. And at Mohinder for once again betraying him. Immediately he wants to rush at the man and create the circumstances so that Mohinder would be far beyond conscious before he was. He took a step and stumbled some, hand flying out against the wall to try and steady himself. His breathing ragged but slowing, heart slowing* What the Hell was in that thing?! *Eyes wide as he focused everything he had to not give in. To somehow do the impossible and push it from his system. But instead a thick haze has started over his, eyelids weighted down. Oh god his body is going numb and fast.**
LorenMorgenstern (9:56:10 PM):My status in the Company gives me easy access to a number of convenient chemical compounds... *He can see Sylar is fading quickly and likely won't hear the rest of his answer.* So I picked out something a little more potent than GHB and curare...
Zachluvsstripes (10:09:26 PM):*His eyes can't stop flickering back and forth and up and down as he desperately clings on. But he is slipping, litterally, his legs are buckling out from under him. His lips curled into a snarl until they too go numb and a more placated look is forced to his features. He felt his mind racing with so many questions and very simply put the kind of rage that would have left Mohinder's life in a very grave danger should the passion of it have gotten away from Sylar. As his knees bend he suddenly slumps over eyes rolled up and lips parted, slamming himself face-first into the kitchen tile from the angle he tipped his body. Arms sprawled out at his sides. Heart rate slow but steady as he lays there completely out cold.*
LorenMorgenstern (10:18:49 PM):Mohinder finally lets slip the moisture that was pooling in his eyes. It's ended. There's no going back to the lie now, because neither of them can any longer play the game. The doctor takes only a moment to collect himself and then he bends, laying Sylar out more conveniently, before grasping the killer's ineffective hands to pull him from the kitchen into the small den that once served as Molly Walker's bedroom. Since then it has become Mohinder's home lab, and in only a moment he has retrieved the portable medical bed from a closet and set it up, still close to the floor so that he can pull the killer onto it. He binds the long man quickly, wrists, ankles, chest and thighs, before taking up the medical shears. He cuts a slit up one sleeve first, finding a vein to burry the IV needle in and begins the drip. Right now the dose is high enough to keep him under while the doctor works, cutting away the dark clothing until Sylar is bare to him. Mohinder had no desire to fight with the clothing to strip the killer, and its part of the mental mind game that he's already begun playing. By destroying the outfit he destroys a layer of Sylar's protection, and his identity in the form of his outward self-expression. Sylar will be unaware of it at first, but he will at least realize the vulnerability of his nakedness when he awakes. The only dignity Mohinder provides him for now is a single thin white sheet that only covers from the hips down. The doctor wants always to be able to see the killer's hands. When all the preparations are done, he acts boldly and lowers the dosage enough that eventually Sylar will wake up, but this time he'll keep him disoriented and groggy. He wants none of the clarity of thought that let Sylar slip under his defenses last time they played this game...*
Zachluvsstripes (10:40:16 PM):*The first thing Sylar does to reinstate his emergence into the waking world is a long loud groan that moves out from his dry lips. Before his eyes open, he winced them tightly his head is just...he feels light-headed in that he's dizzy but there is pressure there as well. First he tried to move his arm up to place a hand over his eyes. Nothing happens. Is he numb still? So he slowly opened his tightly held shut eyes. All of his vision blurred and he waited for it to clear. Disturbingly it doesn't quite or at least it doesn't feel like it. His head lulled to the side to glance down at himself. Bound tightly and his eyes widen some at the fact that he can only feel the thin material of the sheet clinging to his form. Another groan that ends off more as a grunt as he futilely tried to pull against his wrists, he realized from the pressure against his body that is not the only thing bound. In fact he's rather securely tied to this...is this a table of some sort. His head lulled to the other side and caught sight of the IV in his arm. Oh Mohinder. Didn't you learn last time how this is going to end?* Ugh....Mohinder? LorenMorgenstern (10:49:33 PM):*The doctor stands to the side of the bed, near the head, just a few paces off. He's just pushed back from a chair at the desk he uses for his microscope, cultures, and mixing various chemicals. He has just finished preparing a few vials, and the timing of Sylar's waking could not be more perfect.* I must say, I am surprised. Did you believe I would really accept such demented relationship? Does your arrogance truly know no bounds that you imagined I could still see you as anything like 'Zane'? *His tone is cold and level, though the moans of discomfort excite him, and Sylar may be able to detect that yet with his hearing. His abilities are not yet stripped away, though his control over them has been dampened severely by the drugs Mohinder has access to. 'Haitian Pills' and all of that. A temporary fix for now, which soon Mohinder will render quite permanent.* Zachluvsstripes (11:07:44 PM):*He's not affected that Mohinder is disappointed with his prior proposal. He hadn't expected him to actually accept it without a good fight. As he blinked a few more times and the hazy cloud parted slightly more to fully take in the situation the....planning that must have gone into it, he's somewhat amused if anything. He wanted a fight from Mohinder, apparently he wants to do thing the hard way. It's no matter, he's seen this movie before and he knows exactly how it ends. His hand opened, fingers flicked out as he attempts to focus, just break open one strap that's it. But nothing happens. He can barely even keep his eyes open to stare long enough as he attempted something like concentration* I'm somewhat impressed with .... *he knits his brow together, even just speaking is something that required more effort than it should* with you Mohinder. But this? It's all rather unnecessary isn't it? You should know...you should know that fate is going to smile on me again and you are going to wish that you had just died on one of your little assignments when I deci....decide I'm through with you. *Lazily his eyes rolled over to try and look up at the man as he moved over from the desk. Where was he...the room looked familliar but there was no hope in placing it right now* LorenMorgenstern (11:23:01 PM):It's entirely possible that you could eventually gain the upperhand again, I have considered that... You're very resourceful, so I'm going to carefully keep that in mind and do my best to keep those situations where you might from occurring... You're also very conceited, and have let your own perceived superiority go to your head. You're going to find that puts you at a great disadvantage though. I'm no longer the weak, naive man you once knew. *He takes another syringe from its plastic sheath and draws the contents of the first vial into it. He could inject into the port of the IV drip, but he wants to do this directly, wants the killer to feel the bite of steril, stainless steel in his flesh. He chooses a large vein in the killer's lower arm, and slides the needle accurately, but not exactly carefully, beneath the skin.*
Zachluvsstripes (11:31:08 PM):*He snarled sharply as he gasped out his flesh torn into in a manner most unbecoming of a medically trained professional. No this was personal. The contents plunged into his veins as he makes eye contact with Mohinder the best he can during the act.* So what exactly is this? Keeping me alive so that you of all people can kill me? Hmm...make sure that your so-called justice has been served? *There is no smirk to chase the remark. His heart is beating somewhat quickly this all seemed very different from the ways in which Mohinder had attacked him or tried to incapacitate him in the past. He seemed to be doinig this smartly for once for one thing. Another attempt to use telekinesis, to spark a radioactive glow from his fingertips but the only thing he really can access is his hearing. That even tunes in and out as he watched Mohinder work.*
LorenMorgenstern (11:38:02 PM):This isn't fatal... *The doctor answers matter-of-factly as he empties the contents of the canister into the American's system.* Not usually. There is always the possibility you could have an adverse reaction, but Azathioprine and Thymoglobuline are merely immunosuppressants. The polyclonal antibodies will probably result in some nasty side effects, eventually, but... *Mohinder shrugged nonchalantly.* You'll most definitely live.
Zachluvsstripes (11:47:47 PM):*This wasn't making any sense. What the Hell was he talking about...immunosuppressants. Suppressants. He was going to do what his employers had before...he was going to take them from him again. His long worked for and earned abilities* So...you're going to keep me suppressed and call the Company on me? How loyal of you. *the slightest taunt in his voice at the last statement though his throat is really dry and rough giving everything he says an edge to it when his voice doesn't drop out entirely.*
LorenMorgenstern (11:52:42 PM):*Mohinder cannot help his smile. The medication in his system is obviously already blocking his access to that perfect memory culled from Charlene Andrews back in Texas. Oh, yes, Mohinder knows a great deal more about Sylar's capabilities now, done his homework on each victim, discovering what their expressed trait might be. The Company afforded him the sort of detailed files from which he could extrapolate diagnoses even when interviewing the subject themselves was no longer possible. IF Sylar had all his accumulated knowledge at his figurative fingertips, he would have realized the suppression of abilities had nothing to do with the autoimmune system of the human body... well, not nothing... but he hadn't gotten there yet.* Give you to the Company? So they can make some sort of fool mistake and let you slip through their fingers again? I think not. Mr. Bishop and his organization afford me a great deal of useful information and convenient toys, but they are not all that dissimilar from yourself. Sure of their superiority, not above exploiting those they find use in and doing away with those they don't, blinded by their own ambition. I'm merely taking the opportunity to gain some advantage from their recourses. *Sure that the full dose was administered he removes the needle and disposes of it, returning to the table to retrieve a second vial.* No, this is most definitely between ourselves. Zachluvsstripes (12:08:25 AM):*Though the answer is most likely so painfully obvious he just can't wrap his mind around this at all. So if he's not killing him, and he's not turning him in...what the Hell is going on?* An..interesting assessment. *his words slightly slurred still god that is irksome to hear himeslf sound so weak* So what exactly is this, anyway. *He tried to pull against his straps again if only out of some physical impulsive habit to do so. It felt like his heart jumped and started racing but he's not entirely sure if that rapid thumping sound is just in his head. Not entirely sure that this is happening with how 'out of it' he feels* LorenMorgenstern (12:22:02 AM):A mobile hospital bed, a gurney really. I'm sure you realize your comfort is not my first priority so I'm not going to apologize for the mean accomodations. You're still in my apartment though, if you were wondering, an indistinct space that has been a den, a bedroom, an office, and now your... well, recovery room isn't really accurate. Hospice, perhaps? *Mohinder fills a second syringe and returns to the bed again. He holds the hypo poised between thumb and his first two fingers, brandishing it with perhaps a bit more gravity than the last, and when he runs the fingers of his free hand down Sylar's arm to find the vein again the carress is... intimate. He slides this new needle beneath the torn flesh with a gentle reverence, not even a full CC of liquid, as this is not a drug, and not much is required.* This is your new home, Gabriel.