[Fic] Heroes - Argus 5/13
Title: Argus 5/13 - Mohinder Thinks About Me
Author: themaskedmckay
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: None
Words: 839
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me.
Warning: Character death & implied character death. But death isn't always as final as it might seem.
Spoilers: Up to the end of season three. The story takes place between seasons three and four.
Summary: Sylar the cockroach becomes Sylar the planarian when his cell regeneration ability evolves.
Author's Notes: A HUGE thank you to luckykitty for the beta! This story was inspired by "Tomie" by Junji Ito; if you like horror you must read his comics!
Argus Illustration
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Mohinder thinks about me
I flick the liquid in the large aquarium with my fingers and watch, endlessly fascinated, as the acid burns heal. The arm the other me cut off is lying at the bottom of the aquarium. The skin gently ripples as it burns and heals at nearly the same rate.
It had already grown a shoulder joint when we found it where it had been flung into the bedroom during the fight. Mohinder had suggested immersing the growing arm in acid to slow down regeneration and he'd been right; the arm is spending most of its energy repairing acid damage instead of growing more Sylar.
I'm a little disturbed at how quickly he had come up with this solution. Is that how he spends his sleepless nights; coming up with torturous ways to capture or kill me? I suppose I should be flattered I'm on his mind that much.
I'm not flattered he insisted I be the one who went out to steal the acid. I think he was hoping a duplicate would kill me en route. Not that he'd lack for company because my arm would have regenerated an inferior copy of me within a day or two.
"Stop playing with the acid." Mohinder is bent over a microscope with an intense look of concentration on his face. "And you might as well go find more if you're bored. This batch will lose efficiency over time."
I generously forgive him for treating me like a child; he's terrified and lashing out. I put the lid back on the aquarium and weigh it down with a pile of books. Mohinder insisted and it didn't take a telepath to understand he was worried about the arm trying to escape. This situation is so ridiculous.
"Well, was my theory correct?" Gabriel was good at waiting quietly and doing what he was told. I hated being Gabriel so I choose to ignore Mohinder's order.
Mohinder's face twists into a snarl. "Yes. Congratulations, you really are immortal now. As long as there are enough of your cells together you will be reborn."
He's smart but he tends to miss the most basic things. It comes from being more of a scientist than a philosopher. "No. Those other Sylars aren't me."
His eyes meet mine and the intensity of his stare makes me feel uncomfortable. I hate feeling uncomfortable. "The Sylar you killed," he nods towards the bathroom where we've stored the body. "He probably thought he was the original, too."
"But he wasn't. I am."
"What if you aren't?"
He must know the effect his words have on me. I have to be the original. I am Sylar! I know this like I know the back of my hand. My eyes are drawn to my newly regenerated arm. It is fully formed but skinny, it hasn't finished bulking up to match its former size. I stare at it and suddenly I'm not sure I do know the back of my hand.
"I saw your body burn, Sylar."
"No." I hate myself for how vulnerable I sound. "You saw a body burn. It looked like me but it wasn't me. It was a duplicate."
He looks at me with pity and I want to smash his face into a wall and listen to him scream for mercy; he's so stubborn he probably wouldn't. "I need to call someone," he suddenly says. A quick flick of my finger and the cell phone he was dialling flies from his hand to mine. I thumb through his address book and note that nearly every number is someone I have met before. Looks like all my old ‘friends’ are keeping in touch.
"You need to stop me from replicating, I say. Really, that should be his top priority. Philosophical questions of which Sylar came first can wait until we know how to stop more Sylars from being made.
“Of course.” he’s smooth when he wants to be. “But I think I could use input from another source and they might have run into more... duplicates.” Ah, he’s conceding that I may be the original after all. At the very least he’s trying not to upset me. If I were predisposed towards gambling I'd lay money down he'd be upsetting me anyways inside of five minutes; he's so antagonistic. “If anyone will have information on Sylar sightings it will be the new Company.” The Company has been rebuilt. Interesting. If it is Angela Petrelli and Noah Bennett running the new Company...
He holds his hand out to me and I hesitate for a moment, a very brief moment, before I slap his cell phone into the palm of his hand. I don’t like the Company being involved but they could be useful. At the very least they can help round up and exterminate all the duplicates; it'll be like a birthday present wrapped in Christmas for Bennett.
"Fine. But I can hear you, so no funny business."
He actually rolls his eyes at me! "Of course."
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[ All Parts to date]
On to part six
Author: themaskedmckay
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: None
Words: 839
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me.
Warning: Character death & implied character death. But death isn't always as final as it might seem.
Spoilers: Up to the end of season three. The story takes place between seasons three and four.
Summary: Sylar the cockroach becomes Sylar the planarian when his cell regeneration ability evolves.
Author's Notes: A HUGE thank you to luckykitty for the beta! This story was inspired by "Tomie" by Junji Ito; if you like horror you must read his comics!
Argus Illustration
[ All Parts to date]
Mohinder thinks about me
I flick the liquid in the large aquarium with my fingers and watch, endlessly fascinated, as the acid burns heal. The arm the other me cut off is lying at the bottom of the aquarium. The skin gently ripples as it burns and heals at nearly the same rate.
It had already grown a shoulder joint when we found it where it had been flung into the bedroom during the fight. Mohinder had suggested immersing the growing arm in acid to slow down regeneration and he'd been right; the arm is spending most of its energy repairing acid damage instead of growing more Sylar.
I'm a little disturbed at how quickly he had come up with this solution. Is that how he spends his sleepless nights; coming up with torturous ways to capture or kill me? I suppose I should be flattered I'm on his mind that much.
I'm not flattered he insisted I be the one who went out to steal the acid. I think he was hoping a duplicate would kill me en route. Not that he'd lack for company because my arm would have regenerated an inferior copy of me within a day or two.
"Stop playing with the acid." Mohinder is bent over a microscope with an intense look of concentration on his face. "And you might as well go find more if you're bored. This batch will lose efficiency over time."
I generously forgive him for treating me like a child; he's terrified and lashing out. I put the lid back on the aquarium and weigh it down with a pile of books. Mohinder insisted and it didn't take a telepath to understand he was worried about the arm trying to escape. This situation is so ridiculous.
"Well, was my theory correct?" Gabriel was good at waiting quietly and doing what he was told. I hated being Gabriel so I choose to ignore Mohinder's order.
Mohinder's face twists into a snarl. "Yes. Congratulations, you really are immortal now. As long as there are enough of your cells together you will be reborn."
He's smart but he tends to miss the most basic things. It comes from being more of a scientist than a philosopher. "No. Those other Sylars aren't me."
His eyes meet mine and the intensity of his stare makes me feel uncomfortable. I hate feeling uncomfortable. "The Sylar you killed," he nods towards the bathroom where we've stored the body. "He probably thought he was the original, too."
"But he wasn't. I am."
"What if you aren't?"
He must know the effect his words have on me. I have to be the original. I am Sylar! I know this like I know the back of my hand. My eyes are drawn to my newly regenerated arm. It is fully formed but skinny, it hasn't finished bulking up to match its former size. I stare at it and suddenly I'm not sure I do know the back of my hand.
"I saw your body burn, Sylar."
"No." I hate myself for how vulnerable I sound. "You saw a body burn. It looked like me but it wasn't me. It was a duplicate."
He looks at me with pity and I want to smash his face into a wall and listen to him scream for mercy; he's so stubborn he probably wouldn't. "I need to call someone," he suddenly says. A quick flick of my finger and the cell phone he was dialling flies from his hand to mine. I thumb through his address book and note that nearly every number is someone I have met before. Looks like all my old ‘friends’ are keeping in touch.
"You need to stop me from replicating, I say. Really, that should be his top priority. Philosophical questions of which Sylar came first can wait until we know how to stop more Sylars from being made.
“Of course.” he’s smooth when he wants to be. “But I think I could use input from another source and they might have run into more... duplicates.” Ah, he’s conceding that I may be the original after all. At the very least he’s trying not to upset me. If I were predisposed towards gambling I'd lay money down he'd be upsetting me anyways inside of five minutes; he's so antagonistic. “If anyone will have information on Sylar sightings it will be the new Company.” The Company has been rebuilt. Interesting. If it is Angela Petrelli and Noah Bennett running the new Company...
He holds his hand out to me and I hesitate for a moment, a very brief moment, before I slap his cell phone into the palm of his hand. I don’t like the Company being involved but they could be useful. At the very least they can help round up and exterminate all the duplicates; it'll be like a birthday present wrapped in Christmas for Bennett.
"Fine. But I can hear you, so no funny business."
He actually rolls his eyes at me! "Of course."
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[ All Parts to date]
On to part six