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[gray_atonement]

Who: Sylar, OPEN! (multiple threads).. Ten; Serena, Claire;
Where: Level 0
When/What: Ten puts Sylar in Level 0 for killing Shego; this is in the few days following
Warnings: None yet

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[tenthxdoctor]

Hollow footsteps could be heard as the Doctor walked down the hall to Sylar's cell. Stopping outside of it, he knocks.

"Are you awake?"

Of course, he knows he is. He can hear the difference in his breathing patterns.

[gray_atonement]

Sylar doesn't move from his position, though he is by no means entirely unmoving. His neck still twists slightly, his head cants, his eyebrows furrow. He offers his warden a glare, arms wrapped loosely around his knees.

"How long are you going to keep me down here?" His voice is chiding, almost teasing. It was the only way to keep himself from slipping into darkness right now.

[tenthxdoctor]

"I don't know," he answered. No longer was he the happy, fun, Doctor he introduced himself as. "They told me I could keep you here for seven days."

He shuffled his feet, adjusting his position.

"I'm not going to ask why you did it. I already know. Well, I assume the reasoning. She had power. You wanted it." He took a deep breath, "But that's not what I came here to talk about."

He paced outside his cell for a few moments, then stopped in front of it.

"I gave you my trust."

[gray_atonement]

He quirked an eyebrow when the man brushed so easily over the topic of the murder, curious and confused. It was not at all what he expected and it intrigued him. A hint of humanity beneath the even temperment.

Sylar laughed, letting his head roll back. Then he moved slowly to stand from the bed, staring at the Doctor evenly. Seven days wasn't acceptable. The killer watched his warden carefully, senses somehow more alert in his anticipation, knowing that this man had the power to restore him to his proper place.

"No. Let's be honest. You were busy, left me to take care of myself. It wasn't trust. It was greed."

[keepsonrunning]

Serena went down to Level 0 the moment she heard that Sylar was there. She didn't wait for an explanation, but she did catch something about someone dying. That didn't matter right now and she didn't want to hear the story from someone else, she wanted Sylar to tell her himself.

This was her first time on this level and she didn't like. She walked slowly, looking around warily until she spotted Sylar in his cell. She dashed over to the bars, curling her hands around them as she looked at him with concern. "Sylar?"

[gray_atonement]

Sylar rolled his eyes at the sound of his name, expecting someone like Elle to come torment him. It was all too easy to pick on the big bad killer when he was powerless behind bars and people seemed too fond of the option quite often. Upon seeing Serena, he froze. Well, that was a surprise.

The killer arched an eyebrow and stood from the bed, moving around toward the bars. His gaze glanced past the fellow inmate to Claire, then returned again to his.. ally? Friend? Whatever it was that Serena could be called. He ran a hand through his hair lethargically, trying to combat the mixture of anger and excitement that was flaring from Ten's visit to him and what the man had said. Sylar had always prided himself on being impervious to such lies, yet here he was actually trying to believe someone.

"What are you doing here?" He asked quietly, tone enveloped both in accusation and delight.

[keepsonrunning]

Serena's hands tightened around the bars. As he moved closer, she really wanted to reach her arm through to take a hold of his hand or his wrist or even his shirt. Anything that was him and that she could hold on to.

But after the way he was irritated from the hug, she thought it would be best not to do that. Not here anyway. That wouldn't be the last time she hugged him, that's for sure.

Her hands continued to tighten until her knuckles started to turn white. Her eyes were glazed over a little because she didn't like him down here. At times, Serena would get very sensitive, and this was one of those times.

"I came to see you," She matched his quiet tone, her voice filled with concern, "What happened?"