Dining on Ashes // Chapter Twenty Three
Title: Dining On Ashes
Chapter name: 23 // Lion's Den
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Sylar, OCs
Pairing(s): Sylar/OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After the events of Villains, Sylar finds himself working, yet again, for a company. Just when he thinks that things might be different, he is sent on an assignment. Killings, he can handle, robberies, no problem, but, when he's asked to protect a woman and bring her safely back to the Corporation, he might have met his match.
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Chapter Twenty Three // Lion's Den
“STOP!”
This time it was not Adrianna who spoke but someone else.
They held each other tightly, Sylar’s right hand held out and covered in sparks meant to fry who ever had spoken.
“Don’t,” the voice warned. “I know what is wrong with her.”
Sylar sneered.
“You fix her and then what, Timothy?”
Sighing, the shape stepped out of the shadows. Sylar had indeed been right; the man who had spoken was indeed Timothy. He was clothed in a dark sweater and some jeans, dressed much more casually than usual.
“I don’t want to hurt her.”
“That doesn’t explain why you want to help me.”
“She can make the world a better place. The Boss, he wants to use her, utilize her blood into a super weapon. But she has much more potential, she should be cared for and-”
“Could you shut up?” Adrianna asked, standing on wobbly legs.
“Careful, Jax.”
“No, Sylar. He’s just feeding us crap. Let’s just go.”
“You know as well as I do, Adrianna, that you cannot jump anymore. If you do, you’ll die. Your brains will liquefy, most likely leak out of your ears. You won’t be so pretty then, not when you’re dead.”
“He’s lying,” Adrianna said, desperate to get away. She wanted to get home, to see her family to…
Home?
Was there a home?
Was there a family?
Dead. All dead… all dead.
Her head throbbed, maybe having her brains leak out so her ears was not so unlikely after all.
“You’re bleeding.”
“Hmm?”
His hand was light, rubbing her earlobe. His fingers came away red.
“One more jump and she’s dead.”
They both turned to see Timothy crossing the road. Sylar’s hand rose, blue sparks covering his hand like a glove. Timothy stopped, foot hovering inches above the road.
“Adrianna take some of my energy.”
She did, but the flow was not so strong, more like a leaky faucet than a waterfall. And, even if her bruises healed, the pain in her head stayed the same.
“That won’t help. Nothing will help.”
“Why?”
Timothy let his foot drop and took another step before the blue sparks on Sylar’s hand crackled with renewed fervor.
“She’s doing this to herself.”
“I’m not-”
“Well, not you, exactly. But the people in your head.”
“I…”
“What are you talking about?” Sylar asked, looking from Adrianna to Timothy.
“She isn’t going crazy, if that’s what you are wondering. No, she isn’t imagining people. She just developed a new talent.”
“But, she didn’t get any new treatments.”
“She’s evolving on her own now, changing by herself. She doesn’t need the drugs, she doesn’t need the help, she doesn’t need time. Everything about her is accelerated. Soon, when she takes abilities, it will be forever. Just like you, minus the lobotomies.”
Sylar looked down at Adrianna. She looked petrified, she looked small. No one that small could cause harm, no one that kind could ever become like him.
She would not ply to the hunger, he had seen it before. She was strong. He repeated it like a mantra, hoping that, with recurrence, it would come true.
“And now, she absorbs people, souls, when she kills. Or maybe they are just memories. We don’t know, we could not test her once we saw this was happening, but I knew.”
“Your sister…”
“Yeah,” he said with a slight hesitation, a small tremble shaking his voice. “That was her power.”
“What happened to her?”
They both looked down to see Adrianna, still securely fastened in his arms. Her chin was raised defiantly and her lips were still parted.
“I don’t think-” Sylar started, only to be interrupted by Adrianna.
“I want to know!”
Timothy sighed, closing the gap so that he stood a foot away from them.
“She died.”
Now Adrianna could feel it, like a low heat, spreading out from Sylar and leaching to her every surface. It was his protection. He was hers. His to defend.
“Can I stop this?” Adrianna asked. Her voice was small, a gasp next to a hurricane, but she held her ground as best she could.
“You can touch people without killing them, so maybe.”
“But…”
“My sister never got the chance. She grew crazed and so weak that the others took over and tore her apart.”
“I’ve seen the file,” Sylar said, interrupting his speech and the gory details he knew would ensue.
“Have you?” Timothy said with a dry laugh. “You still have no idea. You can’t understand what she went through. Those are just words, just pictures. But, I was the one who cared for her, I was the one who found her body. I know.”
“That’s enough,” Sylar warned.
“No, it isn’t,” Adrianna said, looking up at him, “I need to know. This might happen to me. I need to know.”
“I won’t-” Sylar stared, voice sincere.
“Even your powers can’t stop this. You can heal the body, you can’t heal the mind,” Adrianna warned
He exhaled slowly, pain reaching his eyes. She felt her heart clench in her chest, almost forgetting Timothy’s presence and burying herself in his chest, staying there for eternity, or however long she could before her mind ripped itself to shreds.
“How can I stop this?” she asked, turning to face Timothy.
“Give them what they want.”
“Then what, they’ll go into the light like obedient ghosts?”
“That’s the plan.”
Sylar looked up suddenly, a familiar tingling at the base of his spine, faint but present. Was he lying? Adrianna shifted in his arms, twisting to that their hips were crushed together. It could be her…
“What do you gain from this?” Sylar asked, looking up at Timothy.
The man didn’t hesitate, either his words were prepared, carefully picked and studied to rise to the occasion, or his words were sincere.
“I wanted to save my sister. Now I might know how.”
No tingles. Not this time.
“Jump,” Adrianna instructed him.
He held on tighter and obeyed. They reassembled in the courtyard by the light of the electrical fireflies.
Sylar cast a quick glance about before disentangling himself.
“Better?”
She nodded but he noted how she ground her teeth together and how her eyes flashed when her head was no longer level.
“So now…”
“We kill him,” Sylar finished.
“Must be weird for you, to kill out of duty and not want.”
“I’ll be protecting you.”
“And is that what you want?”
He said nothing and nothing needed to be said. She walked over quickly, placing a chase kiss on his lips, no need for more, the meaning was there. It was enough.
“I’ve always wanted to kill that man,” Ad said with a smile.
He felt himself smile as well, watching as she turned and grabbed for his hand. Once more he broke into atoms before reassembling in the hallway were red lights pulsed above head.
He did not miss the quick swipe of her nose with the back of her hand. He saw the red mark on
her hand, dark and offensive, before she wiped it on her pants. He watched the mark bob up and down as she ran. He chased after her, whipping down corridors and passed cameras that swiveled to and fro in a frenzied search to find them.
She stopped next to a nook, pulling him towards her by the material of his shirt. Their bodies crashed together like two tidal waves. Hands were everywhere, searching, holding, exploring, claiming. The kiss was a promise just as it was possible goodbye.
He could not help but think that this might be their last; in fact, the odds were stacked heavily against their survival. And, just like the eve before the final battle, this was their last chance to say goodbye, to appreciate each other.
She broke away, hands tangled in his hair, head resting on his slowly heaving chest.
“I love you,” she whispered into his chest.
He felt his heart quicken, his breath hitch, and he knew she had felt his bodily response just as surely as he had. But she gave no sign, just as he gave no sign that he had heard her.
Still he felt the words hanging onto his lips asking to be let free. But he held them tightly, like his last treasured possessions, and when she stepped back into the hall, he put them away carefully.
Maybe someday. Someday soon. But not now. Not when they were simply something rushed, most likely said because he might never have to opportunity to say them again.
They needed to have purpose.
“You coming, slow poke?” she said with a smile, hair tousled and lips still swollen. She glowed with an inner light he did not think he had ever noticed.
¤ ¤ ¤
“There is movement in corridor A67.”
All heads snapped to the man who had spoken.
“Any guards in that area?” another asked.
“None that I am aware of.”
“Set the cameras on them.”
A few rapid keystrokes and he was obeyed, the screens quickly flashing blank before all showing the same image, Sylar walking next to Adriana, her hands resting lightly around his wrist.
Equals.
No one in the room could believe it, even if they had heard the rumors and seen the tape of the two of them running out of the storage cabinet, her clothes quickly thrown on and his held tightly in her hands. Psychologist had analyzed the footage only to confirm what everyone else knew, the sex had been voluntary.
And now it seemed to have meant more than simple bodily needs. There was meaning behind their kisses and their simple touches.
“Call the boss.”
“Already here.”
The three men turned to see the Boss flanked by two of his guards.
“It’s fine,” he told them, a smile on his face as he walked up to the screens, changing every so often to show their position from the best vantage point.
“How is it fine? It’s Sylar.”
The two other guards, hands still on the keys, looked up at the speaker, silently agreeing but keeping their opinions to themselves. Criticizing the Boss usually wielded horrendous results, so it was best to keep neutral.
“He’s walking into a trap,” the boss said, his delight could be heard through his words.
“But-”
One glance was enough to silence him.
¤ ¤ ¤
“Where do we go?”
“His office.”
“Do you think that’s safe?”
“Being in here isn’t safe. But it’s the only thing keeping you alive.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
He turned, glancing both ways before stopping.
“If it weren’t for me, you’d be halfway across the world right now,” Adrianna stated.
“If it weren’t for you I’d be sitting in my cell waiting for the next mission.”
“At least you wouldn’t be endangered.”
He rolled his eyes, meriting a small smile from Adrianna, despite the situation.
“To live life imprisoned…” she started.
“It isn’t life.”
“But some sick parody of it.”
“Don’t think that I’m doing this just for you,” he warned.
“That would be out of character. Not very ‘bad ass’ of you.”
“I have an image to maintain.”
She laughed, dragging him forward and kissing him quickly on the lips.
“No time for dilly dallying,” she said, tugging him forward by his hand.
Despite the playful attitude, the smiles and laughs, she felt the threat lying on her head, the danger closing in on them like the walls almost crunching the disgruntled heroes of Star Wars. She remained as collected as she could, laughing and kissing, nothing seemed more natural. But with every step she felt as if she was walking willingly into a trap.
“It’s quiet,” he said, his thoughts erupting from his mouth and matching hers.
“Too quiet…”
But he didn’t laugh, neither did she. It felt too dangerous to laugh. Even their words had been whispered and they had sounded harsh as they bounced off the slick white walls and mismatched green linoleum.
She shivered unconsciously and he set an arm on her elbow, heat radiating from his hand. She was about to say that she wasn’t cold, that it was simply a chill, a foreboding. But she knew he would not like the thought, that he would be all the more cautious and restricting, maybe even hiding her away so that she wouldn’t get caught in his legs. So she wouldn’t get hurt.
“What?”
“No need for a fire,” he said pulling away his hand and building a small ball of flames above his cupped hand.
“That’s new.”
“And handy.”
“Does it bother you? To kill,” she added after a questioning look.
“I do it to live.”
Words were not necessary when furrowed brows were enough to express her confusion but he kept his mouth sealed, corner looking as if it as ready to smile.
“Living what a nice concept.”
Adrianna jumped, the voice and words were not hers, just as they weren’t Sylar’s. She turned quickly, Sylar’s hands landing on her shoulders and pushing her backwards, as if he would prefer to place himself in the line of fire.
Forming a line extending from one wall of the hallways to the other, stood men with guns trained on her. The line, only four men wide, was about seven men deep, although she could not be sure of their exact numbers. Still, it didn’t take much intelligence to know she and Sylar were severely outnumbered. She felt a jolt of fear like a tidal wave crashing against a still body. Then she felt the wave of power rushing from Sylar to her. His intention was clear; she was to defend herself as best she could.
And he would be there to catch her if she fell.
They were no match for him.
Still, he turned his head sideways and, stealing one last glance, whispered “run”
And so she did, a little shove guiding her in the direction they had been heading, away from the wall of men. It didn’t take her long to notice that it was only her footsteps she heard running, he had stayed behind.
She skidded to a stop, turning to see him pulling darts out of his skin while apparently trying to kill the leader, a man frowning, as if concentrating.
She could feel his mental pull, urging her towards the battle, but she shook it off, he was too preoccupied with Sylar to even care about his little sidekick. She was an afterthought.
And he was a telepath.
She suddenly remembered the factory, the broken girl breaking him. The gun under his head.
She turned, trying to get back to him but she was frozen, as if someone had turned her to stone.
No, no, NO! she tried to scream but she couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe.
“Grab her and go before he sees us,” she heard a voice say from behind her.
She struggled and found she could move her pinky. A little more hard work and she managed to free her whole arm. Before the men had the chance to take two steps, she turned to face them, a smile on her face.
“Time to play?” she asked, lowering herself into a crouch before pouncing, grabbing the two stunned men by the neck. They hit the ground almost soundlessly, their dried up skin almost looking like jerky.
The two other men flanking the one who acted as if he was in charge, turned to run, but her bolts were quicker.
The fell on the floor, holes in their shirts were her electricity had landed. She could smell the cooked flesh from five feet away.
She turned to face the leader but he was gone. Panic flooded her senses and her heartbeat picked up speed.
The most dangerous enemy is the one you can’t see.
She spun around, almost making herself dizzy. Then suddenly everything went black. At first she had thought that she had passed out but it was worse.
Much worse.
Chapter name: 23 // Lion's Den
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Sylar, OCs
Pairing(s): Sylar/OC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After the events of Villains, Sylar finds himself working, yet again, for a company. Just when he thinks that things might be different, he is sent on an assignment. Killings, he can handle, robberies, no problem, but, when he's asked to protect a woman and bring her safely back to the Corporation, he might have met his match.
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Chapter Twenty Three // Lion's Den
“STOP!”
This time it was not Adrianna who spoke but someone else.
They held each other tightly, Sylar’s right hand held out and covered in sparks meant to fry who ever had spoken.
“Don’t,” the voice warned. “I know what is wrong with her.”
Sylar sneered.
“You fix her and then what, Timothy?”
Sighing, the shape stepped out of the shadows. Sylar had indeed been right; the man who had spoken was indeed Timothy. He was clothed in a dark sweater and some jeans, dressed much more casually than usual.
“I don’t want to hurt her.”
“That doesn’t explain why you want to help me.”
“She can make the world a better place. The Boss, he wants to use her, utilize her blood into a super weapon. But she has much more potential, she should be cared for and-”
“Could you shut up?” Adrianna asked, standing on wobbly legs.
“Careful, Jax.”
“No, Sylar. He’s just feeding us crap. Let’s just go.”
“You know as well as I do, Adrianna, that you cannot jump anymore. If you do, you’ll die. Your brains will liquefy, most likely leak out of your ears. You won’t be so pretty then, not when you’re dead.”
“He’s lying,” Adrianna said, desperate to get away. She wanted to get home, to see her family to…
Home?
Was there a home?
Was there a family?
Dead. All dead… all dead.
Her head throbbed, maybe having her brains leak out so her ears was not so unlikely after all.
“You’re bleeding.”
“Hmm?”
His hand was light, rubbing her earlobe. His fingers came away red.
“One more jump and she’s dead.”
They both turned to see Timothy crossing the road. Sylar’s hand rose, blue sparks covering his hand like a glove. Timothy stopped, foot hovering inches above the road.
“Adrianna take some of my energy.”
She did, but the flow was not so strong, more like a leaky faucet than a waterfall. And, even if her bruises healed, the pain in her head stayed the same.
“That won’t help. Nothing will help.”
“Why?”
Timothy let his foot drop and took another step before the blue sparks on Sylar’s hand crackled with renewed fervor.
“She’s doing this to herself.”
“I’m not-”
“Well, not you, exactly. But the people in your head.”
“I…”
“What are you talking about?” Sylar asked, looking from Adrianna to Timothy.
“She isn’t going crazy, if that’s what you are wondering. No, she isn’t imagining people. She just developed a new talent.”
“But, she didn’t get any new treatments.”
“She’s evolving on her own now, changing by herself. She doesn’t need the drugs, she doesn’t need the help, she doesn’t need time. Everything about her is accelerated. Soon, when she takes abilities, it will be forever. Just like you, minus the lobotomies.”
Sylar looked down at Adrianna. She looked petrified, she looked small. No one that small could cause harm, no one that kind could ever become like him.
She would not ply to the hunger, he had seen it before. She was strong. He repeated it like a mantra, hoping that, with recurrence, it would come true.
“And now, she absorbs people, souls, when she kills. Or maybe they are just memories. We don’t know, we could not test her once we saw this was happening, but I knew.”
“Your sister…”
“Yeah,” he said with a slight hesitation, a small tremble shaking his voice. “That was her power.”
“What happened to her?”
They both looked down to see Adrianna, still securely fastened in his arms. Her chin was raised defiantly and her lips were still parted.
“I don’t think-” Sylar started, only to be interrupted by Adrianna.
“I want to know!”
Timothy sighed, closing the gap so that he stood a foot away from them.
“She died.”
Now Adrianna could feel it, like a low heat, spreading out from Sylar and leaching to her every surface. It was his protection. He was hers. His to defend.
“Can I stop this?” Adrianna asked. Her voice was small, a gasp next to a hurricane, but she held her ground as best she could.
“You can touch people without killing them, so maybe.”
“But…”
“My sister never got the chance. She grew crazed and so weak that the others took over and tore her apart.”
“I’ve seen the file,” Sylar said, interrupting his speech and the gory details he knew would ensue.
“Have you?” Timothy said with a dry laugh. “You still have no idea. You can’t understand what she went through. Those are just words, just pictures. But, I was the one who cared for her, I was the one who found her body. I know.”
“That’s enough,” Sylar warned.
“No, it isn’t,” Adrianna said, looking up at him, “I need to know. This might happen to me. I need to know.”
“I won’t-” Sylar stared, voice sincere.
“Even your powers can’t stop this. You can heal the body, you can’t heal the mind,” Adrianna warned
He exhaled slowly, pain reaching his eyes. She felt her heart clench in her chest, almost forgetting Timothy’s presence and burying herself in his chest, staying there for eternity, or however long she could before her mind ripped itself to shreds.
“How can I stop this?” she asked, turning to face Timothy.
“Give them what they want.”
“Then what, they’ll go into the light like obedient ghosts?”
“That’s the plan.”
Sylar looked up suddenly, a familiar tingling at the base of his spine, faint but present. Was he lying? Adrianna shifted in his arms, twisting to that their hips were crushed together. It could be her…
“What do you gain from this?” Sylar asked, looking up at Timothy.
The man didn’t hesitate, either his words were prepared, carefully picked and studied to rise to the occasion, or his words were sincere.
“I wanted to save my sister. Now I might know how.”
No tingles. Not this time.
“Jump,” Adrianna instructed him.
He held on tighter and obeyed. They reassembled in the courtyard by the light of the electrical fireflies.
Sylar cast a quick glance about before disentangling himself.
“Better?”
She nodded but he noted how she ground her teeth together and how her eyes flashed when her head was no longer level.
“So now…”
“We kill him,” Sylar finished.
“Must be weird for you, to kill out of duty and not want.”
“I’ll be protecting you.”
“And is that what you want?”
He said nothing and nothing needed to be said. She walked over quickly, placing a chase kiss on his lips, no need for more, the meaning was there. It was enough.
“I’ve always wanted to kill that man,” Ad said with a smile.
He felt himself smile as well, watching as she turned and grabbed for his hand. Once more he broke into atoms before reassembling in the hallway were red lights pulsed above head.
He did not miss the quick swipe of her nose with the back of her hand. He saw the red mark on
her hand, dark and offensive, before she wiped it on her pants. He watched the mark bob up and down as she ran. He chased after her, whipping down corridors and passed cameras that swiveled to and fro in a frenzied search to find them.
She stopped next to a nook, pulling him towards her by the material of his shirt. Their bodies crashed together like two tidal waves. Hands were everywhere, searching, holding, exploring, claiming. The kiss was a promise just as it was possible goodbye.
He could not help but think that this might be their last; in fact, the odds were stacked heavily against their survival. And, just like the eve before the final battle, this was their last chance to say goodbye, to appreciate each other.
She broke away, hands tangled in his hair, head resting on his slowly heaving chest.
“I love you,” she whispered into his chest.
He felt his heart quicken, his breath hitch, and he knew she had felt his bodily response just as surely as he had. But she gave no sign, just as he gave no sign that he had heard her.
Still he felt the words hanging onto his lips asking to be let free. But he held them tightly, like his last treasured possessions, and when she stepped back into the hall, he put them away carefully.
Maybe someday. Someday soon. But not now. Not when they were simply something rushed, most likely said because he might never have to opportunity to say them again.
They needed to have purpose.
“You coming, slow poke?” she said with a smile, hair tousled and lips still swollen. She glowed with an inner light he did not think he had ever noticed.
¤ ¤ ¤
“There is movement in corridor A67.”
All heads snapped to the man who had spoken.
“Any guards in that area?” another asked.
“None that I am aware of.”
“Set the cameras on them.”
A few rapid keystrokes and he was obeyed, the screens quickly flashing blank before all showing the same image, Sylar walking next to Adriana, her hands resting lightly around his wrist.
Equals.
No one in the room could believe it, even if they had heard the rumors and seen the tape of the two of them running out of the storage cabinet, her clothes quickly thrown on and his held tightly in her hands. Psychologist had analyzed the footage only to confirm what everyone else knew, the sex had been voluntary.
And now it seemed to have meant more than simple bodily needs. There was meaning behind their kisses and their simple touches.
“Call the boss.”
“Already here.”
The three men turned to see the Boss flanked by two of his guards.
“It’s fine,” he told them, a smile on his face as he walked up to the screens, changing every so often to show their position from the best vantage point.
“How is it fine? It’s Sylar.”
The two other guards, hands still on the keys, looked up at the speaker, silently agreeing but keeping their opinions to themselves. Criticizing the Boss usually wielded horrendous results, so it was best to keep neutral.
“He’s walking into a trap,” the boss said, his delight could be heard through his words.
“But-”
One glance was enough to silence him.
¤ ¤ ¤
“Where do we go?”
“His office.”
“Do you think that’s safe?”
“Being in here isn’t safe. But it’s the only thing keeping you alive.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
He turned, glancing both ways before stopping.
“If it weren’t for me, you’d be halfway across the world right now,” Adrianna stated.
“If it weren’t for you I’d be sitting in my cell waiting for the next mission.”
“At least you wouldn’t be endangered.”
He rolled his eyes, meriting a small smile from Adrianna, despite the situation.
“To live life imprisoned…” she started.
“It isn’t life.”
“But some sick parody of it.”
“Don’t think that I’m doing this just for you,” he warned.
“That would be out of character. Not very ‘bad ass’ of you.”
“I have an image to maintain.”
She laughed, dragging him forward and kissing him quickly on the lips.
“No time for dilly dallying,” she said, tugging him forward by his hand.
Despite the playful attitude, the smiles and laughs, she felt the threat lying on her head, the danger closing in on them like the walls almost crunching the disgruntled heroes of Star Wars. She remained as collected as she could, laughing and kissing, nothing seemed more natural. But with every step she felt as if she was walking willingly into a trap.
“It’s quiet,” he said, his thoughts erupting from his mouth and matching hers.
“Too quiet…”
But he didn’t laugh, neither did she. It felt too dangerous to laugh. Even their words had been whispered and they had sounded harsh as they bounced off the slick white walls and mismatched green linoleum.
She shivered unconsciously and he set an arm on her elbow, heat radiating from his hand. She was about to say that she wasn’t cold, that it was simply a chill, a foreboding. But she knew he would not like the thought, that he would be all the more cautious and restricting, maybe even hiding her away so that she wouldn’t get caught in his legs. So she wouldn’t get hurt.
“What?”
“No need for a fire,” he said pulling away his hand and building a small ball of flames above his cupped hand.
“That’s new.”
“And handy.”
“Does it bother you? To kill,” she added after a questioning look.
“I do it to live.”
Words were not necessary when furrowed brows were enough to express her confusion but he kept his mouth sealed, corner looking as if it as ready to smile.
“Living what a nice concept.”
Adrianna jumped, the voice and words were not hers, just as they weren’t Sylar’s. She turned quickly, Sylar’s hands landing on her shoulders and pushing her backwards, as if he would prefer to place himself in the line of fire.
Forming a line extending from one wall of the hallways to the other, stood men with guns trained on her. The line, only four men wide, was about seven men deep, although she could not be sure of their exact numbers. Still, it didn’t take much intelligence to know she and Sylar were severely outnumbered. She felt a jolt of fear like a tidal wave crashing against a still body. Then she felt the wave of power rushing from Sylar to her. His intention was clear; she was to defend herself as best she could.
And he would be there to catch her if she fell.
They were no match for him.
Still, he turned his head sideways and, stealing one last glance, whispered “run”
And so she did, a little shove guiding her in the direction they had been heading, away from the wall of men. It didn’t take her long to notice that it was only her footsteps she heard running, he had stayed behind.
She skidded to a stop, turning to see him pulling darts out of his skin while apparently trying to kill the leader, a man frowning, as if concentrating.
She could feel his mental pull, urging her towards the battle, but she shook it off, he was too preoccupied with Sylar to even care about his little sidekick. She was an afterthought.
And he was a telepath.
She suddenly remembered the factory, the broken girl breaking him. The gun under his head.
She turned, trying to get back to him but she was frozen, as if someone had turned her to stone.
No, no, NO! she tried to scream but she couldn’t move, couldn’t even breathe.
“Grab her and go before he sees us,” she heard a voice say from behind her.
She struggled and found she could move her pinky. A little more hard work and she managed to free her whole arm. Before the men had the chance to take two steps, she turned to face them, a smile on her face.
“Time to play?” she asked, lowering herself into a crouch before pouncing, grabbing the two stunned men by the neck. They hit the ground almost soundlessly, their dried up skin almost looking like jerky.
The two other men flanking the one who acted as if he was in charge, turned to run, but her bolts were quicker.
The fell on the floor, holes in their shirts were her electricity had landed. She could smell the cooked flesh from five feet away.
She turned to face the leader but he was gone. Panic flooded her senses and her heartbeat picked up speed.
The most dangerous enemy is the one you can’t see.
She spun around, almost making herself dizzy. Then suddenly everything went black. At first she had thought that she had passed out but it was worse.
Much worse.