A Loss of Control
Title: A Loss of Control
Rating: We'll go R since thar be blood and the terrorizing of a teenage girl.
Word Count: 1,515
Characters: Sylar, Claire Bennet, a special guest and of course Mohinder Suresh.
Pairing: Mylar o' course
Summary: Continuing right where things left off in Unfinished Business, Sylar is trying to finally take the cheerleader's ability for his own and then get back to New York so he can see his old friend Suresh. Things may not go as planned...
A/N Luv toiluvbsbkevin and mabetini . Inspired by the events of the season three promos...I'm thinking the next part is just going to be one big Mylar pwp but we'll see how far things go. Part 3 of my ongoing series that began with One Missed Call and continued with Unfinished Business
Disclaimer: Tim Kring and NBC/Universal own them... I just like to dust them off and play with them as much as they like to play with each other sometimes XD
The man who should have died at Kirby Plaza but didn't. Who brutally murdered Claire's former best friend, Jackie Wilcox during their Homecoming game when he meant to kill Claire herself. Her body trembled but she was able to stand her ground as Sylar took a step toward her. He smirked at her reaction, how interesting that she was in many ways more special than any of his previous victims yet just as average. They all reacted in the exact same way when they were trapped before him.
Claire's body jerked to the left in an attempt to escape her kitchen. A silent motion of his hand and she found both of her feet firmly planted in place. As she struggled to fight the telekinetic grip on her body, Sylar brought his hand down...resulting in the upper-half of her body being bent forward. Unfortunately for Claire, this meant her face connected with the section of counter-top where the sink's edge met the smooth surface. A sharp cry of pain whimpered out as her face bruised up and her lip split wide open, spurting out blood onto the kitchen floor.
Her breathing quickened as Sylar strode forward, stopping when he was behind her left shoulder. Suddenly, he reached out and caught a fistful ofblonde hair. He used it to force the girl's face upward, to better look into his own. Sylar watched intently as the wounds on her face closed and then faded into nothing again. Slowly, he smiled down at her.
"Considering who your father works for... I had to make sure they didn't do to you what was done to me."
Of course he was referring to the Shanti virus and it's side effect of negating a person's ability. What a waste of a trip if he found the girl to be powerless only after slicing her skull. As Sylar proceeded with his little experiment, he didn't notice that he pinned the girl within arm's reach of a medium sized carving knife.
Claire wrapped her fingers around the handle as the man watched her wounds heal. She wasn't entirely sure what Sylar was getting at, but how dare he speak in such a way about the man she called 'dad' for the near entirety of her young life. The man who sacrificed his own life so that his family could be protected. She wouldn't let that sacrifice be in vain.
"My father has done nothing but try to protect me from freaks like you!"
A major character flaw of Sylar was his arrogance. When he had Claire by her hair, he dropped the full telekinetic hold. Allowing the girl to suddenly twist her upper body and swiftly plunge the blade deep within the killer's chest, narrowly missing his heart. Sylar stared in momentary disbelief at being stabbed in the chest...again. But to Claire's utter shock, he flung out his arm and sent her out into the living room, face-first into the back living room wall. After she was pinned firmly again, Sylar turned his attention back to his own body. A sharp gasp as he moved his arm to carefully hover his left hand near the knife as it protruded out of his chest. His right hand reached inside of his recently acquired jacket and fished around until his fingers grazed over the small glass vial within and a few additional objects.
"After I...UGGGHH!...After I saw Dr. Suresh and learned what this..."
He held up the vial, a crimson substance sloshed around within the container. The extra pieces he'd retrieved from his jacket were assembled and revealed to be the pieces of a syringe. All of the items were contained in the small box he took with him from Mohinder's lab. Sylar drew the contents of the vial into the syringe. After he tapped it a couple times to release any air, he removed his hand from its position next to the wound as he ceasedtelekinetically keeping the blood-flow from the injury at bay. Sylar quickly took the knife's handle and removed the sharp implement from his body.
"AAAUUGHHHH!"
Blood started to pour out, pooling around the entry wound and soaking into the fabric of his shirt while he shakily sought out a vein in his arm. Claire watched in confused horror as Sylar injected himself with the substance, emptying the syringe before tossing it aside. Sylar turned, holding his now torn shirt open a little so Claire could see the effects of her own blood when mixed with that of Mohinder Suresh. She started at the sight of his wound mending, blood sucking back into his body as newly generated skin covered up the disappearing gash.
"...h-how?!'
Sylar smirked and lifted the empty vial into the air. With a flick of his fingers, it levitated for a moment then shot across the room, shattering when it hit the wall not an inch away from Claire's face as she flinched helplessly.
"Just a...gift that I picked up in New York. I've carried it with me all this time just in case I needed. That is, before I could find the source again."
When Sylar swiped that box with his cure inside, there were two separate vials left even after Mohinder revived Maya. Sylar took the other vial and the extra syringe with him after seeing what even just a small amount could do when he healed himself in that Brooklyn alleyway. The man smiled and lifted his index finger up to align with her forehead. Claire squirmed and breathlessly pleaded with her attacker.
He started to trace an invisible line in the air in front of him, blood seeped out from deeply cut wounds as she screamed and choked out sobs as she felt her skull pierced into. All that power...he'd be nearly God-like...unstoppable...he--What was that crackling sound?
Only about a quarter of an inch along her skin, Sylar stopped the motion so he could listen. Claire was a shuddering wreck as her sobs increased. Sylar put that once pointed finger to his lips.
"Shhh...Did I miss one?"
He asked the question rhetorically as he listened to the crackling, sparking sound..
"No, I just got here."
A large, bright, blue flash filled the room as Sylar was hit with 50,000 volts. The force flung his body across the room as Sylar was knocked out cold. Elle Bishop learned her lesson the first time that when dealing with Sylar, unconscious and fast was the key. As soon as Sylar was down nothing kept Claire to the wall any longer as she slipped off to the floor. She huddled her legs in close to her body as she watched Elle take out her cell phone.
"Just can't seem to stay out of trouble, can you pep squad?"
Elle rolled her eyes some and let Noah know on the other end that his precious Claire-bear was safe before she called in for a clean-up crew.
A different sort of sound filled Sylar's ears two days later. An insistent buzzing. His consciousness attempted to restore itself but his eyelids felt as if they'd been weighted down. He groaned then stopped... feeling something obstructing his nostril. Sylar willed his eyes open further as he looked at his surroundings: gray concrete walls, too-bright florescent lights, and an I.V. stand that held the long tube deeply lodged past his nostril.
Slowly, he blinked eyes moving back and forth as it started to come together. But his mind was deep in a haze, it felt numbed as did the rest of his securely strapped-down body. He felt something softly...rustling his flat, un-styled hair. It took him a minute to register the blurry outline but the voice made the identity of the other presence in the room emphatically clear as the cultured accent spoke to him.
"It looks as if you kept your promise. You are back in New York, Sylar."
Sylar pulled harder against his restraints, attempting to telekinetically open them to no avail. The tube in his nose was also an agonizing annoyance he wished to be rid off as he lay there. He was so pumped full off sedatives and 'Haitian pills' that Mohinder remained quite out-of-focus. He could feel, however, the hand as it sifted through dark strands. Next it moved to graze the back of its knuckles over Sylar'sstubbled jaw.
"Now...I think perhaps it only appropriate that you receive the 'welcome home' you claim to deserve."
Caramel fingers slid over the drab cotton tank top then underneath it to run along soft chest hair and pale flesh. Sylar's heart-rate spiked as he realized that he awoke missing not just his powers but the thing those abilities represented: control. At this moment, as he teasingly dragged his hand along Sylar's stomach and down...Mohinder wasreceiving a small taste of the power that Sylar had displayed with both himself and Mohinder's own loved ones. As he looked upon the bound and helpless form of the man who had simultaneously fractured and completed his life...that small taste was making Suresh hungry for more.
Rating: We'll go R since thar be blood and the terrorizing of a teenage girl.
Word Count: 1,515
Characters: Sylar, Claire Bennet, a special guest and of course Mohinder Suresh.
Pairing: Mylar o' course
Summary: Continuing right where things left off in Unfinished Business, Sylar is trying to finally take the cheerleader's ability for his own and then get back to New York so he can see his old friend Suresh. Things may not go as planned...
A/N Luv toiluvbsbkevin and mabetini . Inspired by the events of the season three promos...I'm thinking the next part is just going to be one big Mylar pwp but we'll see how far things go. Part 3 of my ongoing series that began with One Missed Call and continued with Unfinished Business
Disclaimer: Tim Kring and NBC/Universal own them... I just like to dust them off and play with them as much as they like to play with each other sometimes XD
The man who should have died at Kirby Plaza but didn't. Who brutally murdered Claire's former best friend, Jackie Wilcox during their Homecoming game when he meant to kill Claire herself. Her body trembled but she was able to stand her ground as Sylar took a step toward her. He smirked at her reaction, how interesting that she was in many ways more special than any of his previous victims yet just as average. They all reacted in the exact same way when they were trapped before him.
Claire's body jerked to the left in an attempt to escape her kitchen. A silent motion of his hand and she found both of her feet firmly planted in place. As she struggled to fight the telekinetic grip on her body, Sylar brought his hand down...resulting in the upper-half of her body being bent forward. Unfortunately for Claire, this meant her face connected with the section of counter-top where the sink's edge met the smooth surface. A sharp cry of pain whimpered out as her face bruised up and her lip split wide open, spurting out blood onto the kitchen floor.
Her breathing quickened as Sylar strode forward, stopping when he was behind her left shoulder. Suddenly, he reached out and caught a fistful ofblonde hair. He used it to force the girl's face upward, to better look into his own. Sylar watched intently as the wounds on her face closed and then faded into nothing again. Slowly, he smiled down at her.
"Considering who your father works for... I had to make sure they didn't do to you what was done to me."
Of course he was referring to the Shanti virus and it's side effect of negating a person's ability. What a waste of a trip if he found the girl to be powerless only after slicing her skull. As Sylar proceeded with his little experiment, he didn't notice that he pinned the girl within arm's reach of a medium sized carving knife.
Claire wrapped her fingers around the handle as the man watched her wounds heal. She wasn't entirely sure what Sylar was getting at, but how dare he speak in such a way about the man she called 'dad' for the near entirety of her young life. The man who sacrificed his own life so that his family could be protected. She wouldn't let that sacrifice be in vain.
"My father has done nothing but try to protect me from freaks like you!"
A major character flaw of Sylar was his arrogance. When he had Claire by her hair, he dropped the full telekinetic hold. Allowing the girl to suddenly twist her upper body and swiftly plunge the blade deep within the killer's chest, narrowly missing his heart. Sylar stared in momentary disbelief at being stabbed in the chest...again. But to Claire's utter shock, he flung out his arm and sent her out into the living room, face-first into the back living room wall. After she was pinned firmly again, Sylar turned his attention back to his own body. A sharp gasp as he moved his arm to carefully hover his left hand near the knife as it protruded out of his chest. His right hand reached inside of his recently acquired jacket and fished around until his fingers grazed over the small glass vial within and a few additional objects.
"After I...UGGGHH!...After I saw Dr. Suresh and learned what this..."
He held up the vial, a crimson substance sloshed around within the container. The extra pieces he'd retrieved from his jacket were assembled and revealed to be the pieces of a syringe. All of the items were contained in the small box he took with him from Mohinder's lab. Sylar drew the contents of the vial into the syringe. After he tapped it a couple times to release any air, he removed his hand from its position next to the wound as he ceasedtelekinetically keeping the blood-flow from the injury at bay. Sylar quickly took the knife's handle and removed the sharp implement from his body.
"AAAUUGHHHH!"
Blood started to pour out, pooling around the entry wound and soaking into the fabric of his shirt while he shakily sought out a vein in his arm. Claire watched in confused horror as Sylar injected himself with the substance, emptying the syringe before tossing it aside. Sylar turned, holding his now torn shirt open a little so Claire could see the effects of her own blood when mixed with that of Mohinder Suresh. She started at the sight of his wound mending, blood sucking back into his body as newly generated skin covered up the disappearing gash.
"...h-how?!'
Sylar smirked and lifted the empty vial into the air. With a flick of his fingers, it levitated for a moment then shot across the room, shattering when it hit the wall not an inch away from Claire's face as she flinched helplessly.
"Just a...gift that I picked up in New York. I've carried it with me all this time just in case I needed. That is, before I could find the source again."
When Sylar swiped that box with his cure inside, there were two separate vials left even after Mohinder revived Maya. Sylar took the other vial and the extra syringe with him after seeing what even just a small amount could do when he healed himself in that Brooklyn alleyway. The man smiled and lifted his index finger up to align with her forehead. Claire squirmed and breathlessly pleaded with her attacker.
He started to trace an invisible line in the air in front of him, blood seeped out from deeply cut wounds as she screamed and choked out sobs as she felt her skull pierced into. All that power...he'd be nearly God-like...unstoppable...he--What was that crackling sound?
Only about a quarter of an inch along her skin, Sylar stopped the motion so he could listen. Claire was a shuddering wreck as her sobs increased. Sylar put that once pointed finger to his lips.
"Shhh...Did I miss one?"
He asked the question rhetorically as he listened to the crackling, sparking sound..
"No, I just got here."
A large, bright, blue flash filled the room as Sylar was hit with 50,000 volts. The force flung his body across the room as Sylar was knocked out cold. Elle Bishop learned her lesson the first time that when dealing with Sylar, unconscious and fast was the key. As soon as Sylar was down nothing kept Claire to the wall any longer as she slipped off to the floor. She huddled her legs in close to her body as she watched Elle take out her cell phone.
"Just can't seem to stay out of trouble, can you pep squad?"
Elle rolled her eyes some and let Noah know on the other end that his precious Claire-bear was safe before she called in for a clean-up crew.
A different sort of sound filled Sylar's ears two days later. An insistent buzzing. His consciousness attempted to restore itself but his eyelids felt as if they'd been weighted down. He groaned then stopped... feeling something obstructing his nostril. Sylar willed his eyes open further as he looked at his surroundings: gray concrete walls, too-bright florescent lights, and an I.V. stand that held the long tube deeply lodged past his nostril.
Slowly, he blinked eyes moving back and forth as it started to come together. But his mind was deep in a haze, it felt numbed as did the rest of his securely strapped-down body. He felt something softly...rustling his flat, un-styled hair. It took him a minute to register the blurry outline but the voice made the identity of the other presence in the room emphatically clear as the cultured accent spoke to him.
"It looks as if you kept your promise. You are back in New York, Sylar."
Sylar pulled harder against his restraints, attempting to telekinetically open them to no avail. The tube in his nose was also an agonizing annoyance he wished to be rid off as he lay there. He was so pumped full off sedatives and 'Haitian pills' that Mohinder remained quite out-of-focus. He could feel, however, the hand as it sifted through dark strands. Next it moved to graze the back of its knuckles over Sylar'sstubbled jaw.
"Now...I think perhaps it only appropriate that you receive the 'welcome home' you claim to deserve."
Caramel fingers slid over the drab cotton tank top then underneath it to run along soft chest hair and pale flesh. Sylar's heart-rate spiked as he realized that he awoke missing not just his powers but the thing those abilities represented: control. At this moment, as he teasingly dragged his hand along Sylar's stomach and down...Mohinder wasreceiving a small taste of the power that Sylar had displayed with both himself and Mohinder's own loved ones. As he looked upon the bound and helpless form of the man who had simultaneously fractured and completed his life...that small taste was making Suresh hungry for more.