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The Sixth Extinction

Character(s): Gabriel "Sylar" Gray and Claire Bennet
Summary: Building 26 is never shut down. No one convinces the president that it's best to just drop the matter of evolved humans, and Danko is given cart blanche to deal with the super-powered threat as he sees fit. In the next century the Evolved are hunted to the brink of extinction, either out-right exterminated, or imprisoned and exploited for their ability. The number of specials used in this way grows fewer and fewer as time and mishaps progress, but one type is still coveted above all. Exterminating a regenerator is exceedingly difficult, anyway...
Status: In progress/PRIVATE

...all my foolish, fuckin' wishing...Collapse )

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i_can_fix_it
Jan. 2nd, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)
He looked aside at her, curious about the specifics of her vengeance. "Huh. Sounds like words of experience, but you lanced my head, not crashed a car. Who else has earned your wrath?"
invincibleblond
Jan. 2nd, 2010 07:20 am (UTC)
"Oh, it was a very long time ago." Claire clarified. "A boy I went to high school tried to rape me." She said this with such ease, it was like she was talking about someone stealing her pen. "So I did just that. I totaled his car."
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 2nd, 2010 07:52 am (UTC)
"I'm impressed," Sylar raised his eyebrows in admiration of her reaction. "And greatly aprove." There may have been a slight paternal note to that expression, more of that protective side showing through.

"I imagine you're surprised to hear that Gwen's still alive, but my anger lies with Shenoy. Gwen... That situation just grieves me. One hopes that they can trust those he's growing to hold dear, if discovered. But I suspect she discovered more. Not just what I am, but whom. If that's the case, well... It's just self-preservation then, isn't it?" At least he hoped that discovery of his violent history had motivated te betrayal. He honestly didn't know.

invincibleblond
Jan. 2nd, 2010 10:45 pm (UTC)
"I could still go punch her in her too skinny nose if you'd like." Claire grinned, taking a seat on a bench by the lake in the middle of the park. "Anyone who will put another human in Shenoy should be at least punched in the face."
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 3rd, 2010 01:42 am (UTC)
"You're oddly sweet," Sylar told her, moving to join her at a not-too-close-but-friendly distance. It was the sort of thong he had to actively guage, even still. He tried not to let it show though, and generally he was successful. No one expects a sociopath, especially a repentant one. "But I think assaulting her would just draw attention." He shook his head.

Then he scrunched his eyebrows. "I can't decide whether or not I hope whatever payment cleared. On one hand any money out of Shenoy's pocket is good. On the other I sort of want her spited in some way."
invincibleblond
Jan. 3rd, 2010 06:05 am (UTC)
"I'm sure we could think of something." Claire said with an air of deviance in her voice. "I really don't think she should be able to cash in on the torture of another person. Especially a man who cared for her." The blond frowned, her eyebrows creased, shaking her head. "No. She should understand that what she did was terrible."
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 3rd, 2010 06:18 am (UTC)
"You're really set on this," he smirked bewildered. She was being so sympathetic, even going so far as to toe the shadows with him and concoct a punishment for a woman she didn't even know. It made him smile slightly. "I don't think I'll be crashing her car... Actually avoiding anything that might tempt my homicidal tendencies is probably best."
invincibleblond
Jan. 3rd, 2010 07:12 am (UTC)
"Well, you helped me." She shrugged, smiling at an elderly couple that walked by. "And plus, don't you think that she deserves some form of kharma for what she did to you?" For Claire, this was obvious. She thought that Gwen should at least have a finger smashed in a door. Anything but to get away Scott free.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 3rd, 2010 07:37 am (UTC)
"My knee-jerk reaction is always to lash out, demand my pound of flesh, but if everyone I've ever wronged got their's from me, there'd be nothing left. After the war, I was alone and deeply angry, for a long time, until I thought I'd go so far out of my mind I wouldn't even know myself any more, or go catatonic, maybe. I took the risk of running back to humanity to save myself, and I knew I couldn't hoard the murder within me.

"I can't get rid of it, either, but I do what I can not to let it rule me. It has taken incredible discipline... But I can't say I wouldn't like to let her know she failed, and how evil her endeavor to sell my eternity was," he frowned into the distance.
invincibleblond
Jan. 3rd, 2010 08:51 am (UTC)
"I guess you're right." Claire frowned, not really understanding until she was reminded of Sylar's past. In the few weeks she'd been with him, she'd forgotton all of that. It seemed like shed just been staying with a friend. And when he fixed what she thought was her greatest flaw, the blond was practically ready to sing his praises on the highest mountain top.

"But I think you should at least give her a really good scare. Bitch." Or perhaps Claire still felt like singing.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 3rd, 2010 09:03 am (UTC)
Sylar laughed quietly at how adamant Claire was in this. "Alright. ...Why don't you come with me? You can make sure I don't get out of hand, or let her off too light." He winked.
invincibleblond
Jan. 3rd, 2010 09:07 am (UTC)
"Okay, but I can't be blamed if we leave her with a broken nose." Claire laughed, standing to follow Sylar to where the vile woman took up space.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 3rd, 2010 09:22 am (UTC)
"If Shenoy paid her, she can afford to fix it," he dismissed, mostly joking. He didn't plan to let it get that far, but God knew what could happen with the feisty, petit blonde invovled.

He lead the way from the park back to the street, calling them a cab rather than taking his car. He didn't want his plates anywhere near Gwen. The ride was brief, taking them from the island to the borroughs in traffic that moved at rapid, automated speeds. "These are the moments that I feel like some sort of vampire..."
invincibleblond
Jan. 3rd, 2010 05:35 pm (UTC)
"Well, if you're a vampire, so am I and I don't particularly like that thought." Claire smirked, pulling one leg up underneath her as they traveled. "I know we live forever, but vampires are dark, seductive creatures. Nothing like us. We wouldn't fit into the mythology as well."
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 4th, 2010 03:43 am (UTC)
"Oh? Wouldn't I?" slight emphasis on the pronoun and he leaned back in the seat, all long lines and dark clothing, an expression on his narrow, obtuse features that was steeped in mystery, death, and forbidden desires. It was totally affected in this moment, but he'd worn it authentically before, used it on Maya Herrera, Elle Bishop, Claire in her own time. Even Mohinder Suresh and Angela Petrelli had seen the seductive, feral darkness that lived, and now slept, at the brunette's core.
invincibleblond
Jan. 4th, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)
"Oh, hush, Lestat." Claire giggled, leaning in to bat the brunette on the arm. "You may come off as all dark and scary when you try, but you are as cuddly as a teddy bear without any effort sometimes." She laughed.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 4th, 2010 04:46 am (UTC)
The look fled, replaced by a brighter grin as an idea struck that he thought utterly brilliant. "Oh, please say you'll pin-curl your hair and wear a period gown and go as Claudia to my Lestat or Louis for Tash's Halloween bash this year?? The irony would be epic."
invincibleblond
Jan. 4th, 2010 05:34 am (UTC)
"Ha! You've got a deal, sir!" Claire chuckled, staying close to the brunette. "I'll carry a doll that we can act all disturbing. Go as Louis, much more handsome." She grinned.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 4th, 2010 06:11 am (UTC)
"I wonder how long I can get my hair to grow by October? Or maybe just drop some cash on a temporary weave. If I can get a bit of length in the top the rest should blend," he rubbed his hand over the fuzz. He decided not to mention how romantic Louis and Claudia were supposed to be, lest it sour Claire on the thought. Her proximity at the moment and the possibilty she might pull away even now made him mindful. He just glanced out the window and nodded at the nieghborhood. "Almost there."

They pulled up before a small shop at the base of a tall residential building, quaintly antiquarian in the front and windows. There was furniture from many eras displayed in the windows, chairs artfully jumbled atop one another with the oldest at the bottom, but wiring from the ceiling revealed they barely bore any of each other's weight.

Parked out front, Sylar let the automatic cab idle, no cabbie to insist they disembark so he could find other fares.
invincibleblond
Jan. 4th, 2010 06:29 am (UTC)
"Oh, how lovely." Claire whispered, leaning over the brunette to look out the window at the shop. "I miss some of this stuff. I wonder if there are any..." But then she broke off. This was Gwen's shop.

"Never mind." Claire didn't want anything that that woman had to offer.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 4th, 2010 06:49 am (UTC)
"If you're nostalgic for anything, I'm sure I have other sources," Sylar nodded slightly toward the shop and its contents. He paid the fare, then opened the door to the cab and slid out, holding the portal for Claire to exit. When they entered the shop there was even an old fashion bell, rather than an electric chime, though no sign of the proprietor.

"One moment, please!" a clear, pleasant-in-a-customer-service-way voice called from the back room. "Feel free to browse!"

The shelves held ancient lap top and desk top computers, fine furniture from the early and mid 1900's on, toys claire would have been familiar with as a girl and cases of jewelry ranging from Forever 21 trinkets to Cartier diamonds. Security was discreet but top of the line. Alarms would sound if certain valuable items were disturbed. To modern men and women, this was all antique. To the pair in their own time this would have been a thrift shop at best.
invincibleblond
Jan. 4th, 2010 07:12 am (UTC)
But Claire certainly understood their value. She moved about the shop with wide-eyed wonder. There were things that she surely remembered from when she was younger, when she was normal...

Those were good times..
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 4th, 2010 07:31 am (UTC)
Sylar had done the same on his first visit here and watched Claire with interest as she explored the shop. It pleaseed him to see her enjoy these things as he did, the nostalgia and the love of simple objects from a forgotten and misunderstood time.

He was so distracted by her, in fact, the he didn't notice Gwen's arrival until the crash of a once and never to be used Chia Pet announced her appearance in the door. "A-a-Alex!!"

The girl was tall, probably approaching 6 feet and couldn't have weighed more than 130 pounds if that. She was dressed in a simple long sleeve silk blouse with a wide neckline showing off her sharp collarbone, and a cranberry wool skirt, A-line, knee length, and pleated at either hip. Her fine blond hair was pulled back in a pin-straight ponytail and she had cat-eye glasses with three rhinestone chips set in each corner perched on her straight, small nose. Pretty. And pale with terror.

Edited at 2010-01-04 07:42 am (UTC)
invincibleblond
Jan. 4th, 2010 07:49 am (UTC)
Claire watched the woman carefully. She immediately didn't think her as pretty as Sylar had described her. There was actually a little pang of anger in her heart as this woman turned white. How dare she stand there, all skinny and pale, afraid.

"You should be afraid." Claire whispered, soft and dark.
i_can_fix_it
Jan. 4th, 2010 08:11 am (UTC)
Yes, Gwen was plain and too skinny, but that hadn't really mattered at the time. She wasn't ugly either, and she both loved old things and had trouble connecting with people. Sylar had felt a kindred spirit, enough that she could get his outdated humor and indulge his nostalgia anyway. It wasn't until this moment that he found her sickly and frankly beneath him.

"Hi, Gwen," his voice was terse. Icy. Her eyes bounced between him and Claire, afraid and confused.

"H-how...?"

"If you know exactly what you sold to Shenoy I think you can figure that out," he explained, darkly. "If you don't know, exactly... Well. Allow me to illuminate," he opened one palm and electricity crackled to life there, bright blue-white and spitting.

Gwen shrieked a brief and somewhat quieter sound than the word implies, but a shriek no less, and plastered herself against the door jamb. Her hand flew to her mouth as the glow reflected in her perscriptionless lenses.
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