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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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Jan. 4th, 2010 08:20 am (UTC)
"What I don't understand is why?" Claire finally spoke up, stepping more into view. Her first words to the woman weren't direct, now she was actively engaging this... Gwen person.

"Why would you sell out someone who cared for you?" As she asked her questions, she got slowly more upset, eyes darkening with a think gloss of angry moisture. "Someone who did you no wrong other than be themselves? How much blood-money did they pay you?"
Jan. 4th, 2010 08:35 am (UTC)
"Please..." Tears had sprung in the woman's eyes and the tip of her pointed nose had turned bright red, her wide nostrils flaring. "Please, don't hurt me..." She slid down the jamb a bit, losing height. She looked every bit the deer in front of a stalking panther, insensate with terror.

"Ah, Jesus!" Sylar, snarled and snapped his hand shut, dousing the electricity. "Spineless bitch!" he railed, knowing she wouldn't even approach coherent while he loomed so deadly.
Jan. 4th, 2010 08:45 am (UTC)
Claire flushed with anger, her cheeks turning pink. "How dare you beg forgiveness?!" She shouted, the fire visible behind her wet eyes. "Don't you think that instead of begging, you should be apologizing, you horrid woman!"

It was obvious now that Claire took this situation a little too close to heart. Not only was she now ferociously protective of Sylar, she was bullshit that he was sold out to possibly suffer the same fate she had endured for two years.
Jan. 4th, 2010 08:56 am (UTC)
"M-me? Apologise?!" the woman demanded as she recovered some of her faculties. "You LIED to me! You came in here like some shy white knight, but you... You're a mutant freak..." The disgust was evident.

Sylar flinched, and his gaze boiled.

Gwen shot a suspicious, sopping look at Claire. "Are you one, too?"
Jan. 4th, 2010 09:00 am (UTC)
"You horrid bitch!" Sylar probably couldn't have stopped her if he tried. Claire was over the display case that divided her and the woman and she was upon her in seconds. Tiny hands around a bony neck, the blond gripped Gwen harshly. "How dare you! Do you know what they do to people in that prison!? DO YOU!?"
Jan. 4th, 2010 11:13 am (UTC)
Sylar was very capable of stopping Claire, but didn't, not at first. He let Gwen choke a moment, let Claire have her rage, before intervening. He stepped in as Gwen's eyes began to roll white, gently but firmly prying Claire back with hands if he could, and his mind if necessary. He enveloped her from behind, large hands around her slim wrists, folding both their arms across her stomach as he drew her against his abdomen.

"Claire," it was incredible that he had to be the one showing restraint, preventing a woman's windpipe from being crushed in a moment of empassioned hatred. "Enough. For your sake, not hers."
Jan. 4th, 2010 05:08 pm (UTC)
"She called you a freak!" Claire fought against him, having no where near the strength to take him. "She betrayed you! Sold her soul so that you could be tortured! She deserves to feel pain like we feel! She deserves it!" The blond was piping with rage, struggling hard against Sylar to get free.
Jan. 5th, 2010 12:18 am (UTC)
"That may be, but she can't come back from it," Sylar reasoned, keeping Claire away from the coughing shopkeep. "And they don't know any better. We lost the war, and the victors write history. They made us monsters in the minds of their children and grandchildren and no one is left to say otherwise. It's sad, and pathetic that she can't think for herself beyond that twisted learning, but that's why we lie and hide." The brunette reminded.
Jan. 5th, 2010 12:43 am (UTC)
"Bitch!" Claire spit at the woman, her rage subsiding a bit to hear reason from Sylar. She gripped the arms that enveloped her and she leaned into his torso. "It's a pity we can't make her feel the segregation, the fear and pain of people hating you just for being alive." She glared hatefully at the woman, unable to contain her hatred.

Jan. 5th, 2010 05:31 am (UTC)
"Actually..." Sylar murmured softly, "I think I can. I've had a lot of time alone with my abilities, they've changed and grown. If you'll consent to let me see what Shenoy did to you, I can show her, too." His voice was like grave earth, fully of dark portent and slightly gravelly.

"No," Gwen objected, sharp and frightened. "You leave me the hell alone, both of you!"
Jan. 5th, 2010 05:53 am (UTC)
"Do it." Claire whispered, her hands gripping those holding her and her eyes glaring pure anger across the room. "Show her."
Jan. 5th, 2010 06:04 am (UTC)
Sylar closed his eyes to focus, then activated the psychometry.

It wasn't like telepathy. Telepathy gave you the thoughts, like words, and eventually one could progress to feelings and pictures, but this was tar more raw, more visceral. He didn't get the experiences from Claire's mind, they came from her body, her nerves and cells, intense, confused and nigh overwhelming. He would probably leave quickly fading bruises as he braced himself through the sudden absorbtion of more than two years of pure suffering. He knew things that had happened to her that the blonde didn't even know herself. Knew exactly how many times they'd harvested her heart, her liver, her skin and kidneys, even her striking green eyes.

He gasped as he broke away suddenly, wrapping his arms tight around himself now and standng apart as he processed all of it. It was a horror he'd imagined but hadn't taken the liberty to actually see, and it was crushing.
Jan. 5th, 2010 06:18 am (UTC)
Claire collapsed to her knees, hugging herself just like Sylar. She sobbed, her eyes closing so that the tears could spill down her cheeks.

"Show her... show her what they did to me..." She begged, now unable to look.
Jan. 5th, 2010 06:27 am (UTC)
It took a moment for him to gather himself but when he did the dark fire in his eyes fixed Gwen where she stood. Only her knees gave out on her, body sliding down the wall until she was on the ground, the brunette kneeling over her like some dark angel bereft of wings.

His hands reached out, grasped her head in them with the tips of his fingers on her temples, thumbs rested beneath her widely staring eyes. Then pull became push, and everything he'd absorbed from Claire came pouring out into Gwen. It flooded her mind and she gasped, preparing to scream before it all became too much and the sound died before it had even been made. Her body tensed, convulsed, and her eyes betlgan to stream tears.
Jan. 5th, 2010 06:41 am (UTC)
Claire opened her eyes for that. She watched the woman turn pale and watched her as those horrid and painful memories flooded through her body.

"Do you see?" The blond asked the woman. "Do you see what you would have sold him to? The life you promised him by giving him to Shenoy?" There was still a terrible darkness in Claire's voice. "How does it feel to know you were paid money soaked in the blood of so many of our kind?"
Jan. 5th, 2010 07:10 am (UTC)
Sylar took his hands away and Gwen started to sob, shaking, crying, covering her face with her trembling hands. The girl had only understood what shed done in the vaguest of terms: something unnatural would be shut away from humanity and used to benefit it, but now... Now she understood torture. Now she knew realy pain. " Oh, God, please forgive me..." Her voice was an anguished croak. "Please, make it stop..."
Jan. 5th, 2010 08:06 am (UTC)
"And he CARED FOR YOU!" Claire screamed, beginning to sob anew. I took a long while before she could even get up the control to look at Sylar.

"I want to go home." She whispered, pulling herself up to stand and walking over to wrap herself around one of his arms.
Jan. 5th, 2010 08:17 am (UTC)
Sylar imagined the woman would end up an obituary in the "paper" within the next few days, which saddened him somewhat, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything but tend to Claire. He turned away from his pleading, sobbing ex and stood with Claire, leading her back out without a second look back.

Hailing another cab, he guided her inside the vehicle, and as soon as the door had shut behind them, pulled her to him. He didn't think she'd find it forward, because it wasn't a comeon, and that was apparent enough with how damaged they both were. They needed comfort, each of them had opened a fresh hell of old wounds. Both of them needed a warm, trusting, and understanding embrace.
Jan. 5th, 2010 09:17 am (UTC)
And Claire took that comfort, her tears falling anew as his arms engulfed her again. She buried her face in his chest as her whole body shook with memories of fear, pain and sadness. The whole ride in the cab was spent with the two of them holding each other close, the blond utterly broken from the days events.

She thought she would be able to handle it.
Jan. 5th, 2010 09:47 am (UTC)
He hadn't expected the turn of events any more than she had. He was amazed it had not become a bloodbath, but it seemed his thirst was indeed still on the wane, and Claire hadn't quite slipped too far. He pet her hair and though he shed no visible tears he was as torn inside as she. She wept for both of them.

Once back to the building he continued to lend his support to bring up to the apartment, finally able to murmur encouraging words when they closed the portal behind them. "We're home now. It's okay..."
Jan. 5th, 2010 07:52 pm (UTC)
Claire continued to cling toe Sylar as she was led into the apartment. The events of the day had touched the little dark bits inside her and when those got stimulated, emotions were overwhelming.

"I just want to lie down." She sniffled against his arm.
Jan. 5th, 2010 08:03 pm (UTC)
"Okay," frankly Sylar did too. He planned on curling up on the couch with a pillow against his chest and just slipping away for as long as he could get away with. He led her to the bedroom and helped her sit so that she could lie down. "I'm so sorry, Claire," he told her softly, for everything she'd been put through, the events of today and the more than two years before.
Jan. 5th, 2010 08:08 pm (UTC)
As the blond sat down, she pulled the brunette with her, keeping contact with him the entire time. Before Sylar knew it, he would have a tiny sobbing form pulled up against him, hurting and too lonely to be let be.

"Please don't leave me alone." Those memories were still rattling around in her head, bouncing about as if they were fresh. She didn't want to be left to stew in that.
Jan. 5th, 2010 10:48 pm (UTC)
He was slightly surprised that she wasn't withdrawing entirely, but wasn't about to deny her anything. "Okay," he soothed and toed his shoes off, taking a moment to mentally gather the pillows behind them so they could lie out, slightly propped up and curled together.

"You're okay," he told her softly, petting chaste fingers through her hair. "You're safe, and cared for, and I'll make sure it stays that way. No one's going to hurt you any more." He mostly kept up the litany of reassurances just so she could hear the grey velvet murmur of his voice and the care and compassion in it, the stark opposite of Shenoy's cold cruelties.
Jan. 6th, 2010 01:15 am (UTC)
Claire whimpered softly and curled agaist him, sniffling against Sylar's chest. She needed the comfort and he did feel better with him there. "Stay with me." She said, a demand, not a question. She knew that the brunette wouldn't leave her if she told him to.
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