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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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Feb. 2nd, 2010 12:21 pm (UTC)
"Ohhh, confidence! I like it," Gabriel followed her down, finding free space to tuck himself into. "And I believe it. Tash is pretty, but you're real, not just gorgeous in photoshoots, but living, breathing gorgeous."
Feb. 2nd, 2010 06:17 pm (UTC)
"Awww... how sweet." Claire grinned, reaching up to pet her fingers through Sylar's hair. "But you know it's true. I've got far more smarts than that broad will ever have in her lifetime. I've seen things." She nodded, knowing that he had also lived through more than anyone else they knew.
Feb. 5th, 2010 01:36 am (UTC)
"I'd say brains before beauty, but you've got both in spades, so there's no point," he chuckled and nuzzled her affectionately. "Mmmm, but what do you think about breakfast? We'll be dining in, today, I think, since you're not such a fan of my alter egos."
Feb. 5th, 2010 03:09 am (UTC)
"Mmm. Breakfast sounds good." Claire smiled, rubbing her tummy happily, her nails playfully grazing the man atop of her. "How about pancakes and fruit? I love anything sweet." She gave a wiggle and a grin. "I'm lucky I have regeneration or my teeth would have rotted out years ago with how much of a sugar craving I always have."
Feb. 6th, 2010 12:48 pm (UTC)
"Indeed, I thank you profusely for that. I'd have been in dentures at forty," Sylar agreed, heading in to the kitchen to whip up the requested breakfast. He cued up some Motown on the sound system as they went about preparing breakfast together, making the meal a joint effort this late morning-after-noon.
Feb. 6th, 2010 06:52 pm (UTC)
Claire bopped around, singing along to whatever was on the radio. Eventually some ridiculously old school 1970's music popped on and the blond couldn't have been more delighted. She danced around the kitchen singing 'Build Me Up, Buttercup' at the top of her lungs, laughing while grabbing Sylar every now and then to dance with him.
Feb. 12th, 2010 08:55 pm (UTC)
The song was ridiculously appropriate and could have been interpreted as very heavy in spite of its cheerful tune, but the brunette was so caught up in the levity of the dancing and Claire's bright, beautiful face that he danced like a complete fool with her, hips gyrating and bare feet shuffling back and forth, hands occasionally tossed up over his head. Just a pure expression of joy. The issues with Kreiger were completely forgotten for a few brief moments as sweet music and the aroma of warm syrup filled the air.

It lasted almost until the end of the song. The pair were still caught up in silly happiness when the front door burst open, open gas canisters chucked through, already pouring gas to eat up the oxygen and put the pair inside in as much excruciating pain as humanly possible, the men in full swat-gear and gas masks behind the assault trying to take the immortals down as quickly as possible so they could incapacitate the more dangerous of the pair.
Feb. 12th, 2010 09:13 pm (UTC)
"SYLAR!" Claire bellowed, panicking in the darkness, her lungs pushing out the gas that they had inhaled, healing and burning at the same time. It was so painful and the blond had forgotten how much pain there could actually be. She pushed through it, as hard as she could, her body wanting to just shut down. Her eyes even lolled a bit and she staggered, just missing the grab from one of the SWAT members.

Another officer clocked her clear across the face with a weapon of some kind, the blow doing some straight damage to her beautiful face, the slice healing quickly. But these weapons seemed to be charged with some sort of electronic pulse, causing the girl to collapse and convulse on the floor just long enough to be scooped up and cuffed.

Feb. 12th, 2010 09:32 pm (UTC)
He was hacking and coughing along with her, eyes pouring tears from the stinging chemicals, heart hammering and head swimming slightly from the lack of oxygen. The weird thing was he didn't need it, but his brain and his lungs had never quite figured this out instinctively. He had to think his way through it, and the first couple shots from the electromag rods didn't give him much of a chance for that.

Of course, HE was personally electromagnetic, so it really took only two or three shocks for him to start absorbing the energy and then begin to project it. Lying on the kitchen floor, blue light began snapping through the acrid air, burning the gas molecules and making an even worse stench. Long blue tendrils began lancing out, connecting with any and all metal surfaces, any prominent objects, anything that would act as a lightning rod and conduct.

The men in the retrieval team began screaming in pain and crumpling to the floor, but muffled as they were by their masks Gabriel's voice could certainly be heard above them. "CLAIRE!!!"
Feb. 13th, 2010 12:34 am (UTC)
"GABRImmmMMPHHH!" She couldn't finish his name because the men who had her were already masking her, feeding the same drugs into her system as before. Claire could feel a wave of panic spread through her as the narcotics began forcing her conscious mind into darkness. She continued to scream, not really doing much good because it was just helping her absorb the drugs faster.

"We've got one! Take the other hostile down!" The SWAT leader hollered. "Move, move, move!"
Feb. 13th, 2010 11:02 am (UTC)
"Aurgh!!! S-sir!!!" one of the men tried to plead as he was electrocuted by the brunette's own energy traveling up the length of his weapon and into his body.

The team leader recognized the peril and did his damnedest to get Claire out as quickly as possible. If they could at least get one of their targets out, the mission could be called fairly successful. As it was, the whole scene was becoming something of a blood bath, without the blood.

The men closest to Gabriel, their bodies were cooked in their suits. Those further out were hesitant to move in and take their places, but even trying to stand on the periphery, they were bound to draw the Intuitive's wrath. This wasn't revenge, though, this was survival. Gabriel was taking these men down to keep not just himself, but Claire safe.

As soon as he could begin to pull himself to his feet he began fighting through the muddled feelings to find his next targets. lashing out and throwing the second wave into walls and appliances, grasping toward Claire so that the men who dragged her now felt as though the petite young woman weighed a ton. There was no way in a cold dark hell Gabriel was giving her up.
Feb. 13th, 2010 01:31 pm (UTC)
Claire was screaming, but her body was slowly giving up, her voice breaking further and further as this event continued. She could feel weight on her body before her eyes finally rolled into the back of her head. The SWAT members were scrambling, trying their hardest to get the girl out and away as quickly as they could, fear in their hearts as some of them recognized the brunette's name from the history books.
Feb. 14th, 2010 02:30 am (UTC)
As well they should. In the war, Gabriel Sylar had been part of no army, no party, no alliance, but he had wreaked havoc on a massive scale while the tides still seemed in favor of the evolved. Once it became clear it was a lost cause he had disappeared, but now he was about to give a demonstration on just the sort of pain Shenoy could expect if they continued to harass him.

Like a demented, lethal mime, he motioned and things happened. A man's head exploded inside his helmet and just dropped off, ooze pouring out and body dropping like a sack. Another was cut by unseen blades, cleaved fully in half. Really it was just the shock that did that one in quickly. Man after man lost his life in some twisted fashion directly from the darkest imaginings of the malevolent Sylar.

Only one was left living. Spine severed in ways even Shenoy couldn't repair without help of an immortal, but he was still very much alive and conscious, left as a witness.

Gabriel ignored his panting screams and just moved to Claire, unbagging her, pulling the tube from her nose to rouse her quickly. With this unit out of touch, Shenoy would send more, try to overwhelm the Intuitive again. "C'mon, Claire. We have to run now."
Feb. 14th, 2010 03:56 am (UTC)
It took a moment, but eventually Claire linked to life, a small frown on her face. Her brows creased and she looked around at the bloody mess that surrounded her.

"Fuck." She said, her voice crackling as her healing was finally able to come in and repair all of the damage from the gas and her screaming. She stood quickly, needing no instruction other than "run."

Her movements were too fast and calculated to be guessing. She had clearly had to do this before. Many times. She was in the bedroom, her bloody footprints smearing over the hardwood floors as she quickly packed bags. She was not going to be caught in a spot because she didn't look right. She even packed a bag for the brunette, only the necessities making it into each of their 'travel kits.'

"Let's go." Claire's voice was like ice, all of the warm and happy inflection gone. She had been violated again. "We have someone to see before we go."
Feb. 14th, 2010 04:12 am (UTC)
He followed her lead, very familiar with running, too. He had done enough of it, from the Company, during the war. He just went on autopilot at times like these, killing and maiming anyone who stood in his way, no matter how weary of death he'd become, protecting anything dear to him. Usually there wasn't much of that, but now he had Claire.
Feb. 14th, 2010 04:36 am (UTC)
She was out the door and heading up to the elevator in a flash. "What floor does Kreiger live on?" Claire asked, her voice still very frigid.
Feb. 15th, 2010 05:24 am (UTC)
"Top. Penthouse, naturally," Gabriel followed, aware the man was in deep shit, not at all ignorant about why this had come about. It was his own goddamn fault, really, for throwing that punch, but Kreiger was the one who'd taken it to a level where that footage was looked at by police. Now his carefully built world was crumbling around them, which meant running, and starting all over again.

The elevator took them straight to the top, even though it should have taken a passcode to get them there. The thing let out directly into Kreiger's hallway and the door was off its hinges only a moment later, just an offhand gesture from Gabriel making all the security in the world a moot point.
Feb. 15th, 2010 05:29 am (UTC)
The man was panicked and began to run, but Claire was on him in a heartbeat, taking the poker from the fireplace by the door and whacking Kreiger at the knees.

"Fuck you, you fucking bastard!" She glared at him, stepping on the now broken knee. "I'll give you a reason to go to the cops you whiny little weasel!"
Feb. 15th, 2010 06:00 am (UTC)
Kreiger screamed, in pain, scared out of his mind, and not understanding for a moment why things had suddenly gotten so desperate. "AAAAGG! STOP! PLEASE, LET ME GO!!!"

Gabriel loomed in the door, letting Claire have him. There was enough blood downstairs, and some of it was still spattered and misted over him.
Feb. 15th, 2010 06:04 am (UTC)
"Let you go!? You fucking ruined us, you spoiled brat!" She yelled, flipping the screaming man and taking the poker to his stomach, not really plunging it in, just pressing. "You sent the cops after me! I finally figured out a way to stay hidden and you fuck it all up!" Claire was devastated. It would take years for this to blow over. Years of hiding and years of saying off a very big radar. Tears even sprung up and slid down her slightly blood-spattered cheek. "My life is over, again..."
Feb. 15th, 2010 06:11 am (UTC)
Kreiger had his hands up in surrender now, the fact that his neighbors were not as they seemed now sinking in. "I didn't know..." he tried to plead. "I was just trying to annoy Alex..."

"Well, I'm definitely annoyed," Gabriel answered, stepping forward, further into visual range. By now Kreiger had wet himself, but the brunette ignored that, just putting his hands on Claire's shoulders.

"I know it's frustrating, but I'm going to take care of us," he reminded her, trying to soothe her fear. "I can hide us, safely."
Feb. 15th, 2010 06:26 am (UTC)
"We're not going to kill you." She seethed at the man below her, leaning back into the support Gabriel offered her. "But I will come back, maybe fifty years from now, when you least expect it. See how old and pathetic you've become. Maybe I won't e as angry then." Claire glared down at him.

"I wish I could show you, make you understand what you've done." How could a simple man like Kreiger understand? He couldn't. "If only you knew the pain they put us through. You want to know who I really am? My name is Claire Bennet. Daughter to Nathan Petrelli and this..." She ticked her head back. "Is Gabriel 'Sylar' Gray. Still want to annoy him?"

Claire was so broken and angry.
Feb. 15th, 2010 07:08 am (UTC)
Kreiger may have been an idiot, but he at least knew the name Sylar. If he hadn't it would have been like some one in the late 20th century not knowing the word "atom bomb". And once that kicked his brain onto that subject he knew who Claire Bennet was, too. "Oh, Jesus... You...? You're... Specials?!"

And not just any. It was clear the appropriate awe was dawning in the man's mind, bleeding into his expression. He'd lived in the same building with this man for five years and had entertained graphic thoughts of bedding his new blonde friend, but they were so far beyond him that he could barely conceive of it.
Feb. 15th, 2010 07:48 am (UTC)
"Let's go, Gabe." Claire frowned, turning to pull on the brunette's arm. "We're done here." And she meant that in so many different ways. She picked up the bag she had thrown upon entering and heaved it over her shoulder.

"I hope you rot in hell, Kreiger." She said coldly, knowing that they had already stayed too long.
Feb. 15th, 2010 08:08 am (UTC)
The man hardly heard her. He was just utterly stunned. The broken knee, the humiliation, if he lived through this it would all be worth it for the bragging rights that would come after. Who in their lifetime could say they had lived and faced off with Specials??

It was wise that he did not voice this, or he would have been nothing but a smear on the marble, but he did not, and was not. Gabriel just left with Claire, heading back down the same elevator they had come up in. "What do you want to bet they have every squad car in the neighborhood around the building right now, with more SWAT backup on the way?"
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