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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. 15th, 2010 08:54 am (UTC)
"Not a lot. I know that there out there, but they don't know any better." Claire shook her head, pulling her hair back on a ponytail. "We need to get out of the state now." They couldn't stay in New York. "We should head west. Get to the other side of the country."
Feb. 15th, 2010 09:04 am (UTC)
"Ah, west... I've never been much of a fan, so very dry, most of it," he sighed and rubbed at some of the blood drying and itching on his face. "But it's a small price, really. So, what do you think the best way out would be?" He'd only ever gone by his own tactics in all this: destroy all obstacles, make a clean get-away. He was curious what Claire's take would be.
Feb. 15th, 2010 09:09 am (UTC)
"You can be anybody. I, on the other hand, am stuck with this face." She frowned slightly. "I'm actually not sure what to do. The last time I was smoked out was almost thirty years ago and even that was hard. I colored my hair, which I hate to do, booked it to Canada and dressed like a goth for a little over a year." She shrugged. "I took the busses mainly, but now that everything is air and hover train, the security... ugh." She sighed, running her fingers through her hair. "I don't know..."
Feb. 15th, 2010 09:31 am (UTC)
"Hmm, well, lucky you and me, convincing me I was Nathan Petrelli forced an empathic imprint," he hit buttons for several random floors, so that anyone watching where they stopped wouldn't know exactly where they got out. "So all we have to do is make sure they don't have anything in the air waiting to take us down, and we won't have to worry about transportation, for a short way at least. I can't take us too far with the travel bags."
Feb. 15th, 2010 09:35 am (UTC)
Claire nodded, following Sylar's train of thought. "I suppose that's what we'll do then." She replied, irked a little by the reminder that this man actually thought he was her father once. She slung the bag she had across her back and stepped closer to the taller man so that he could easily pick her up once they'd left the life. "Anywhere you want to go in particular?"
Feb. 15th, 2010 09:45 am (UTC)
He shook his head softly. "There may still be some people in Seattle who might recognize me. That's the last West coast city I lived in, about twenty years ago. Otherwise it's all clear. Any place you'd be most comfortable?" He wasn't sure if going back to Texas was something that would cheer or depress the blonde.

Waiting on her answer, he moved to check the window at the end of the hall once they'd left the lift, keeping Claire close. The coast seemed clear though, so he carefully opened the door to the external stairwell.
Feb. 15th, 2010 09:50 am (UTC)
"I liked California. Costa Verde was fun." She gave a small smirk. "But where ever there is a lot of people, that's where we should go. We need to blend." Claire pointed out as they continued on their way. "Anywhere we can stick out without sticking out."
Feb. 15th, 2010 10:00 am (UTC)
Gabriel raised an eyebrow. "God, doesn't that just describe my favorite city?" he asked, complete and total sarcasm in his voice. A tired sort of cynicism though, not anything angry or cruel. "Greater Los Angeles area it is."

He took a careful peek over the railing, looked at the chasm around them, created by towering glass and concrete structures, then shouldered his pack securely and drew Claire to him. "Arms around my shoulders," he instructed, scooping her up like a damsel with his own arm tucked between her shoulders and her pack. They were not going to be very aerodynamic, but he'd just have to adjust.

A second later they lifted off lightly, hovered out over the railing and shot off down the urban canyon without even drawing eyes. No one had really had to deal with Specials for generations. Law enforcement just wasn't prepared for it.

Edited at 2010-02-15 10:00 am (UTC)
Feb. 15th, 2010 10:05 am (UTC)
Claire's face remained buried in Sylar's neck for most of the trip. No matter how many times she did it, she'd never gotten really used to free flying at the speeds that Nathan could go. West, it was easier, almost Peter Pan-like. The former senator had been more like a bullet, shot out of a very large cannon.

She was looking forward to getting away from grey New York, though. The once cheerleader always enjoyed the sunny and palm tree sprinkled California. Plus, the people there usually didn't bat at eye at weird freakish newcomers.
Feb. 15th, 2010 10:18 am (UTC)
They reached Pittsburgh in fairly short order before Gabriel finally decided that they had to come down and find ground travel. Flying alone and unburdened was one thing. Flying with a girl in his arms and two packs was just ungainly, slowed him down, and made him realize how fucking cold it was to fly so far and fast.

Not to mention, he felt like he had some one nagging in his ear the entire way. Some one telling him he should just put Claire down and let her go. He didn't like that, knew it wasn't part of his own thoughts, but a vestige of something tramped down long ago. He wanted Claire, right where he had her. It was guilt from someone who wasn't him that tried to convince him she'd be better off without him.

Once they were landed it wasn't difficult for Gabriel to find a vehicle, disable its security features that would have allowed for tracking, and have them set to make their way across the long-conquered frontier. First thing he did when they were in the car was to blast the heat.
Feb. 15th, 2010 10:23 am (UTC)
Which Claire was entirely thankful for. She'd pulled on a sweater the moment they landed and curled herself up in the front seat of the car, shivering because her body told her that she was freezing even though she would remain just perfect, ice or not. She didn't talk much, letting the seat down so that she could just huddle up and nap. It had been such a shitty day.

"This sucks..."
Feb. 15th, 2010 12:16 pm (UTC)
"No kidding," Gabriel answered, his hands finally recovering from the stiff, icy feeling that had somewhat hampered his tinkering with the vehicle, making it uncomfortable and frustrating. Now his blood was warming again, his muscles uncramping, and he was able to slowly relax into the driver's seat.

"I'm sorry it came to this... I sure as hell didn't think a minor bar fight would turn into a fullscale manhunt," he sighed in frustration, setting the autodrive to take them all the way to Los Angeles. Once the vehicle was moving he reclined in his own seat, lashes falling down against his cheeks. "I fucking hate it, walking on goddamn eggshells."
Feb. 15th, 2010 06:56 pm (UTC)
"Agreed." Claire frowned, her own eyes closed even though she really wasn't ready to fall to sleep yet. "What's going to happen to Sean?" She finally asked, Sylar's counterpart popping into her thoughts. "He just going to be forgotten or do you have a plan for him?" Perhaps like emptying his accounts and taking that with them. Not that the brunette couldn't make new money for them quickly.
Feb. 16th, 2010 04:08 am (UTC)
"Sean? I thought you didn't even like him?" Gabriel smirked. "Unfortunately, he's as good as dead. I'll find a new face for Los Angeles, build new accounts. I learned the hard way, you can't take it with you, can't leave any sort of trail. A person's financials are completely private, up until the point that they're harbouring public enemy number one, then anything is fair game," he sighed again, definitely not happy about all that. "Every time it has to be a fresh start. A clean break."
Feb. 16th, 2010 04:29 am (UTC)
"Yeah, tell me about it." The girl frowned, rolling on her side to look up at the brunette. "It's hard enough when you're not broke, I'm sure." Claire groaned, moving to take off her bra so that it didn't absorb any of the blood that was spattered on her shirt. She just tuck the thing into her bag after pulling it out from under her top with a bit of a snarky smile.

"I need a shower." She commented, looking down at herself in subtle disgust. "I'm covered in asshole."
Feb. 16th, 2010 05:18 am (UTC)
"Me too... I fucking hate that," he complained, plucking at his shirt front. "It won't be too long though. We'll stop and find someplace to stay and clean up. I imagine you're not opposed to some slightly shady methods of survival? I promise I won't leave a trail of bodies, but some minor exploitation may be necessary."
Feb. 16th, 2010 05:21 am (UTC)
"I understand." Claire nodded. Sure she understood. She had to do some pretty unsavory things in her time. Some things that she would rather not speak of ever again. Ever.

"How long do you think?" She sort of whined, not really wanting to stay in her disgusting clothes for very much longer.
Feb. 16th, 2010 05:34 am (UTC)
"We can pull off at the next town," he reached out and began reprogramming the guidance system to take them in. "Find a residence with the people out at work and borrow their facilities..."

The car began to pull off at the next exit that would lead them to residential civilization, and Gabriel began scanning for a likely neighborhood where people would tend to mind their own business rather than give a shit about strangers approaching one of their neighbors' doors.

It would help that he could force any garage to accommodate their vehicle. They wouldn't even have to be seen entering the building.
Feb. 16th, 2010 05:41 am (UTC)
"That works." Claire frowned. She wasn't thrilled about breaking into someone's place, but it wouldn't be the first time she'd done it. Honestly, all she wanted was to get out of the nasty clothes she was in. "And perhaps we can take some food. I know that stopping anywhere for long is usually ill advised. We can pack lunches or something."
Feb. 16th, 2010 05:55 am (UTC)
He nodded. "I am all for that," Gabriel agreed, driving them around for a bit before finally settling on a small, working-class area of prefabricated homes. There was a small unit with an attached garage that he was able to pull the car into, both spaces inside the small carhold empty otherwise.

"This is perfect. It's just after two, now, so we shouldn't have to worry about inhabitants until after five. Plenty of time to shower and 'shop'." He let them into the small, slightly cluttered domicile, nothing more than a fat, lazy tabby cat there to greet them.
Feb. 16th, 2010 06:00 am (UTC)
Claire pet the cat as they walked in, the animal obviously not caring a bit that these people were not it's owners. The two quickly went about their business, the blond sending Sylar off to the shower first, because he was quicker, while she raided the home's pantry for things that they could take with them.

Once the brunette was out, she laid out some items and had him make some sandwiches while she rinsed off. She threw her soiled clothes in a plastic bag to be burned later and when she exited the bathroom upstairs, she was dressed in fresh attire, her hair still wet, but pulled up and braided neatly out of her way.

"Ready?" She asked, entering the kitchen to see Sylar's progress. "Maybe we should leave them a solid gold stapler or something, ya know? For taking all their food?" She really was a good person, no matter what she had to do to survive.
Feb. 16th, 2010 06:12 am (UTC)
Gabriel chuckled, nodding at her oh-so-Claireness. "A stapler might be slightly odd, difficult to pawn, but..." he picked up some of the utensils from the rack they had dried in and laid them out, each one transforming as he put it down on the counter top. "These should do them just fine. One alone will pay for a new set."
Feb. 16th, 2010 06:15 am (UTC)
"That'll do." Claire smiled and packed up what they'd prepared to take in a backpack she'd found in the front closet of the home. "We should head out quickly. I'm going to need to buy hair color and some scissors." She frowned, very much NOT looking forward to cutting off her long soft curls and turning them black, but one had to do what they had to do.
Feb. 16th, 2010 06:24 am (UTC)
Gabriel frowned softly as she mentioned cutting her hair. "That's unfortunate... Your hair is very pretty," but alas, he was unable to impart his shapeshifting skill to the girl. Whatever changes she'd have to make would have to be semi-permanent.

They headed back out through the garage and left just as easily as they had arrived, thankfully missing the home owners entirely. The people would be very confused by the strange trade that had occurred, and it was the sort of story that might draw attention, but they were still too far from their destination to call this any sort of trail.
Feb. 16th, 2010 06:41 am (UTC)
Claire was obviously thrilled about having to cut her hair off, but what could she do? Nothing else, really.

"I should probably stop at a tanning salon, too." Luckily, the girl only need one session to become dark dark Italian, her skin healing too fast for any real damage to be done. It wasn't like the girl had to worry about skin cancer.

"God..." She sighed, curling back up in the passenger seat of the car once more. "I hate having to become a new person. I don't even know what the hell I should name myself. Guess I'll figure it out when I find out what I'm going to look like."
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