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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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Sep. 15th, 2010 06:45 am (UTC)
"Shenoy? And you think he recognizes you? How come we haven't had a team of their goons descend on us then?" Not that he didn't believe Claire, he just wasn't sure how this guy could have kept coming back without making a move. He didn't think a suit like Tanaka was the type to play games, but then, Sylar had under estimated people before.
Sep. 15th, 2010 11:54 pm (UTC)
"I don't know, but I don't trust him. Not one bit." The girl looked over her shoulder as if she was expecting the Japanese man to be standing right there. "Something about all of this is not sitting right."
Sep. 16th, 2010 07:45 am (UTC)
"How not right? Do you think we need to go now? Or should we check up on our friend Tanaka, first?" Sylar was used to taking off at the drop of a hat, but it was tiring. They'd just run all the way across country, and Claire had already been through so much on top of that. He wanted to give her safety, stability.

Maybe he could just remove Mr. Tanaka. Even if the man was Shenoy, if they hadn't been reported, yet...
Sep. 16th, 2010 09:54 pm (UTC)
"I don't think I want to take any chances. They obviously haven't come for us yet, but if he really does work for Shenoy, he knows who we are." Claire glared, looking a bit nervous. "I certainly don't trust him."
Sep. 16th, 2010 10:24 pm (UTC)
"Well, let's not take any chances then. I can find out what he knows and what he's said, make sure we don't run for nothing, or leave ourselves vulnerable," Sylar smiled confidently, gave her shoulder a squeeze and walked out of the kitchen toward the bar. As the bouncer, he had a prerogative to take care of customers who could disrupt Mama-san's business, and God knew if Tanaka called in Shenoy, he'd be doing just that.
Sep. 16th, 2010 10:42 pm (UTC)
Claire got her ice and continued on as if nothing had happened. She returned to the bar and gave Mama-san a big smile as she resumed her work, preparing the drinks and bottles for the girls as Sylar took care of Tanaka. She hoped he didn't make much of a scene.
Sep. 16th, 2010 11:17 pm (UTC)
Sylar didn't make any scene, just walked to Tanaka's table and asked him to step outside for a moment so that they could talk. In that time he discerned that Tanaka knew exactly who they were, though he didn't need lie detection for that. The man broke out into a profuse sweat as soon as the brunette pulled him aside.

What he didn't get for a few more moments was that while Claire had called him into the kitchen and Tanaka had settled on a girl, the Shenoy employee had made a very damning phone call, of the type that was definitely not going to make Mama-san happy.

"You son of a bitch..." Sylar snarled, throwing Tanaka aside as he ran for Claire. "SANDRA!!!"
Sep. 16th, 2010 11:24 pm (UTC)
Claire's ears perked up and her eyebrows shot into her hairline.

"What? What's going on?" She scrambled past Mama-san who was frowning at 'Michael' for yelling in her bar.
Sep. 17th, 2010 05:55 am (UTC)
"He's already called! We have to go, now!" Screw what Mama-san thought about anything, at the moment, the most important thing was disappearing, again.

Unfortunately, they'd picked a Shenoy city. If they had gone to San Francisco they might have had more lead time. As it was, there was already a team of private soldiers and medical technicians not just on their way, but surrounding the building.

That was one inconvenience of transportation automation. While it allowed the common man travel at hundreds of miles an hour, and gave emergency vehicles priority in life-saving situations, it also meant it took Shenoy no time at all getting to the Asian ghetto they now found themselves in.

By the time they hit the street there was already a rain of bullets tearing them apart. Shenoy wasn't playing games this time. They intended to do Sylar such heavy damage he wouldn't be able to recover before they could put him under continuous, near lethal sedation. It was the only course they could take with him that might succeed. Claire, on the other hand, would be a snap.
Sep. 18th, 2010 12:20 am (UTC)
Claire was down the second the first bullet peirced her skin. The girl had gone nearly a century without feeling any pain. Her first introduction to the pure intensity of it was certainly far harsher than she ever would have wanted. Her scream only lasted a second before the hail of bullets punctured her lungs and ruptured her heart, leaving her a bloody, slowly regenerating mess on the still warm pavement. There was no way the girl's body could catch up enough to help, a tube vein roughly shoved in her nose, drugs sending her ft away from the pain. It was truly a pity that the loss of pain scared her more than the intensity of it.
Sep. 18th, 2010 06:56 am (UTC)
It took considerable firepower to take Sylar down sufficiently, but the initial barrage was enough to keep him from sending up a telekinetic barrier. The brunette was little more than a mass of hamburger by the time they sedated him. It was a slow regeneration indeed on a stiff, sterile stretcher that brought the both of them into the bowels of Shenoy Los Angeles, and the heartless scientists awaiting them there.
Sep. 18th, 2010 12:04 pm (UTC)
Once the two were separated, Claire was locked away and taken off the medication so that her body could repair itself faster. She screamed and kicked, spat in doctor's faces and bite at them like a wicked hellcat. This was not happening. She would not go back to this. Her voice was worn so raw from the screaming that she had to stop now and then to let her chords regenerate before she started screaming again.

"YOU'RE ALL MONSTERS! WE ARE PEOPLE! NOT ANIMALS! DEMONS! ALL OF YOU!" Claire's voice remained strong until they were able to put her down again, this time having a bit of a fight on their hands when trying to reapply the tubing in the girl's nose. Some doctors came away with cuts and minor bruises, but they were rather easily able to sedate her once more.

A pair of deep, dark, but warm brown eyes watched the turn of events through completely unnecessary glasses with a deep frown upon his face. He knew that one day it would come to this. He would be forced to see this happen with his own eyes. As the blond was stripped and secured, the brown-eyed doctor moved on, knowing that this woman was not brought in alone. He was curious... very curious. Could the rumors be true?
Sep. 18th, 2010 10:00 pm (UTC)
The rumors were true, though it might be difficult to tell for sure at first. The man on the slab barely resembled a human being. The rounds used on him had been explosive, taking out large chunks of flesh, blasting organs, and chewing up his previously handsome face.

The regeneration was slow going, too. One of his hands was barely ligaments stretched over newly regrown bone, the meat of it coming back like a pinkish-red mold. His whole jaw was exposed on the left side, with fresh teeth pushing up through the gums. He'd kept both his eyes, though, and they lay shut, heavily, against his abraded cheeks.

His regenerating body was pierced through by needles and tubing, some into the previously open veins of his arms and ankles, others going straight into the back of his skull. It looked almost like he was suspended by the tubes and electrodes, rather than supported by the bed.

"He's expensive," a velvety, feminine voice purred at the doctor's shoulder. "And useless. The poisons we're pumping into him to keep him down are rare, difficult to cultivate and dangerous to handle. They've saturated every bit of his tissues, enough to kill an elephant and his heart's still beating, if weakly. We can't harvest a damn thing without killing the recipient, but no one wants to risk pulling him out of that coma.

"Still," a sadistic smile curved onto the slender brunette's pink lips. "He's quite a prize."

(Dr. Morgan is played by Jamie Murray http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1444665/)
Sep. 18th, 2010 11:47 pm (UTC)
He hadn't gone by his birth-name is so many years. Dr. Patil, they called him. Shaan Patil. He stood there with his long, bushy beard and his glasses near the tip of his nose, long wavy hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, his frown never wavering. He was from the head building of Shenoy in Chennai India. Of course, all of if was lies and everything he'd handed over for paperwork was forged.

Mohinder Suresh had worked very hard to get in this deep. There was no underground, from what he'd gathered. It was just them.

"Yes, well... from what rumors I've heard, this is the legendary Sylar. Is that true, Dr. Morgan?" He watched the brunette male carefully through the glass. It certainly didn't look like Sylar. He'd been butchered. "I mean, he does look like ground meat. You sure you weren't too hard on him?"
Sep. 19th, 2010 12:02 am (UTC)
"Positive ID, finger printing from his right hand, what we can get of dental, and most importantly, DNA. They wouldn't have bothered, or taken these precautions if they weren't sure. They had him in D.C. For all of two hours before he metabolized their meds and took the whole building out, taking the female with him.

"Now it's just a matter of figuring out how to keep him down and be able to cultivate him," Morgan didn't look frightened in spite of her previous exposition. She looked like she relished the challenge.
Sep. 19th, 2010 12:10 am (UTC)
"Which brings me to my next question. Any idea on how we're going to go about doing that?" The Indian asked, his accent thick and deep. He sounded just like he walked out of the country itself. There were plenty of people left in the world who were tributes to their culture, the young doctor made sure that he was one of them.
Sep. 19th, 2010 02:17 am (UTC)
Lydia Morgan's smile became even more twisted as she turned away from the window to look at the hirsute foreigner directly. "That's for you and your new team to discover, Doctor Patil. This acquisition is sensitive and delicate. Even his presence in this building, in this existence, is need-to-know. Only the top minds, people capable of handling the task and the pressure have clearance after that fiasco in D.C.
"Sylar caught us wet behind the ears, but the data we collected from that massacre has prepared us to handle him now. All the details and case files will be sent to your office," she had all the satisfaction in her being of a well-fed lioness. As the assistant director of the L.A. branch, she took a personal pride in this capture.
Sep. 19th, 2010 01:12 pm (UTC)
"Alright then. Thank you ma'am. I'll have a look at those files immediately." Mohinder smiled that bright, shining grin that always lit up a room. "You have my promise, doctor, I will figure this out." At least he was put in charge of Sylar and without knowing it, Dr. Morgan had put a very dangerous tool in the Indian's hand.

Sylar would be Mohinder's panic button. If things got too out of hand, all the Indian had to do was wake that man up.

He took his leave of the woman and made his way down to the mess on the slab in the containment room. By the Gods, Sylar looked awful. The doctor didn't make any moves to speak quite yet. He knew he was being watched so he just carefully watched the brunette and took the time to read the chart pinned to the end of the slab.
Sep. 19th, 2010 05:05 pm (UTC)
He was a bit more recognizable up close, but not by much. He hadn't gotten very far in regeneration during that conversation, which was telling as to the strain the medications were putting on his system.

Several paralytics, respiratory suppressants, drugs to suspend cognitive ability, anything they thought would keep him down, all with nasty side-effects that he wasn't conscious enough to experience and toxicity rates that kept several of his regenerating organs constantly on the brink of failure.

The smell in the room must have been disgusting, all that raw, exposed meat and tissue.

None of his disguise remained except a bit of black eyeliner still smudged around his sunken eyes. The rest had been stripped away and trashed, leaving everything exposed. Some how, Hiro's scar had survived the barrage. The thing seemed charmed, as though the same fate that liked to draw him to the others in spite of impossible odds also decreed he would be forever marked by the path he tread.
Sep. 19th, 2010 06:26 pm (UTC)
Mohinder moved about the room, surveying all of the damage. It was almost heartbreaking to see a price of his past lay so decimated on the table. He checked all the tubing and was very careful not to touch the half alive man. Now that he had seen Sylar, he moved on, returning to his office for only a moment before checking in on Claire.

The blond was far less worse for wear than her tall counterpart. She looked almost like she was sleeping, a simple tube in her nose and an IV harvesting her blood. It seemed Shenoy had wasted no time.

The Indian left her and once again retired to his office, specific instruction left with the staff to inform the doctor when the brunette was regenerated enough to take some experimental treatment.
Sep. 19th, 2010 06:39 pm (UTC)
It took two days for the majority of the healing to complete. There was just a good deal of raw skin when Dr. Patil was called back in to check the progress of his patient. A nearly pristine Gabriel 'Sylar' Gray, save for his waxy complexion, jaundiced skin and sunken eyes. His once-exposed heart now beat feebly beneath a lightly rising and falling chest, eyes shut, and none the wiser to anything happening, least of all whom now controlled his care.
Sep. 19th, 2010 08:15 pm (UTC)
Now that he and his team had been prepared, 'Dr. Patil' began observation on his new project. Things were made very difficult when he was assigned a team of nurses. Each one of them were meticulous about Sylar's drug regiment meaning that the Indian never got a break in rotation to try and lessen the dosage. He wanted to talk to him. Hear his voice. As selfish as it was, Mohinder wanted a taste of his past and those blasted people in white at Shenoy were ruining it.

About one month into studies, it struck him.

"We need to nullify his ability. Get me three hundred CCs of Curare." The nurse on duty gave him a funny look, but did as she was told. "He may wake, but I promise he will be completely incapable of movement."
Sep. 19th, 2010 09:28 pm (UTC)
She may not have understood what Mohinder was up to, but the nurse did as she was told. She was mostly here because she took direction well and had strong nerves. Mohinder was the brains of the operation.

Again, it was not a quick process, getting the brunette's system balanced to the point the doctor wanted it. Eventually though, the medications came to the level the Indian dictated, and with slow difficulty, Sylar slit open his eyes.

The light was harsh, no matter what level it was set to, his eyes having been shut for so long, but he could barely blink, barely swallow the dry feeling in his throat and mouth, barely moan the discomfort of his still slow healing. It was a little better now, the raw skin beginning to knit together a little faster, but not nearly at the levels he'd become used to.

This was a very different waking than the one of several months ago, and though his sluggish thoughts immediately reached for that old standard, his telekinesis, it was not within his grasp. The piercing tubes and needles remained where they were, violating his body in defiance of his impotent mental struggles.

"Nnnng..." But Mohinder had his way. It had the attending nurse sweating bullets in her uniform, but the magnificent and terrible Sylar was no longer comatose.
Sep. 19th, 2010 10:11 pm (UTC)
"Good evening, Mr. Sylar." Mohinder greeted the man with a thick Indian accent. "Welcome to Shenoy." He leaned over so that he was in the man's line of sight. "I hope you understand the precautions we had to take, given your power." Once he was sure that Sylar could see him, he removed the faux glasses from his nose. "I do hope you will forgive me for such treatment." And with that, he put a hand on the brunette's shoulder. He hoped that even though his more powerful abilities were out of his reach, Sylar would be able to work out just who was in charge here.
Sep. 19th, 2010 11:04 pm (UTC)
At first there was nothing but cold anger and reluctant fear. No recognition. But that hand on his shoulder, the knowledge spread like slow heat. He struggled to open his eyes wider, to meet and hold the man's espresso gaze. "'s nnnot poss'ble…" His slurred whisper was heavy with disbelief and wonder.
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