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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. 21st, 2010 03:08 am (UTC)
"That's for damn sure. First one's this: How? You've been alive all this time. I haven't seen you. Claire made no mention, she couldn't have either," there definitely would have been a discussion when she'd needled him over the potential attraction he may or may not have once felt for the geneticist.
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:20 am (UTC)
"I'm invulnerable." The doctor said plainly. "Eventually, my cells became invulnerable and just stopped aging all together. Hence why one hundred some odd years later, I am here." Mohinder gave a winning smile and gestured to himself proudly. "As for my whereabouts these past years, I've been in India, trying to get the low down on what sort o monster my ex-fiance has created."
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:26 am (UTC)
If he could have nodded his understanding he would have but as it was he could just raise his eyebrows and frown slightly. "I hadn't thought of what the side-effects of an ability like yours could be. Well... It's good to see you again, Mohinder. Not exactly the circumstances I would have hoped for though."

After all, he was paralyzed, pierced through by all manner of medical instrumentation, and to add insult to injury, naked. What scraps of his clothing had survived had been cut away and the modesty of a product wasn't really Shenoy's concern.
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:33 am (UTC)
Mohinder was not affected by said nakedness. Years of seeing everything the world had to offer stripping away any modesty or shyness the doctor may have once had. But his name? Mohinder. That had certainly be a pleasant, almost painfully arousing stroke to his insides as a small shiver was sent down his spine upon utterance.

"I can't lie. I do have to admit that it really is a pleasure to have you, Sylar. Circumstances not withstanding, of course." He smiled. "And hearing my name. Truly delightful." He said, honestly.
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:50 am (UTC)
"Isn't it? I could have died in ecstasy when I heard mine again from Claire. It's always nice to hear it in your cultivated accent, too," he chuckled softly, the smile fading after a moment. "Why did you stay away? You had to know we were out there. I can understand avoiding me, but, why Claire?"
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:57 am (UTC)
"I truly didn't know either of you survived the war until recently." Mohinder shrugged, feeling that this was an easily drawn conclusion. "I went home and stayed there, buried myself in the Indian ghettos for years before building up my what my life that would eventually be what you see today. I've been with Shenoy for about five years now and it hasn't gotten any easier avoiding getting caught. I didn't need other high profiles around me. Unlike you or Claire, my image is in every history book around the world."

The Suresh family was certainly very attached to the history of the eugenics wars. Mohinder never really had any cover aside from the hair on his head and the bush on his face.

"I suppose it has been long enough that I might not be so obvious, but I've been very protective of my identity. No friends, said goodbye to family a century ago." There was a small hint of sadness in the doctor's voice, though he would never admit it if asked. He was lonely. Just like Claire, just like Sylar... Mohinder Suresh was a terribly lonely man.

"Plus, after shooting her father in the face and bashing your head into the ground, I figured neither of you would care if you never saw me again." The Indian laughed heartily, tilting his head back to let the sound out from his belly.
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:05 am (UTC)
Sylar frowned at that hearty laughter. He might see where Claire wouldn't be exactly thrilled, though in the end, Noah Bennet had lived, but as for himself? "Please, Mohinder. You've drugged me, shot me, hunted me, betrayed me to the Company... You think a little love tap like that would make me sore to see you?"
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:11 am (UTC)
"HA HA HA! Love tap!?" That brought out an even higher, almost cackle-like laughter from the doctor. "Of course, this is you we are talking about here." For someone who'd lived over one hundred years alone, Mohinder seemed far to jovial about reliving such serious things with the former serial killer. This was one of those moments when one could see that the good doctor might not be all right in the head anymore.

"I suppose I could see how we could miss each other, even as enemies, after going so long without familiar companionship." Mohinder nodded, understanding that perhaps it was time they moved on from their past. "And what of Claire? I heard from other doctors that she was under Shenoy's thumb for two years. True?"
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:16 am (UTC)
"Sadly. I had remedied that, when they caught up with me in New York. We came to Los Angeles to get lost in the crowd, but it seems we were found out anyway," he sighed, not liking the sound of that laughter much, but slightly encouraged by Mohinder's seeming willingness to move on. It was certainly going quite a bit quicker between the two of them than it had with the blonde in question.

"I want to get her out of here, as soon as possible. She's not like she was anymore, I fixed it, what I did to her a century ago. She shouldn't be here, not with what they do to us." The protectiveness in his tone was well apparent.
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:19 am (UTC)
"Ah... so you've slept with her then?" Mohinder chuckled, pretending to look at the brunette's chart again so that anyone watching the monitors would think that the doctor was actually doing something important. "When they said they found the two of you together, I suspected as much. Noah must be rolling in his grave."
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:26 am (UTC)
"As much as he hated me, he was always about Claire's greater good. If I can actually manage to protect her, I think he'd give a grudging blessing, since he can't be here on his own," which was a very long winded way of saying 'yes'. Not that he saw why it mattered much. The way Mohinder made things sound, he didn't plan on leaving Shenoy to run off with Sylar and Claire.

"So there aren't any more of us cropping up. You've been with this company for five years and seen as much, how much longer do you plan on keeping up the charade, and what are you going to do when you get to young to be you?"
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)
"Well, I better figure that out before I get to old, hmm?" Mohinder continued to laugh. "My initial plan was to burn the headquarters to the ground and kill anyone in my way... that obviously didn't happen." The doctor grinned knowingly over the chart in his hand, bright white teeth shining through a mass of jet black, curly fur. "But anyone who is found with the gene know is taken in. If they are found not to be regenerators, and I do believe the standard waiting age is seventeen, they are destroyed."
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:37 am (UTC)
"Fantastic. And you didn't return to your original plan why? I took out D.C. for you, let's make Los Angeles next, then go down the list," his typical answer for things, wholesale slaughter and destruction. It wouldn't really solve the problem. The Evolved would probably never get their rights back if Shenoy could get away with that, but it would make Sylar feel better.

He was on good terms with Claire now, yes, but that hardly meant the potential-killer within him had been tamed. Now he might have a whole new victim profile.
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:40 am (UTC)
"Ahh yes. We burn them to the ground building by building, happily dancing in their ashes until we are caught." Mohinder smiled, a somewhat psychotic glint in his eye for a moment. "As much as I would love to indulge you, what happens when we are all taken down? How can three take on three thousand? Big pictures. You always had a problem with that."
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:46 am (UTC)
"Only when I bothered with a 'big picture'," the brunette rolled his eyes. "Claire's not going to believe it when she finds out. We were talking about you not just a few weeks ago, and here you are. Fate just loves toying with me."
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:57 am (UTC)
"I was going to marry the woman who created all of this." Mohinder waved his arms around. "I honestly think fate only toys with those who believe that there are no surprises left in life. You know, like immortals." The doctor laughed, clipping Sylar's charts back onto the end of his slab.
Sep. 21st, 2010 05:08 am (UTC)
"I think I might have been born as its plaything," he sighed and let his eyes fall closed a moment, just contemplating the strange universe they inhabited. "And while I get the need for the disguise, you really need a shave. This does not suit you."

Frankly, it irritated Sylar the same way Claire's brunette bob did. He wanted her back to blonde, and he wanted Mohinder stubbly and with a halo of curls. He wanted his world back, and more and more he felt the desire to burn Shenoy for taking it all from him.
Sep. 21st, 2010 05:13 am (UTC)
"Ha ha ha! What? You don't like my beard?" The Indian laughed again, stroking the beast of hair below his nose and mouth. "I think it ages me quite well. I shave and I suddenly look twenty-eight-year-old Mohinder Suresh again. Can't have that, now can we?" He raised his eyebrows. "Though, I don't think eyeliner is really your thing, either."
Sep. 21st, 2010 05:18 am (UTC)
"No, but it amuses, and helps me blend with Claire. So, Mr. Covert Ops, once we are out of here, where do you recommend we run? I can hide easily enough by shape shifting, but Claire doesn't have that advantage, and I hate relying on it." Maybe with his in, Mohinder would know, or maybe with his experience staying buried he'd have an idea.
Sep. 21st, 2010 05:30 am (UTC)
"Well... hmmm. I did have it a little easier than you. I lived in the Indian slums for years. Easy to stay off the radar when your pretty far away from technology in general." Mohinder smirked. "But as for keeping off it in the states? I think you are... what did we used to say? Ah yes. Shit out of luck." He felt bad, but he was right. The Americans were far too good at watching their own now-a-days. It made it too difficult to hide.

"I suppose if you were able to find a way out of the country, that would be your best bet, but good luck with that as well." Mohinder smiled, giving the brunette a helpless shrug. "The nurse should be back in seconds. Try not to scare her too much, alright." The Indian grinned, moving to check the door. He stopped suddenly, turning on his heals to address the former killer once more.

"And Sylar, on your way out, can you try to bust me up a little bit? It's been a long time since I've been hurt, but if I'm going to maintain this little acting job I have, I can't be discovered." He pointed out, knowing that if he were found unscathed, it would certainly raise some questions. "It'll take a lot of power, but I know you. You're a smart man. You'll figure out some way to take care of it." He chuckled, turning back to the door.

By the time the nurse returned with the water that was requested, 'Dr. Patil' looked as if he were a madman, cackling uncontrollably.


"No worries." He snickered, easily switching back to the Indian stereotype. "We're done here. Just leave the tube on the edge of his mouth." Mohinder pointed towards Sylar. "May sure our new pet is well watered."

And with that, he left. He needed to go back to his office and reflect on what he'd learned. Sylar was definitely a powerful player to have in the game. Mohinder just wasn't sure if he'd like to use that, or leave the brunette to take care of himself and Claire as he saw fit.

Until he reached that conclusion, the doctor decided it would be best to plan out what he would do when the pair eventually broke loose. It was going to be difficult, but he would have to make himself look as much a victim as anyone else should he choose to stay.

Decisions, decisions.
Sep. 21st, 2010 06:53 am (UTC)
Sylar tracked the nurse as she hung the water bladder for him, thanking her quietly, which was as likely as unnerving as anything he could have said. He decided that as long as she didn't throw herself in front of him when he escaped, or discovered and reported the lowered medication, she could live.

Being a Shenoy product was not particularly stimulating. With the relatively high levels of curare, he couldn't so much as twitch from the neck down, but as the rest of the poisons leached out of his body other methods of 'movement' gradually came back. He was no more ecstatic than when he realized he could manage to mentally scratch the various itches that had cropped up during his stillness.

Still, he didn't dare make a move until he knew his mental abilities were returned in full. At that time, as both he and the good doctor both knew, Sylar would be able to shut off his own medication feeds, return his own physical mobility between the nurses' check-ins, and implement a plan of escape.

This, unfortunately, also coincided very closely with the point when Shenoy decided he was ready for harvesting.

"Based on your reports, I think he's ready, Dr. Patil," Dr. Morgan informed the doctor just outside Sylar's room, her own dark eyes skating over the naked, conscious body on the slab. The brunette was a bit worse for wear with three days worth of neglect, starting to thin just a little, with a dark growth of short hair on his muzzle and that hollow look around his eyes. She found it extremely appealing.

"We've got a backlog to work through after the losses in D.C., I'd like you to supervise the vivisection as well, make sure your methods hold up under practical requirements. As much as I don't mind keeping him 'round for just decoration, it would be nice to turn a profit."
Sep. 21st, 2010 05:28 pm (UTC)
"Really?" Mohinder raised his eyebrows, a little shocked. "So soon? Hmm." The Indian looked over at the door with slight trepidation. "He'll be awake, you know? He'll feel everything."

"The problem being?" Dr. Morgan looked over at the bushy-bearded man.

"None." Mohinder shook his head. "Just stating a fact." A fact that made him uneasy. The doctor hoped that Sylar had enough time to recover his abilities. If not, the brunette would be in for a rough day. "I'll start at once."
Sep. 21st, 2010 07:19 pm (UTC)
Morgan smiled brightly and turned away with a satisfied little flourish. The woman was obviously sadistic, and unabashedly so. She fully intended to observe via the CCTV and was only disappointed that it didn't record audio. They would probably gag him anyway, to minimize the screaming, but still...

Sylar was none the wiser, unfortunately, and while he had a majority of his abilities back as far as he could tell, he hadn't switched off the curare just yet. Not that this was much of an issue. With the healing returned and the rest of the poisons flushed, he'd metabolize it in moments.

God help that surgical team.

Sep. 21st, 2010 10:09 pm (UTC)
God help Mohinder. He knew when walking in that this was going to hurt. He hadn't felt real pain in a long time, but the second that team made an incision, it was all going to go down hill.

The Indian scrubbed up and pulled his hair in a surgical cap and his beard tucked into a mask. He wasn't going to do any of the surgery, but he needed to be clean. Honestly, the need for such formalities was slightly ridiculous. They entered in the room, all blues and whites, gleaming steel lined up on the tables beside Sylar's slab.

"Where are we at?" Mohinder asked, tying off his apron.
Sep. 21st, 2010 10:33 pm (UTC)
Sylar had been relaxing in boredom, completely not expecting the sudden influx of doctors and nurses. His eyes popped open at the slight rumbling and clanking of the surgical tray and the shuffle of feet, blinking as a light lowered automatically above him and flared into spot-light being.

"What the Hell is going on here?!" He demanded, eyes searching the scrubbed individuals, but he knew very well once he took them in. "Oh, yes, I see. ...You know you people don't have to do this. Go back to your desks and figure out more cost-effective, faster tissue cloning, better ways of saving lives... You just might save your own."

Mostly he was ignored. Some one told Mohinder that they were just ready to begin a coronary harvest and an observation of the regeneration turn-around.

"Doctor, you know my history, convince these people they're making a grave mistake..." Sylar fixed his gaze on Mohinder, waiting to see if he had any pity for the people around them. Curious.

"Some one shut him up?" the head surgeon muttered, and a nurse came forward, baring a gag that would indeed effectively mute the brunette, if she could get it in place. They expected they'd only have to put up with nasal moans, rather than full screaming.
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