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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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fathersresearch
Sep. 21st, 2010 10:40 pm (UTC)
Mohinder said nothing, only took a step back and let things proceed. He shook his head slightly and closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in his nose. He knew that these people were about to die. It wasn't that the Indian was concerned for them or pitied their lives about to be lost. They'd chosen their fate. The deserved what was coming to them. All Mohinder was really concerned with was the mess. And how much this was going to hurt. He really was a giant pussy.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 21st, 2010 10:52 pm (UTC)
"He won't open his mouth," the nurse complained, now that she was near enough to gag him, Sylar had fallen silent.

The surgeon sighed in frustration and asked for a scalpel. "I'm sure he'll open up good and wide in just a moment."

They were all so concerned with their tasks at hand that nobody paid attention to the medication readings. The curare feed was off, the remainder of the drug clearing from the brunette's system, and the moment that blade touched his skin, Sylar yelled alright. It was not the sort of scream they had anticipated.

The sound was amplified to sonic levels. The people closest to him were suddenly blown back against the walls, and others cringed away, covering ears that were suddenly bleeding. The light above blew out, though the normal overheads remained, making Sylar's rise off the slab perfectly visible.

He ripped tubing from his skin with snarls of pain and anger, lashing out as doctors crowded back at him, trying to plunge in hypos of drugs that were simply batted from their hands, invisibly. Blood sprayed. Bodies dropped. Nurses screamed and fell at the threshold as they tried to run for the door.

At last, Sylar had to slow, dealing with tubing in more delicate portions of his body that could not simply be ripped free. Liberated at last, he stepped down from the table, into the pooling blood, and rounded on Mohinder, whom he'd knocked aside early on.

It would obviously take quite a bit more force to actually harm the man, but the brunette didn't want to. The idea of leaving him was a joke! "Come with us."
fathersresearch
Sep. 21st, 2010 10:59 pm (UTC)
"I can't." Mohinder shook his head, holding his hands up as if her were cowering, but the calm sound of his voice could be heard. "I have too much to do here, so just please, get on with it and get Claire. You don't have much time."
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 21st, 2010 11:09 pm (UTC)
"What are you going to do here? You haven't done anything! You're just-! ...You're getting lost in a fantasy, aren't you? Never mind what Shenoy did to us, you get to be a doctor again. You're enjoying this," he accused, stepping forward with not just a little honest threat in the movement.

There was indeed security on the way, with more of those explosive rounds. They had just one problem. That wasn't going to work on Sylar now. He was awake. He knew they were coming. Even now he was standing within an invisible sphere of mental shielding. He was going to walk out of here with Claire, no problem, and if he had his way, he'd be taking Mohinder with them.
fathersresearch
Sep. 21st, 2010 11:13 pm (UTC)
"No. It's not that at all. You were my first real patient." Mohinder said, his voice suddenly pleading. "You need to go now. Leave me be, Gabriel."

The Indian was lost in his fantasy, but it was a world where he was alone and there was no one there to understand. It was his war and his alone to fight. The added element of Sylar and Claire was not only frustrating his plans, but causing him great emotional distress. He felt like his heart was being pulled from his chest through his stomach. "Just go!"

Edited at 2010-09-21 11:14 pm (UTC)
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 21st, 2010 11:46 pm (UTC)
"But you're one of us, and you-... you're-...!" he was Mohinder Suresh! He was his father's son! He was one of the most important parts of Sylar's formative life, and here he was demanding that the brunette just rough him up and disappear?! "How am I supposed to just leave you??"

He hated being alone. Claire made it better, that was certain. The last few weeks had been amazing, compared to the long stretch of what felt like nothingness before, but to have Mohinder there, too... It was as though the world was coming back. Like waking up from a slow, suffocating nightmare.

The sound of boots rushing down the hall reverberated through the door and floors. Soon soldiers would be crowding that doorway, and then talking freely might not be an option, but Sylar wasn't going until he absolutely had to.
fathersresearch
Sep. 21st, 2010 11:58 pm (UTC)
"I can't." Now the doctor was begging. "Please, just go. I... I just... GO!" The Indian stood slight and pawed at the brunette, effectively breaking through the brunette's metal barrier and shoving him a few feet back. "Go now and save yourself and Claire. There's no time... please..."

But the doctor wouldn't get to argue any longer. The moment Sylar had taken the step back to steady himself, the door was broken in and a hail of bullets began. They pinged around the room, bouncing off the shield the brunette had put up and shattering whatever was left to break.

When everyone was certain that sufficient damage had been done, a cease fire was called. What would probably shock and possible terrify the team that was standing in the entryway was the Indian.

His scrubs were in tattered shambles, hanging off his lean, muscularly cut frame as he stood in a pool of blood that was not his own, glass and debris raining down around him. His eyes were flashing in their anger as his arms remained splayed out, not a single scratch on his body as he took the full force of the fire, protecting Sylar as effectively as a six-foot thick cement wall would have.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 12:19 am (UTC)
"Mad man!" Sylar accused, rushing up behind Mohinder and pulling him back a bit. "They can't touch me, but you've just outed yourself!"

But he was insanely flattered. Mohinder had just protected him, on instinct. His turn. "Come on. You might be invulnerable, but you don't have half my tricks up your sleeve."

He stepped forward to handle the security, lifting a hand to cut down each man where he stood. In a moment he'd moved forward to strip one of the dead men of their uniform. "The quicker we're out of here, the better. They'll call for reinforcements. Do you know a way out? Something under the radar."
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 12:28 am (UTC)
It only dawned on the doctor after it happened and Sylar's hand was on his shoulder. He's destroyed his own illusion without even batting an eye.

"Fuck!" He scoffed, following Sylar's lead and stripping another man of his uniform. So it was covered in blood. What would that matter in the end. At least he wasn't running around in tattered pants.

"This way." He said shortly, running down the hall to Claire's room. The girl was once again suspended on that familiar table, a tube in her nose and out cold. "Take her." Mohinder commanded as he ripped the door off it's hinge and threw it down the hall, taking out four more guards heading their way.

Edited at 2010-09-22 12:28 am (UTC)
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 12:37 am (UTC)
"Gladly," Sylar, strode in to find the nurse he'd taunted cowering in the corner with a clipboard strangled against her chest. His eyes lit up.

"You. Strip, and you live. She needs clothing," he nodded to Claire and unhooked the various tubing, as quickly and gently as he could.

The nurse dropped the clip board and moved quickly to shuck her uniform as demanded. Anything to buy her life, and if truth be told, she'd gone a bit Stockholm herself, working with the charming, dangerous brunette.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 12:43 am (UTC)
Once Sylar had Claire dressed, the girl only stirred slightly. Her eyes opened to see what was happening before realizing that she was being rescued.

"Gabriel?" She asked, looking about as he helped her to her feet. She then notice the doctor in the door, an unfamiliar man in security garb. "Look out!" She shouted, pointing at the Indian and gaining a hearty and jovial laugh from Mohinder.

"Oh please. I'm harmless..." He chuckled, turning to peer out the door to make sure the coast was still clear.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 12:55 am (UTC)
"You remember that old saying? Speak of the Devil and he shall appear?" Sylar asked as he helped Claire up off the table, once again lifting her like a sleeping princess. "Well, here he is. Now, about that exit route? Please tell me there is some way out of here that does not involve me flipping several police vehicles on top of one another and a high-speed car chase?"
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 01:24 am (UTC)
"Mohinder?" Claire squinted in disbelief as she looked upon the hairy Indian.

"That be me." The doctor chuckled again, turning to face them with a smile. "Now, that exit. There is a fire tunnel underneath the building, but I'm are they are blocking that off as we speak. Granted, you and I can pummel our way... UMF!"

Claire just couldn't help herself. Hearing that voice, seeing that smile. Her arms were around Mohinder's waist before he could even see it coming.

"MOHINDER!" She laughed and cried at the same time.

"I.. um... hi... Claire..." Mohinder looked down, a shocked and slightly uncomfortable look pulling away his smile as he gently pat her on the back of the head.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 01:43 am (UTC)
"A fire tunnel. That can get us closer to the service tunnels under the city. We just have to get beyond the cops' perimeter and we can try to find a vehicle to take us out of here, somewhere safe," he nodded for Mohinder to lead the way, catching up with them in the door and wrapping an arm around Claire.

"Are you alright?" he asked her quietly, keeping an eye out for anyone else trying to ambush them. He wasn't going to let anything happen, not to any of them, no matter how deep the river of blood he had to leave behind them.
invincibleblond
Sep. 22nd, 2010 01:55 am (UTC)
"I'm okay." Claire let go of Mohinder so that they could follow the Indian's lead, choosing to wrap herself around Sylar instead. She needed that closeness. "It's just... Look." She pointed ahead of herself in a quiet whisper. "It's really him..."
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 02:04 am (UTC)
"I know. I was shocked, too. It's the invulnerability. He made himself immortal," his voice was quiet, still slightly awed. He still couldn't believe the Indian was alive either, and he wasn't sure what would happen now that they were escaping together, not when Mohinder had been so hell bent on staying here.

They made their way down to the fire tunnels, taking out the guards blocking it. Gabriel blasted their way into the service tunnels, then collapsed the fire tunnel behind them. They were now traveling through a slightly claustrophobic passage full of cables and piping.
invincibleblond
Sep. 22nd, 2010 02:22 am (UTC)
"What is growing on his face?" Claire asked in a still hushed whisper.

"You know I can hear you both, yes?" Mohinder smiled over his shoulder. "I do still have ears."

"Sorry." Claire blushed brightly and looked away from that smile.

"Up this way should bring us to a split. One way is the emergency exit, the other... well... sewers." The doctor chuckled. "It may have been a century, but shit still stinks."
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 02:34 am (UTC)
"I don't know that we're far enough to exit yet. We might just have to put up with it. Find a manhole to exit further down," he nodded them forward. Disgusting, but necessary.

"So... Los Angeles was a bust," Sylar smirked at Claire, ruefully. "Anywhere else you're keen on setting up a new life? Maybe somewhere not frequented by Shenoy businessmen." No blame in his voice, after all, he'd picked New York, just an understanding that they'd had a run of bad luck.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 02:44 am (UTC)
"No clue." Claire shook her head, blushing further. What a poor decision she'd made.

"What about the middle of nowhere for a while, hmm?" Mohinder said, deciding that he might as well be part of the conversation at this point. "Seeing as how I am now back at square one as well, I might as well tag along for a little while. Iowa? Kansas? Timbuktu?"
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 02:57 am (UTC)
"I wouldn't mind. Maybe we could find a small ranch or something. Some where that our neighbors are acres and acres away. I think I've had enough of people, and I can always keep us. I never run short of something of value," something he wasn't sure Mohinder knew. He hoped it would be reassuring though. He could take care of the three of them, though it was definitely odd to think of himself as a provider.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 03:01 am (UTC)
"Ahh yes. Bishop's ability. Forgot about that one." Mohinder smiled and nodded, leading the three of them into the sewer systems beneath Los Angeles. "You know, the first time I interacted with him, he turned a spoon into gold for me?" He continued, trying his best to ignore the putrid smell from the depths of the tunnel.

"This is gross." Claire said, scrunching up her nose.

"Yes, but it beats having your organs harvested like fruit." The Indian shot back, leading them on. "I suppose a nice farm will do us. And I can certainly do without the people." Mohinder smiled and gave Sylar a wink. "People are very annoying in large quantities."
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 03:10 am (UTC)
"Huh, I did the same thing to Elle's gun. I guess gold is the obvious first try. Story of King Midas and all. And, yes, this is disgusting, and people can be highly annoying. We only have to put up with this in so far as it gets us away from the other," he lit there way with a bluish ball of the formerly mentioned blonde's electricity, moving quickly so that they could get beyond the police forces.

"I'm glad you're coming with us," he told Mohinder honestly, after a bit. He couldn't think of anything the doctor could have really done at Shenoy that would have made a great difference, though it was depressing to think that their lives would probably be spent forever on the run.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 03:25 am (UTC)
"You know, until you two came along and got yourselves caught, I was doing just fine for myself." The Indian scowled, making a turn at the next bend. "And I'm not sure I really want to stick around long." The way he said it, it sounded like he abbhored the idea of spending eternity with these two, but in truth, Mohinder was a bit broken-hearted about it all. His past was staring him in the face every time Claire gave one of her brilliant smiles, every time Sylar got that keen look in his brandy eyes.

"But... we just found you." Claire certainly sounded disappointed, like a child who was told they were being taken to the zoo only to find out that the zoo was closed. "Why won't you stay?"

"Because this is madness." The doctor snipped back. "Look at you two... lovebirds..." The Indian sneered the word a bit harshly. "Honestly. I don't really feel like playing third wheel to your fairytale complacent ending."

Claire sucked in a bit of air, which in retrospect she regretted, but Mohinder's words hurt. They stung a part of her that wasn't expecting such harsh words to come from someone she thought as overly optimistic and hopeful.
i_can_fix_it
Sep. 22nd, 2010 03:37 am (UTC)
He gave Claire's arm a gentle squeeze, used to abuse from the Indian. In his eyes, things hadn't really changed. Maybe it was all well and good to laugh while Sylar was on a slab, but less fun when the killer was once again a free man.

"At least get out of the city with us. I want to make sure you're safe. Only thing that really kept me going on my own was imagining moments like this. Not just that I could run into Claire, I knew that was possible, but that others were still out there. You." Especially you. Not that he could say that, but the more he thought about it, it was true. He'd never been satisfied with how they had parted.
fathersresearch
Sep. 22nd, 2010 03:40 am (UTC)
"Well, how dumb of me would it be if i just deserted you now? You're a walking weapon. All I can do is throw things." Mohinder's attitude had suddenly changed. He gone from jovial and easy-going to annoyed and a little mean.
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