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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. 23rd, 2010 02:45 am (UTC)
"Maybe I'm only here because you want me to be." Mohinder suggested, looking up at Sylar with those big brown eyes, still glossed over as if tears would fall soon. "Maybe you made me and brought me here. Did you do that?"
Sep. 23rd, 2010 02:51 am (UTC)
Sylar shook his head slowly. "No. Of all the abilities I collected in my time, I don't think I have anything like that. Not that I wouldn't have, but I didn't. You're invulnerable, as you've said. No damage to the cells, no aging process."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 03:04 am (UTC)
"But... I wasn't here before." Now Mohinder was speaking in the abstract. "I was Dr. Patil. I was working in Shenoy Industries. You brought me here. You wanted me to be here." He blinked slowly and finally, after all that priming, a tear slid down the former doctor's cheek. "You wanted me here..."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 03:16 am (UTC)
"I do want you here," Sylar agreed, starting to see what Mohinder meant. "I did bring you, didn't I? Cut away that beard and all that hair. No more Doctor Patil, or Shenoy. Doctor Mohinder Suresh, just the way you were before."

He wanted to move forward and brush away that tear, but he wanted to give the doctor his space, too. He'd said he didn't like being touched. It was difficult for Sylar to reign in an impulse like that.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 03:19 am (UTC)
"I don't think I can be Mohinder Suresh anymore." The doctor shook his head, letting another tear track down his cheek. "I forget how..." He croaked before looking up at Sylar, his face twisting in sadness. "He liked to touch. Laugh. Play." Mohinder shook his head, beginning to sob. "But he got lost, and didn't come back."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 03:29 am (UTC)
"Hey, it's okay." Now he did move forward, reaching up to cup Mohinder's face and wipe his tears away. "I know what that's like, too. It was a long, long time before I could be Gabriel again. And I'm still not really the same.

"You can take your time. We all have forever," he tried to smile, reassuring as best he could. "So however long it takes. Whoever you turn out to be. We'll be here for you. I just can't tell you how sorry I am I wasn't there before..."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 03:32 am (UTC)
Mohinder continued to cry, but didn't pull away as Sylar touched him. He tilted his head into that hand and nuzzled it softly, taking obvious comfort in the only person he knew would always haunt him.

"I want to find him. I miss him." He whispered, unable to stop the tears now.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 03:41 am (UTC)
"I'll help you," Sylar promised. "Claire can help, you just have to trust her. You can. She's got a much better track record than me, you don't have to push her away."

He stroked Mohinder's cheek with his thumb, then moved to sit in the other chair, kitty-corner from the Indian. "Tell me more about what you were doing at Shenoy. You said you meant to attack at first, but then you stayed on for so long. What did you end up finding, doing, there?"
Sep. 23rd, 2010 03:47 am (UTC)
Mohinder wiped his face himself and shook his head again, sniffling a few times to help calm himself.

"I started there as a doctor in India working at the original complex." He began. "I mainly worked with clients at first. They really didn't understand what they were paying for. I tried to explain, but my superiors said that it was bad business to be so free with company information." He uncurled himself and laid down on the bed, pushing his hand beneath the pillow as he rested his head, drawing his need back up to himself.

"The first time I interacted with a regenerator was a German boy they'd found running in Austria with his parents. The adults were killed and the child was brought in." Mohinder closed his eyes. "The harvested too much too soon. His ability wasn't strong enough. He was five."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 03:51 am (UTC)
"Bastards," Sylar hissed, well aware that abilities could show up in fits and then retreat, and if pushed too far, it could all go to Hell.

"I'm sorry... I can't imagine. I mean, even I wouldn't... not a five year old child."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 03:56 am (UTC)
"They never harvested a child so young again to my knowledge." Mohinder said softly.

"They had to wait until they grew up." Came a voice from behind Sylar. Claire was standing there, clad in sweatpants and a t-shirt as well, her hair pulled back in a headband. "I knew that they have a specific facility for children that they find, yes?"

"There are only two." The doctor continued, seemingly unaffected by Claire's presence at the moment. "And they are just waiting for their abilities to stabilize. From what I've come to understand, regenerators are only born once every other generation. The two that they currently have in custody are twin babies."

"That's terrible." Claire shook her head. "But how do they know that they are special, aside from carrying the gene?"

"They showed early signs." Mohinder explained. "The facility for children holds anyone with the gene that hasn't manifested yet. If they regenerate, they are used. If they don't, they are put down before they can learn what their ability actually does."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:04 am (UTC)
Sylar sighed and ran his hands over his face and hair, frustrated by the very existence of Shenoy, by everything they had done. "I so wish there was a way... Just cover the world with us again, so many that they couldn't stop it, no way to contain us.

"I've managed to keep my head down, stay calm, but some times... Some times I just..." Lightning crawled over his hands, snapping and popping angrily. He wanted vengeance. But as awesome as his legend was, taking on Shenoy single handedly was a special sort of suicide for some one like him.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:08 am (UTC)
"I know. And I tried, from the inside." Mohinder frowned. "And I failed. They're just too big. Too powerful."

"Well, before we start formulating suicidal plans, perhaps we can get some rest?" Claire interjected, seeing that the subject itself was a rough one.

"Well, long story short, I worked my way over to the states seeing the atrocities committed by Shenoy and the further in I got, the harder it was to step away." The Indian explained. "I supposed no matter how hard I try, I always get... lost." The last word was said with meaning and Mohinder watched Sylar for a moment before hiding his face in the pillow.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:13 am (UTC)
"That's because you throw yourself wholly into everything you do, Mohinder," Sylar calmed and let the electricity dissipate, standing up to join Claire. "Tomorrow we'll find a new place to live and we can spend some time finding ourselves. Okay?"

He shucked the work pants for just his boxer briefs and climbed into bed, leaving the covers ticked back for Claire. Still, he chose the side of the bed nearest the Indian, so he wouldn't be any further away than he had to, if needed.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:19 am (UTC)
Claire climbed in beside Sylar without noticing that Mohinder was watching her like a hawk. She carefully slid under the covers, but kept to herself. She at least understood that her and Sylar's relationship bothered the Indian a bit.

The doctor kept his eyes open for a long time, staring at Sylar with a perplexed look, as if he were thinking really hard. He was. He was trying to figure out what got them to this place. We're they real or just figments of his imagination? Was he just drugged out on a Shenoy slab, completely unaware that he'd been caught and forced into what could only seem like a strange dream?
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:25 am (UTC)
Sylar wasn't really sleeping, though he felt the Indian's eyes on him so he was careful not to stare back. He kept his eyes closed and his breathing even, trying to be a calming center. He had to keep sight of that. He couldn't let the Indian's state work him up.

Claire would have enough to deal with given Mohinder's unbalanced state, she didn't need the brunette going off at every little injustice. It was just difficult some times. Mohinder had been part of his own least stable periods. Those memories, so fresh in his thoughts, made him feel like he could be that powerful again. Claire tended to remind him of his weaker moments, when he'd felt vulnerable, in need of her healing.

He'd be strong for all of them though, and he wouldn't let anyone take either of his companions away. That wasn't an option, not now that he'd found them. He'd go to the ends of the Earth for them.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:30 am (UTC)
Eventually, the doctor fell asleep. His mind still whirred, but his body found rest at least. Claire, once she'd drifted off, curled herself closer to Sylar. She desperately needed him, but he was currently unavailable thanks to Mohinder being slightly unhinged. She wanted to curl up in the brunette's arms and let the world fade away for a while. She still felt disgusting and violated. She wanted Sylar to heal that, but it seemed he was charged with healing two now.

Mohinder woke a few times during the night, sometimes because of fitful sleeping patterns, others because of nightmares. Eventually, around four in the morning, the Indian curled up in a ball and cried, unable to stop the emotions flooding his heart. He was upset because every time he opened his eyes, Sylar and Claire were there.

They were real.

He was no longer alone.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:48 am (UTC)
Sylar was able to sleep for a while, but in time the sound of Mohinder's tears got to him. He opened his eyes slowly in the dark, confused at first, not remembering. Then it came back, where they were and who they were with.

He turned over, looked across the space in the dark, and frowned gently. "Hey... What's going on?"
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:55 am (UTC)
Mohinder started and looked over his shoulder with wide wet eyes for a quick moment before burying his face in the pillow.

"Nothing... I'm fine..." The Indian couldn't be further from fine.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 08:25 am (UTC)
"Liar," Sylar accused, but not at all angrily. His chest just tightened, seeing Mohinder so distraught in the darkness, hearing him weeping, alone in spite of the two other people in the room with him. "You can't do that, you know. Not without my knowing it. I picked that one up when the Petrellis were trying to dick me around."

He scooted to the very edge of his mattress, minimizing the space between them. "Not that I need it to see that you're hurting. I want to help."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 12:39 pm (UTC)
"Oh..." Mohinder breathed out, the sudden realization that Sylar could tell if he were fibbing making his even more upset. His face scrunched up and more tears fell as he sobbed into his pillow.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Came the Indian's muffled voice through the fabric of he pillow. "I'm such a liar... you must h-hate m-m-meeee..."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:50 pm (UTC)
"I don't hate you," Sylar denied, patiently. "I'm just worried about you. I want you to be honest with me, so I can help you feel better. You're upset enough that you can't even sleep. Please talk to me."
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:07 pm (UTC)
"I'm just not used to having people with me." Mohinder whispered in a small voice. "I'm afraid you'll see... You'll see far gone I really am." He quietly sobbed, not wanting Sylar to see him so weak.
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:39 pm (UTC)
"I know, that's scary," Sylar's brows knit deeper, understanding that fear precisely. He'd definitely been through it before, and God knew, maybe Mohinder was so warped he'd developed some sort of violent psychosis too. "But it won't frighten me away. I won't give up on you, just because you've changed, and there's nothing you can have done that would shock or disgust me. I'm Sylar after all."

He pulled the pillow beneath his head a little closer, hoping he could get through to the Indian. It was so important to him to have Mohinder back, another piece of his own lost life. He didn't want to have to give him up because the doctor couldn't take it, being around them. He didn't think he'd be able to, and he didn't want to think about what that might do to Claire, how she'd start to see him.

"Claire's feelings get hurt, easily, but I can take it, Mohinder. Whatever you have to do or say to let the pressure go, I can handle it. Okay?"
Sep. 23rd, 2010 08:51 pm (UTC)
"Okay..." Mohinder sniffled, nodding slightly. He knew that Sylar would understand. He was just so afraid of Claire. She was so bright and affectionate. How would his darkness survive in her light? Sylar, he was the true darkness. He knew what it was like to be locked away in one's mind.

"Do you love her?" The Indian asked, still whispering for fear that the girl would overhear.
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