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Post by Rebecca Walker on Dec 29, 2008 19:17:22 GMT -5
29th December, 2008
Becca walked into the room she knew that Sylar was going to be there. She had paid some people she knew to follow the man and figure out where he would be alone and where so she could work her plan. Ever since Mohinder had told her that Sylar was looking for a way to get Molly’s memories back she knew she had to suck it up and ask her father’s killer for help.
This is for Molly. Remember sweet little Molly.
She stood at the table watching the back of Sylar’s head. She was eyeing him with a death stare. “Cough cough.” She states in less then an amused manner. Placing her hands across her chest she smiles. “I need you help.”
This was the hardest thing she would ever have to do. “Well its more like you need my help.” Her heart was beating faster then ever before. She was nervous to be along with him. That was so wrong. Shaking her head she swallowed her pride. Her hands started to tremble as she started shaking.
All of a sudden her throat started to close up. She couldn’t breath and started to hyperventilate. She sat down trying to calm down. Looking up into his eyes. “You want to give Molly her memories back well so do I.”
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Post by General Admin on Dec 29, 2008 23:28:55 GMT -5
Sylar was in a library of all places. Yes, it was odd for a serial killer to even be at a library. No one would have thought in a million years that Gabriel Gray also known as Sylar would make an appearance at a library. Sylar was in the library looking for books on scrolls for the assignment that Ray had given the people of the NINE.
He had books spread out all over the desk where he was reading some books. He couldn’t check out these books. He had to read it here. Sylar hated doing that. He wondered if he should just kill for enhanced memory. He missed enhanced memory. That dreaded Shanti Virus. He bit his lower lip as he heard someone cough.
He raised an eyebrow as he was given a death stare. “You need my help!?” He asked in a sarcastic tone. Of course, he had no clue who this person was asking for his help. However, he should recognized the person. It was someone from the NINE.
He wondered if it had anything to do with the scrolls. However when she said that it was more like it was that he needed her help. It just didn’t seem like him to need someone’s help. So this ought to be interesting it would seem.
He gave a smile, “Why would I need your help!?” He asked as he raised an eyebrow placing down the book that he was reading. This would seem to be rather interesting. He watch her sit down and listen to her speak to him about Molly. “First of all, who are you and how you do know what I want to do with Molly!” He asked in a demanding tone.
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Dec 29, 2008 23:49:29 GMT -5
Becca looked at the books on the table not ready to answer his question just yet. Figures. Like a good little boy doing his homework. Granted she knew getting the scrolls would save them all but she just pictured Sylar being way different then his old counter part to be doing his own assignment.
She smiled at him. “Your boy toy told me.” She got up pointing to India on the map that was laid out with the books. “See I had a meeting with Mohinder in India just couple days ago. You’re right his food is the best. You should try his mothers.” She knows he will reply harshly to her last statement so she waits for his reply.
After his reply she whispers at him. “Molly doesn’t remember me but I know her. You sure don’t look around the houses of the people you kill.” She then throws a folded picture of James, his second wife and Molly. The crease on the picture left out a person. “Go ahead open it.” Becca smiles knowing the man will be shocked when he sees her in the picture.
“I hear you are looking for forgiveness from killing the Walkers. You’ll have to get mine before you can get my little sister’s.” Becca eyes smirking at Sylar.
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Post by General Admin on Dec 30, 2008 0:47:12 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow as the women that he was talking to. People never talked to him especially about Mohinder. He rolled his eyes and folded his arms over his chest. “So you had a meeting with Mohinder and he isn’t my boy toy” He said shaking his head.
“And what are you some kind of stalker!?” asked Sylar in a sarcastic voice as he takes the pictures and unfolds it. He raised an eyebrow and looked at as he gave a weak smile. “So you’re her sister” He asked in a soft tone. He was shocked.
He closed his eyes for a moment and tired to remember Molly’s house the night that he killed everyone. He remembered seeing some photos of this person that was in front of him. He sighed and opened his eyes. “Interesting” He said as he slide back the picture to her.
“Your right, I’m looking for forgiveness” He said with frown. “So what do I have to do to get your forgiveness, I’m already cursed with this” He said as he froze his arm. “You see I have this part of my ability that if I feel guilty of taking someone’s powers that they will be put into my DNA and sadly your father’s power is a part of the burden”
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Dec 30, 2008 11:44:29 GMT -5
Becca rolled her eyes shaking his head. “Please he told me. No denying it to me.” She was still in denial that she was really talking to the man who killed her father and yet she was kind of enjoying it. She chuckled. “Yes I’m a stalker.”
Becca smiles and nods. “Yes I’m the sister.” She watched him closing his eyes. She hoped it was his way of feeling guilty though she always wanted him to feel bad in one way or another. “Very.” She states taking the picture back from him touching his hand she stopped everything for a minute till she folded the picture back up placing it in her pocket.
She watched his arm freeze then rolled her eyes as he talked. “Listen I can never forgive you. You’re a killer for god sakes.” She looked to her pocket remembering her sister. I just found out you are taking care of my sister. If I truly hated you I would have killed you after I heard that.”
Smiling Becca shakes her head. “If you want me to look at you without wanting to kill you every 5 seconds you are going to help me make Molly remember me.”
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Post by General Admin on Dec 30, 2008 13:02:18 GMT -5
“Okay, so I’m not denying it you just better not say it to anyone or I’ll hurt you” He said sighing. He really didn’t want anyone to find out about Mohinder and him. It was complicated and he wanted it to be a secret. “And I have Riley stalking me also” He muttered.
“So you’re the sister” He said with a slight smirk. Having no clue how this was going to be. It was probably going to be an awkward conversation. Then again he was the king of awkwardness. It was in his blood. He watched her touch his hand and just raised an eyebrow. He didn’t say anything about it. He watched her place the picture in the pocket.
He leaned back as she watched her facial expressions. So he shouldn’t have said that about his ability. Sometimes he was just stupid. He barely thought of the words before they came out of his mouth. He bit down on his lower lip, “So you can never forgive me, but you don’t hate me” Sylar said a bit confused.
“Okay” Sylar began “There are some people with a healing ability different from rapid cell regeneration, this healing ability can heal the mind. The only problem is I know of one person with this ability, but he is dead” He paused “There are rumors of this one man called the Frenchman who has the ability, but I’m not sure if he is still around”
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Dec 30, 2008 13:18:20 GMT -5
Becca raised her eye brow, “Hurt me oh yeah that will turn out good for you.” She stuck out her tongue not really caring who this Riley person was. “Like I would really stalk you. Please gag me with a spoon.” She started to laugh at herself after hearing what came out of her mouth.
She nodded at him. “Yeah after all you are in my sister’s life. I mean if I want her to forgive me that means I cant kill you.” She took out another picture this time of Sylar and Molly handing it to him. “You two look cute together. We should so play video games now.”
Becca eyes lit up when he said he might know someone who could help them. “Well have Molly use that power of hers. I sure can’t help on that front.” She was about to say something else about her power but stopped knowing that Sylar would probably want it.
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Post by General Admin on Dec 30, 2008 14:17:48 GMT -5
Sylar just listen her as she spoke. He just hated the sarcasm from her. Of course, he was a part of the sarcasm league. He wondered if he should make it a club. He rolled his eyes, “Good” He said as she said that she would stalk him. He hated stalkers.
He raised an eyebrow as she spoke again. “Okay” He said. It just used that one simple word. Simple words were great for him it would seem. It was just something that was easier to explain situations. He looked at she handed him a picture of Molly and him. “We are awesome with Guitar Hero” He said as he bit his lower lip.
“Well, then perhaps we should have her locate him” He said with a smile as he handed Becca the picture back. He got up and used his telekinesis to close all the books and look at his watch.
“Damnt, I’m late Molly just missed her flight” He said sighing. “Mohinder’s mother is going to kill me if Molly isn’t on that plane” He shrugged his shoulder back. “Argh…guess I teleport her”
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Post by Rebecca Walker on Dec 30, 2008 14:24:38 GMT -5
Becca shook her head mumbling. “Guitar hero.” Her eyes grow wide looking at Sylar. “You let her go to India by herself? You and Mohinder.” Shaking her head not wanting to get into the details of parenting right now. “Wait she can’t go what about getting her memories back after you force her to find the French man.” She pouted she figured she looked like Molly did hoping it would work on the man. “You promised me you would help get her memories back and now you’re sending her to India!”
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Post by General Admin on Dec 30, 2008 14:31:18 GMT -5
Sylar raised an eyebrow as she started to yell at him. It was a library. He just listened to her and didn’t say a word. As she started to point a figure at him. He disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a short 14 year-old who was playing a Nintendo DS. He then grabbed Becca and teleported off to India.
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