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[OOC: There is no posting order for this, so anyone can be post. This is just going to be a short thread. And the following are the only ones allowed: Sylar, Mohinder, Henry, and Riley]

December 31, 2008


Sylar was heading to see Mohinder Suresh at Mohinder’s laboratory. They were going to go on a journey together to find one of the scrolls. Sure the two weren’t in the same division, but Sylar thought that he could use the scientist’s knowledge of some things. It would seem to Sylar to Mohinder was kind of interesting in things that poised a mystery to the nature of man.

On many days, Sylar could have just teleported to the lab, but on this particular day he had just decided that walking wouldn’t kill him. Sylar sighed as he walked down the crowded streets of New York, bumping into random people and just walking as if he was pushed into them.

He decided that today he wouldn’t have Riley get him his coffee. He was capable of doing it himself. He found a random Starbucks and decided to order something totally different. Today he decided to order a Tazo Chai Tea Latte. It was a good drink to have when it was cold and today it was a cool three degrees outside.

As he order his coffee he text Riley and informed to not bring him coffee that he got himself a cup of coffee from Starbucks. He hoped that she wouldn’t get mad at him for getting his own drink for once. Riley was a good kid, but sometimes he wasn’t sure if he should have exposed her to being his coffee-girl. Then again he really didn’t care.

He got his coffee and proceeded towards Mohinder’s lab. He was only a block away from Mohinder’s lab and was freezing his ass off. He hated one digit temperatures. They just didn’t seem humane to him. Of course, he could keep himself warm with the Pyrokinesis and Induced Radiation. However, he thought that it would best just to be a normal person.

It was difficult to be a normal person, but Sylar really didn’t care. He was just trying to be normal as possible, but the truth was that he wasn’t a normal. He was an evolved species and didn’t care what people thought of him. He was a monster and no one could take him being that monster or that was he was led to believe.

He sighed as he finally approached the building that Mohinder’s lab was located at. He walked up the stairs to the top floor and opened the door, entering the laboratory. He placed his drink on a table and glanced around the place. Mohinder wasn’t in the place and he picked up a folder. He randomly flipped through it and just shook his head.

The folder that he was reading had something to do the formula that Sylar’s father instructed Mohinder to do. However, it would seem the person that they were after wasn’t the catalyst anymore. It would seem to him that his own twin brother was the catalyst. He looked up as he heard someone enter. He just placed the folder down as Mohinder stood near him.

“You lied! Claire isn’t the catalyst, Peter is the catalyst” He snapped as he became enraged. He conjured a ball of ice and flicked it at Mohinder. “I thought we got over our trust issues, doctor!” growled Sylar as used his telekinesis to pin Mohinder a wall.

He gave a smirk and started to cut into Mohinder’s head. He was just messing with Mohinder; however it seemed to get out of hand. He dropped Mohinder and his coffee to the ground when he realized it got a bit too far.

“No..no!” Sylar said in a slight panic as he rushed over to Mohinder. He didn’t feel like doing CPR. He grabbed a needle and injected himself taking out his own blood and grabbed another needle placing his blood in the new needle as he touched Mohinder on the arm injecting Mohinder with his blood. He sighed as he started to feel a bit weird. He started to get an enormous headache as he heard the door open.

[henry]

Henry was in need of a check up. Well, not the sort of check up you would normally get from the doctors at your local hospital or something like that. No, for him, it was different. Henry had to get his powers checked out. It was getting harder and harder living with his own family. The need to know how their powers worked was just driving him insane to the point where he locked himself in his room with the stereo on full blast. Ironically that got him kicked out for a day.

So, here he was, walking through the biting cold all the was to Dr. Suresh's lab. He would have taken his bike, but having the ice cold wind in your face is not so pleasant. Especially since it was three, freackin', decrees outside! Sometimes he wondered if there was a god and the unnatural temperatures were his way of punishing the people of earth. Scoffing at the idea, Henry continued on his little trek.

Once he finally came into the building, Henry gave off a little cheer and and walked up the flight of stairs to where Dr. Suresh would most likely be. He didn't have an appointment or anything, but if what they say about the name's need to know, he was sure the man would look at him. He had finally reached the Doctor's door when he saw something, or someone more like it. It was Claire's uncle Gabriel....or was it Sylar? The man changed his name between the two so much Henry didn't know which to call him by.

"Mr. Petrelli?" Henry decided to call him that due to the fact he was Claire's uncle, a Petrelli. However when he opened the door and saw the dead scientist on the floor and Sylar leaning ominously over him, he blanched. "The hell did you do?!" Henry demanded. His poor lack of control for his telekinetic powers sent the older man fly when he didn't mean to. Then again Sylar did just kill someone so Henry figured that's the least he deserved.

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Sylar glanced up as he looked at the boy with panic in his eyes. It was the kid that he messed up for good. Karma was a bitch it would seem. Here he was trying to figure out if Mohinder was going to live or not. He dropped the needles and the next thing he was being sent backwards. He didn’t care. He probably deserved that. To be honest, he probably deserved to be killed at this moment.

“It was an accident...” He said knowing that the people weren’t going to believe him. Okay probably only Riley. He just couldn’t believe he had just killed his friend. Why did he have to do that? It didn’t make any sense to him. He got up and walked back over to the motionless Mohinder, “It was an accident, I was just messing with him and it got out of hand” He said in a sad tone. He was getting emotional and that was rare for Sylar to get emotional.

He then picked up the needles that he dropped on the floor before he was sent flying. He placed the needles in a red container and folded his arms for a brief moment. He quickly unfolded his arms and the next thing he knew without thinking he had smashed a microscope. “Damnt, that was an expensive one too” He muttered to himself as he folded his arms again.

Sylar sighed as he looked at the kid. He was about to say something when he decided that perhaps it wouldn’t be the best. He turned his attention back to the motionless doctor. “I have no clue, but for some reason I always kill people in that exact spot” He muttered to himself. “You should go, because I’m about to turn myself in and god forbid when the forensic team comes they don’t need to know that someone came in.” He said as he turned his back to the two and took his cell phone.

[mohinder]

Mohinder Suresh had just come into his laboratory to find his roommate snooping around his lab. He wasn’t going to get mad at him. He never got mad at him unless it was something stupid. However, he really didn’t expect himself to read the file on the Catalyst. The two fought like a married couple. “I was going to tell you about it” He said sighing as all of sudden he was sent flying backwards to the wall. He never thought in a million years he would be put in this kind of position again. And yet here he was begging for his life again,

“Don’t do this…” He said as he trailed off. Sylar had begun to cut his forehead. The pain was very intense and he just waited for Sylar to stop, but Sylar didn’t stop. He just blacked out and stopped breathing for some time. He was probably better off dead. It was going to come to him sooner or later. Mohinder could see the white light. So this was it He thought to himself as all of sudden he saw the pearly gates. He wondered if he was going to finally meet Shanti.

However, as he stood at the pearly gates the gates started to pull away. It was as if he wasn’t supposed to be in heaven. Perhaps he was going to hell!? He had no clue what all he could hear was a faint voice telling him that he had more things to complete. The white light that he saw came back. Everything was rewinding as if it was just a dream. A dream in which Mohinder was confused and Mohinder was rarely confused in his dreams.

The next thing he knew he started to cough and blinked as he was back in laboratory. He rolled on his side and saw Sylar dialing a number. He wondered what it could possibly be. He slowly got up and sat on the floor Indian style and whipped his forehead. He placed the hand that he whipped his forehead with and placed it in front of his eyes. It was dry blood. “What the hell happen?” Mohinder asked in a raspy voice. He whipped the dry blood on his shirt as he got up. The blood on his forehead disappeared as he turned to Henry. “Um..can I help you” He asked.

[henry]

Henry watched Sylar went around muttering something he couldn't hear. All he really knew was that Sylar kept repeating that it was all an accident, that he didn't mean it. Henry had half a heart to believe him. Although the other half had the a right mind to do to Sylar what he had been doing to countless of people. Although his anger at the older man made him want to throw away all rational thought.

"Yeah. I'm sure you didn't mean it. It was all one happy little accident." Henry said sarcastically as he walked back and forth in front of the doors. He stared angrily at the man. "Just like you didn't mean to turn me into you." he said bitterly, eyes flashing. "Do you know what I had to go through the past couple of weeks? After hearing from you that the urge to kill someone just gets stronger and stronger I had to do a little research. You wanna know what I found out? Well I'm sure you already know personally what I'm talking about."

The smashed microscope made Henry jump. He hadn't been expecting that. Sylar had more mood swings than a pregnant lady. Sometimes he wasn't sure if he should defend himself or just attack him. He cocked an eyebrow when he said he was going to turn himself in, and that he should go before the cops showed. He didn't know what set him off, but Henry wasn't going to let Sylar leave again this time.

"Like hell you are!" he barked, flinging the phone out of the mans hands. "I am not going to let you just leave like last time. You are the only other person I know who knows what it's like to have a power that's driving him insane by every passing day. I want some answers now." He said in threatening matter. In retrospect it probably wasn't a good idea. The two of them might have the same ability, but Sylar was older, and probably had more control and will power to overpower the younger boy. But anger and frustration was blinding the boy. He barely her the scientist asking him what he wanted. "What?!" Henry asked frustrated. He blinked twice before realizing the man was alive. "Wha...?"

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“I tried to stop you into turning into me” He said in a harsh voice, “But I couldn’t, and I’m sorry, you know I didn’t want to be this monster, you know who turn me into this morning” He said sighing “It was Elle Bishop and Noah Bennet” He explained, not really caring if Henry would care. He just thought that perhaps it would be some knowledge for the kid.

Sylar looked at Henry as the teenager barked at him. He just narrowed his eyes at the kid. He didn’t want to hurt the kid. However, he was tempted to just kill the kid on the spot. He had just killed Mohinder. It was revenge for Peter being the catalyst and countless other things. That he had lost count of him.

He just gave a slight weak smile, “Well, for once the ability does drive me insane everyday” He said answering Henry’s question. “There are ways to control it, but I can control around Mohinder and a girl name Riley” He said as he looked over at Mohinder who was still motionless. “But I slipped on him, but he should…” He trailed off. “Be Back”

[mohinder]

Mohinder just blinked as he looked at Henry and Sylar. “I said can I help you?” He asked in a curious tone. “Unless, you want to speak with Sylar in private” He said as he looked down at his bloody clothes. He just shook his head as he narrowed his eyes at Sylar. “Why did you do it!?” Mohinder said in angrily tone. “Why did you use your blood to heal me!?” He snapped as he walked slowly to Sylar.

The Indian wasn’t stupid. He knew that Sylar had sliced into his forehead and that he had to heal him with his blood. He was at the pearly gates when he was told to go back and he wanted to know why. Sylar had to have a reason. However, Mohinder couldn’t think of any plausible evidence at the moment and time.

He glanced at Sylar as he looked at his expensive microscope was in pieces. He usually didn’t get mad over stuff, but for some reason. His eyes turned a darker and he just grabbed Sylar throwing him across the room. “What did you do to my microscope?” He snapped as Sylar landed on an empty table that was on the other side of the room. Mohinder just gasped as his eyes went back to normal. “Sorry” He said as he looked down at his hands.

[henry]

Henry glared at Mohinder hatefully. Although he wasn't angry at the Indian, it was more of a frustration towards other male in the room. "Well don't mind if I do Ghandi." he said sarcastically. Although it looked like the comment was ignored because the next thing he knew, Mohinder was mouthing off Sylar.

"Well it's nice to know I"m not the only one with negative feelings towards Mr. Braineater over here." Henry said before he decided to pace back and forth in front of the door. He didn't know why, but he was losing it. He wasn't normally this easily angered, but for once in his life he just wanted to yell at someone, or throw something.

He jumped when he heard someone crash into the table behind him. He turned at stared at the two older men. "I swear you two have some serious issues." he said.