Someone cares..[Kris/Open]

[mohinder]

January 3rd, 2009


It was the third day of two thousand nine and Mohinder Suresh was a totally different person. He had finally decided to let Molly go. She couldn’t stay near him and Sylar anymore. He didn’t want her to be exposed to the monster that he was becoming. He wasn’t transforming into anything. He was just changing into a different person. Ever since Sylar had accidently killed him something was wrong with him. It was like he had accidently got Sylar’s hunger. However, it really didn’t make any sense to him.

He shrugged his shoulders back as he walked down the street. It was supposed be near freezing. However, Mohinder really didn’t care. He didn’t care because he was used to the cold in New York. Sure he was from India, but it was barely cold there. Okay, so it never got to Zero or negative degrees in India, but here in New York it was different. But still this didn’t mind Mohinder one bit. Not at all.

Mohinder sighed as walked through the crowd. He was going to go to Primatech and for some reason quit his job. He really didn’t care if it pissed Angela off. He used to have respect for her, but after meeting her in the future. He had lost respect. He had lost a lot of respect for people. It really didn’t matter to him. He really didn’t trust people anymore. He probably wasn’t going to trust Molly ever again either and this didn’t bother him one bit.

Nothing was going to bother him anymore. He had a disease of the mind and really didn’t care if he turned evil. No one would care or would they!? Probably Maya and Peter, but the rest of his inner circle friends wouldn’t care. It really didn’t make any sense to him, but nothing ever did anymore. He just shook his head as he thought about. He placed his hands in his pocket. Before he was going to resign at Primatech, he was going to go to Starbucks and get a cup of coffee.

Yes, Mohinder Suresh was addicted to Starbucks that to a certain someone. It was weird to have a craving of caffeine, but then again it really didn’t matter to him. All he wanted was just caffeine. He walked into a random Starbucks that happened to be on his way to Primatech. He glanced around the Starbucks and frowned. He had to wait in line. He hated waiting in line. He just folded his arms and just tapped his foot as he waited in line.

[aubrey]

It wasn’t that strange for Kris to walk down the street barefoot with a bird seemingly glued to her shoulder. Sure, she got stares from people, but she couldn’t see them, and so she didn’t worry about them. Instead, she just worried about where she was placing her feet. One wrong step and she’d throw off her enhanced senses. Have you ever tried to use enhanced senses and you step in dog poo? Not a very fun deal.

However, no matter how much she needed her ‘eyes,’ which were essentially her feet and her ears as well as her nose, she couldn’t risk losing her feet to frostbite. Unfortunately, not thinking straight, the girl had not brought shoes, or even socks. And her feet were cold.

Fortunately, the girl smelled coffee, and she could discern the type of coffee just by a single sniff. A Starbucks was near. After stopping for one moment to figure out what side of the street it was on, the girl hurriedly entered the Starbucks. Instantly, her feet felt better. She chastised herself for allowing herself (and Jorja) to let her go out without shoes. Now she’d have to wait here while they thawed.

This gave the girl a moment to look around and gather her thoughts. Today she was supposed to be looking for a new computer for Jorja. Jorja’s old one died Christmas day, and no amount of tinkering could get the computer to work. It was some sort of bug that kept running from Kris’s searching hands. The darned computer had left her tired and aggravated, so much so that she snapped at everyone she came across for the next two days.

Now Kris was on her own, and she was going to find a new computer that better served Jorja’s purposes. That is why Kris left the house in a hurry; she didn’t want Jorja to know about her sudden disappearance. She glanced at where she thought the counter would be, and touched the bird on her shoulder, which gave out a very quiet squawk. She was right, that was where the counter was. At least she could tell some things.

After a brief moment of messing telepathically with the computer that gave the instructions to the coffee-makers, she strode over to where she believed the pick-up counter was. “Um, excuse me?” She asked after she placed her hands on the counter to further ensure that she looked like she could see something. “I’ve been waiting for ten minutes, and I still haven’t gotten my drink.”

The person behind the counter seemed to be confused, “I don’t remember serving you, miss. What’s your name?”

Kris almost grinned as she said, “Kris, but you may have spelled my name with a Ch instead of a K.” She pointed vaguely to where sheknew the computer was, because it was talking to her.

The person checked on the computer and then gasped, but the gasp was only loud enough for Kris to hear with her enhanced senses. “I’m so sorry, miss. I must have missed it, here, let me pay the money back for the wait.”

Which made Kris grin on the inside, she was getting a free drink and free money. She took the drink from the guy and then the money. Then she said, “Thank you,” and made her way to a seat. She clumsily climbed into the seat—it was an inanimate object, and so never moved and the smell was always the same. Then she pushed the money in her pocket and sipped on her hot drink. While she was at it, she might as well survey the people she’d cut to get her drink.

There were a lot, and she was happy that she’d cut in line. Then there was this one guy that seemed to be staring at her. What was his problem? Or maybe it was because she was ‘staring’ at him without knowing it. Kris did that sometimes. Instead, she focused on her drink, turning back to it and everything. On her shoulder, Silvertip chirred. Not many people took notice of the bird, many believed she was just a stuffed plush of some kind. The bird hastily flapped her wings and reconfigured them. Kris was used to it, but she drew even more wondering glances from the people in Starbucks. Oh well, they could stare all they liked, there was no rules banning birds from Starbucks, especially seeing eye birds.

[mohinder]

Mohinder was usually a very patient person. However, it was quite the opposite for him today. Of course, it was only his third day with this incontrollable hunger. Why the hell did Sylar have to do this to him? He would have just been happy at the pearly gates that have this incontrollable hunger. It really didn’t make sense to him. How could someone without Intuitive Aptitude be able to gain the hunger? He had to research this perhaps Primatech had something on things like this.

As he was thinking in his own little world he noticed a little girl came into the shop and cut in front of people. However, he was going to say something, but decided that he would just keep his mouth shut as he watched the girl very carefully. He was a good observer and this little girl seemed as if she had some kind of power. Interesting he thought to himself as for some reason as all of sudden he had a craving to kill something.

He closed his eyes to stop the craving. He took out a small Hershey bar that was in his pocket and ate it as it was almost his turn to order his coffee. He sighed as it was finally his turn. “I want a Tall Tazo Chai Tea Latte and a Grande Carmel Frapp” He said as he placed his hands in his pocket ready to get out money. The cashier then asked Mohinder his name. “It’s Mohinder” He began “But I think I should tell you how to spell it” He said a bit sarcastically. He was never sarcastic with people unless it was Sylar. Perhaps it was the hunger talking. “M-O-H-I-N-D-E-R” He said as he spelled his name out.

Mohinder pulled out his money and received change back. He then went to where the coffee would come and he waited for his two drinks that he ordered. He hoped that these people wouldn’t take forever in gathering his drink. As he was minding his own business he received a phone call. He answered it. He wasn’t paying much attention as a customer came randomly ran into him spilling hot coffee on his jacket that he was wearing. Usually when this happen he would just tell the person it wasn’t their fault.

However, he hung up the phone. Something was wrong with him.
He began to get angered and he grabbed the person that was apologizing by the arm and used his superhuman strength snapping the man’s arm. He just blinked because of his superhuman hearing it was echo in his ears. He slowly took his hand away from the man. “Sorry” He managed to say as the man was screaming in pain and the man ran out of the Starbucks. Mohinder placed his phone into his pocket. The entire Starbucks just stared at him. He slowly grabbed his coffee as the coffee person called his name. He took his coffees and hoped everyone would stop staring at him.

He started to whistle innocently as he saw the girl that had cut in front of everyone. He was trying to look for an open seat and the only open was seating was with her. He wondered if he should ask her for if he could seat next to her and finish his Tazo Chai Latte before heading to Primatech. “Um…” He began “Do you mind if I sit here?” He asked as in calm voice as everyone who was staring at him went back to their usual business.

[aubrey]

Kris hadn’t exactly seen what had happened, how could she? But she did know the gist of it, and was curious as to what would happen next. This guy that she’d totally skipped over in line had caused a ruckus, and a bigger one than hers, too. It took everyone’s attention off of her and placed it on him, for which she was thankful. But something told her that today just wasn’t this guy’s day.

Nor was it the other guy’s day that ran into this guy. But the other guy ran off, and even though he was an adult, Kris thought he should have been calling for his mommy. He certainly was making a big enough racket. The guy soon raced off, and despite wanting to know more about him, someone she couldn’t smell or hear was off-limits to her.

Which turned her sights back onto the other guy. He had just picked up his coffee and was supposedly searching out a place to sit. Kris was almost sure there were no other seats open. She could deduct that two ways: the first because she could hear the low murmur of voices and the tapping of computer keys many places around her; and the second because she could smell that a lot of people were in here. That guy’s only choice of seating was the seat next to her.

Would he take it?

He would. Kris could only stare in front of her as she found herself listening closely to the chair squeaking across the floor. She could hear the minute movements of the chair, and that would better help her to figure out how much this guy weighed. And when he was sitting she could listen to him speak to get the gist of his height. However, he did not readily sit down.

Kris turned to look at what she thought was approximately the dude’s mouth. She could hear his intake and outtake of breath, but she wasn’t sure if she was looking at his mouth, his nose, or his neck. She knew she wasn’t looking at his eyes. He was Indian, and he was definitely male. She could discern that much by scent—and even though all people smelled different they still always smelled masculine. This man was no different, though his smell was off. Only a couple other people’s smells were off, one of them being Jorja, her sister.

“Sure, mister, if you don’t mind sharing a seat with a complete stranger.” Kris said, smiling devilishly. She took a sip of her drink, but continued to stare at some point on his face. “You’re different, mister.”

[mohinder]

Mohinder was thinking that the little girl that he asked to sit next to was going to tell him to get lost. Nevertheless, he was very, very surprised that she spoke to him and told him it was alright. He sat down in the chair right across from her and laughed. When she said that he was different. He just shook his head and drank his one of his coffees. He glanced at her and tried to figure out if she was blind or something. Perhaps he was right or was he wrong!?

She was right. He was different, but he wasn’t going to admit that. As far as he knew this girl didn’t have abilities and he was probably the only one in this joint with abilities or were there other people in this establishment with abilities also. Mohinder could near figure out his superhuman senses. He was only good at two of that aspect of his ability. It was only hearing and sight. He wasn’t good with smell or touch. Perhaps he should really practice those.

He then decided that he would actually reply to her question. “Yeah, I might be different, I’m not from these parts” He said as drank his Tazo Tea. “Or am I something much more?” He said as he leaned back in his chair and gave a smirk, not knowing if she could see his smirk. He began to wonder if this was going to be an interesting conversation. Perhaps if this was interesting he would delay into going to Primatech. He could always run to Primatech. He had the ability of speed and rarely used the ability at all. To be perfectly honest, he rarely used his abilities.

What was the point in having abilities if you didn’t use them?

Mohinder wondered to himself. Sometimes it was nice to have abilities, but now he thought it was a curse. Of course, he met a lot of people who classified their gift as curse. He was now those people who classified it as a curse. Nevertheless, it was only after Sylar had killed him that he started to think his own abilities were a curse. People had the right to think of it as a gift or curse. It just was part of human nature and it really didn’t matter how people thought of it.

He was lost in this thoughts about abilities being a curse when he noticed that he had been ignoring the girl. “Sorry” He said quickly apologize. “I just have a lot of my mind that what happens when you are old like me” He said admitting that older people always thought to much out of their minds and were always quiet. Then again he did that a lot. It was just a part of his personality. He had trust issues with people and he was always quiet when he should be speaking to people.

And yet he couldn’t figure out why he was even teaching. Okay, so he wasn’t teaching anymore. He was a scientist not a professor anymore. Of course, he loved to teach, but sometimes it felt boring. He sighed as he collected his thoughts again as he finished his Tazo Tea. He decided that perhaps he should introduce himself. "Anyway, I'm Mohinder Suresh" He said thinking it would be kind to tell this little girl his name.

[aubrey]

Kris fidgeted. The guy hadn’t gotten what she had said. Why hadn’t the guy gotten what she’d said? Well, it could have helped if she’d just come out and said it, ‘you have abilities.’ However, she hadn’t just come out and said it, and so the guy hadn’t gotten her gist. Not many people got her gist, but because of that, Kris was used to it. She sighed, exasperated, and her bird shrieked. This drew even more looks from the surrounding people. Didn’t they know that Silvertip was trained and wouldn’t attack unless Kris told her to?

Silvertip was probably even more well-mannered than any seeing-eye dog. The bird had only ever really known Kris, and so thought of her as her mom. Silvertip always sat on Kris’s padded shoulder, and never moved unless she had to eat or use the bathroom. Even then, the obedient bird always came back to her.

She continued to stare at the man when he fell silent. She didn’t really realize that this had been an awkward silence because she was too intent on staring at him. Yes, the smell she had smelled before was definitely coming from him. He was different like her and Jorja. He had a power. And yes, that was Tazo Tea, a tea that she really didn’t like, and wouldn’t be caught dead drinking. And he was warm, though it was cold outside.

Thinking of the warmth, she unconsciously reached down to feel her feet. They were still cold, so she rearranged herself so that her feet were under her and she was now sitting on her knees. She was taller now than she had been before. Silvertip, in all of that hubbub, had only just slightly parted her wings for balance. When she felt suitably happy about the fact that her toes would no longer freeze off, she turned back to the man just in time to hear him say that adults have a lot on their minds. ‘Not just adults,’ she thought bitterly, ‘but children know how to multitask.’ And then he said his name was Mohinder Suresh, definitely some sort of Indian name… which accounted to his smell and slight accent.

“I’m Kristolyn Bell.” Kris said, extending her hand, but not knowing if it was too high over the table or not. She had to be careful in these instances, because she didn’t want to poke anyone’s eyes (or guts, depending) out. “But everyone calls me Kris.” She didn’t want to say that ‘everyone’ was her sister. She didn’t like the others calling her Kris, because whenever they said her name, it always came out wrong. “And you are different, mister. I can smell these differences, and not many people smell different… in one sense of the term.” She sniffed, but this sniff was to keep snot from falling out of her nose. “You are different from all the other people, just like me and my sister.” She leaned in, being careful to not smell the horrid stench of the guy’s tea, “you have an ability… or more than one, the smell doesn’t tell me that much, but I know you have an ability.”

[mohinder]

The Indian watched the young girl fidget around. He just raised an eyebrow at the bird. He hadn’t seen one of those birds in quite a while. Of course, the last time he saw that particular bird was in Australia when he was doing some activating evolution promotion. He shifted his body a bit because he had sat on the edge of the chair and wanted to move his body to the middle of the chair instead of the edge.

He nodded as the girl introduced herself. “It’s very nice to meet you, Kristolyn” He said with a slight smile. Of course, the girl in front of him probably didn’t know that he was smiling. Or did she know. She seemed liked an intelligent young girl and they were rare to found in places. He sort of reminded of the stories his mother used to tell to him about his sister Shanti.

He fell silent again as he thought about his sister Shanti. What would she think of him? They never knew one another and why was he thinking what a dead person would think of him now. Why did he always think about his family and what was the outcome of his actions going to be. He felt as if he was going down the wrong path.

He needed to go down the right path. Mohinder listened very carefully to this little girl. She was absolutely right he was different. He was finally a special person and finally was able to be like the people that he once helped as knowing about them and everything. He had no clue why he wanted to be like them. But he was like them now. He moved his tea that he was finished drinking and placed in the trash can that was near them.

He decided that he would finally give into this girl’s different business. “Yes, I’m different” He said repeating himself. “I have abilities, I have….” He paused a moment. He wondered if he should tell this little girl his ability. He decided to lie. “I have the ability to know how things work, drives me insane really” He said sighing. It was lie. This was girl was probably smart to realize that he was lying about his abilities.

[aubrey]

Kris noticed even the minutest movements every minute of the day, even when she was asleep, though her tired mind did not pick up on those movements normally. Now she noticed as the Indian sat farther back in his chair, which signaled that he wanted to talk to her more. He was going to talk with a blind person. She wondered, though, if he knew that she was blind; if he could tell by the way she looked at him, and by the way that she moved and acted that she could not see. Or maybe she put up enough of an act so that it looked like she could see, so that it looked like she was normal like every other person.

Then he threw away his drink, which brought a smile to the girl’s face. She sipped her own drink, barely able to swallow the liquid because her smile was so wide. When she set the drink down, Silvertip hopped down off of the girls’ shoulder and stuck her head into the cup—it did not have a cap on it. Kris could hear Silvertip lapping at the drink. She didn’t care—she and Silvertip shared drinks all the time, and now was no different.

Then the man spoke, but she could feel the tenseness in the air as he did so. She could tell the minute difference of him telling the truth earlier in his sentence, ‘I’m different,’ and the lies, ‘…the ability to know how things work…’ Did he obviously believe Kris was that dumb? Kris knew that the guy was lying, and she knew that he knew that she knew he was lying. He was trying to see if she was as smart as he thought by giving her a lie, wasn’t he? Well, she wouldn’t play that game.

Shrewdly, the girl petted the bird’s wings. Silvertip, while still drinking the drink, spread her wings so that Kris could play with her flight feathers. “You know,” She said, almost absentmindedly, “A bird’s wings are sort of like a cat’s whiskers.” She drew her hands down the back of Silvertips’s glossy feathers. “If you pull them out, or clip them, the bird becomes disoriented, unable to fly. If you cut a cat’s whiskers, the cat looses all sense of balance.” She felt her fingers move down Silvertip’s back, and the bird arched her back much like a cat would. “The same thing happens with lies.”

She knew she was looking at the man’s eyes now. She could feel his intense stare burn into her, just as she was sure her stare was burning into him. “Grow the lies long enough, and you grow disoriented. You can’t keep track of your lies, you tell ones that wouldn’t make sense with the others, that wouldn’t work. You grow confused, and people tell you on your lies.”

After a moment of letting the man think of what she had said, she blinked. “So, will you continue to bind your wavering spell, or tell the truth?”

[mohinder]

Mohinder knew that this little girl was blind. He wasn’t that disoriented and he knew he was lying. He was just seeing if this girl really was intelligent and she was intelligent for age. He just listened to her as she talked about cats and birds. That was totally off subject, but she was probably having a point that he was lying.

The Indian had lied at lot to people and he knew what he lied to them about. He never once thought about lying about his powers to people like him. However, he was just ashamed of his powers to be honest. Perhaps he should tell her the truth. He just bit the inside of his lip, in nervousness as he listened to more to the blind girl.

The blind girl or Kris was now speaking about lies. He was so right on target. She knew that he was lying. Some people were good at catching lies and some people weren’t. This kid was very clever at catching the lies. So now he had to inform Kris of his ability. He just shook his head as he unfolded his arms and leaned forward in his chair.

“Very well,” He began in a whisper “I have Superhuman Abilities, as in Senses, Speed, and Strength” He admitted as he leaned back in his chair again. Yes, he was making more movement and he really honestly didn’t give a shit if it annoyed everyone in the Starbucks or if it annoyed the girl. To be perfectly honest, he had no clue why he was even talking to a blind girl with a bird.

He paused for a long time before he decided to speak again, “So you’re going to tell me your ability or abilities right? Or do I have get my roommate over here to get out of you?” He asked a bit sarcastically.

[aubrey]

Kris studied the man still. Though she had already sniffed him out and could probably discern his cent anywhere, he was so different that she was surprised. Sure, he had lied, but he was human, and she had forgiven him—if only at the end of a long speech. But he was different. She creased her forehead, frowning. He moved too much, and in her ears each slight movement of cloth roared loudly.

Kris sat there for a while afterward, staring seemingly at him. She made a temple of her fingers. Silvertip stopped drinking, and chirped at the man. Kris was wondering how to phrase all of her powers when the man threatened her. It wasn’t much of a thread, who would sick a roommate on a defenseless girl? But Kris acted surprised anyway.

“Well, I’m sorry if I angered you,” she said, snidely. “But first I should tell you not to move that much. I may be blind—and if you haven’t noticed that, then you must be stupid—but all that unnecessary movement hurts my ears.” As if in acknowledgement, Silvertip chirped.

“Now onto the question of my abilities.” Kris said, and held her cup, which had once been full with drink, and turned it into gold. “You may have already noticed that I have enhanced senses—all but for my eyes—but I have other abilities as well. I’m sure I’ve stolen abilities I don’t remember, but the ones I do remember are alchemy, the ability to conversate with technology, phasing, and the ability to create blissful moments or horrified moments. I got phasing from my sister, but I dunno where I got the others.”

Then she nodded to Silvertip, who was busy preening. “I got Silvertip here from Jorja, also. But the bird has no abilities other than telling me where steps are and whatnot. She’s my seeing-eye bird.”

After that, she handed the golden Starbucks cup to Mohinder, “I don’t believe I’ll need this. Sell it and buy yourself clothes that don’t swish so much. Or buy yourself a pet, you sound like you need one.”

[mohinder]

“Well, I’m sorry if I angered you,” she said, snidely. “But first I should tell you not to move that much. I may be blind—and if you haven’t noticed that, then you must be stupid—but all that unnecessary movement hurts my ears.” As if in acknowledgement, Silvertip chirped.

Mohinder gave a slight chuckle. “You know I’m not stupid, but I know movement hurts your ears, I just like pissing people off” He said as he shook his head and decided that he wouldn’t make any unnecessary moves, but it really didn’t matter to him.

The Indian listened to the blind girl. There were only two options for her ability. It was either Intuitive Aptitude or Empathic Mimicry. Mohinder nodded, “Alright so you have either Intuitive Aptitude or Empathic Mimicry.” He concluded. He wasn’t sure if this little girl knew exactly what her power was. But he had a few guesses.

“Well, that is interesting, and Silvertip is a lovely bird” He said in a polite matter. Hoping that he didn’t sound any sarcastic. He was trying his best not to sound sarcastic to her, but sometimes it would probably never work, so he was probably going to hear from her in the next few moments.

Mohinder just looked at the cup, “Thank you” He said rolling his eyes, “I have a pet, just have a hard time tracking it down, because my roommate likes to play to it and never puts it away” He said shaking his head.

The Indian than got up. "Well, it was nice talking to you Kris, but I'm afraid I must go" He said "Have a good day" He said as he walked away.