Break away {Celestyn}

[viruzfitia]

Sylar had heard recently that there was a young woman by the name of Celestyn in search for specials to study and has yet to be allowed one, so why not start with the best? Sylar often thought of himself as the peak of evolution, a creature that couldn't be killed and couldn't be stopped, at least not in any manner he knew of. He had halted his killing, at least for the time being, because there was something wrong... he was searching for something... a connection.

It had been months since Sylar had taken the ability of shape shifting, an ability that has allowed him to blend in as a normal member of society, allowing his actions to go unnoticed as just another face in the crowd. He had been once known as Gabriel Gray the watchmaker but his desire to be special and unique has left him as nothing more then a painful scar on the memories of others; He has no one to remember him and to keep his name alive. What would be the point of existing if you couldn't make one honest connection with another?

Arriving to an apartment complex disguised currently as Bob Jones, a bartender who had been unfortunate to be Sylar's current new form, albeit temporarily. After arriving to the door of Celestyn he knocked gently, he moved his hand over the handle and caused the locking mechanism to slide open and the door to open without making a sound before walking in...

[celestyn]

Celeste was at her desk doing some more research on the human brain and how it might be connected to how humans evolved, most likely it had nothing to do with it but she didn’t want to leave any rock uncovered. Her coffee cup in one hand and the other typing away at her laptop she hadn’t heard the knock on the door. With her pen in her mouth she was about to call out a curse word because of spilling her hot coffee on her desk. “Damn it.” She stated dropping the pen as she put her coffee cup down and headed for the kitchen.

Today was a lounging around day so she was in comfy sweats and a too big sweat shirt, it wasn’t like she had company nor did she know anyone really in the big city. It was nothing like her small hometown. Being by herself always felt weird when before her siblings and her all lived at home. Things were always loud in the James home and she liked it that way.

While walking to the kitchen she noticed that her door was opening. She hadn’t given anyone a key nor did any family members live close by. Her green eyes grew wide as she saw a man entering her place. “Um you don’t live here.” She was quite calm for someone just seeing a person breaking an entering. “I’ll call the cops. I scream really loud.” Her eyes darted for the baseball she had in her coat rack but then they went back to the man.

[viruzfitia]

Sylar took a few steps into the apartment and stood there, waiting to be seen. He had wanted to give the guise off that he was who he said he was and not some sort of psychotic serial killer there to find a list of people with special abilities; Granted, he wouldn't mind a list, but that wasn't important at that moment. He had come to help, or at least it seemed that way to him, but the thought of such a thing was a foreign belief as he had always lived for himself ever since he had taken his new identity and left his old life behind.

“Um you don’t live here... I’ll call the cops. I scream really loud.”

As soon as Celestyn spotted him in her apartment he began to play his part perfectly as he gave a terrified look, as if afraid he was going to get arrested. "No, don't do that!" He yelled to her as he extended his hand and caused the phone to go flying across the room before pulling his hands back towards his chest. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what's happening to me... I need help."

Sylar gave a slight tear in the eye, as if to try and play off his part all the more: A terrified man who is beginning to develop abilities. He couldn't help but smirk slightly on the inside. He took a few steps towards her slowly, "My name is Robert Jones. My friends call me Bob..."

[celestyn]

Celeste looked at the phone as it went flying. “My God.” Her mouth flung open as she then started jumping up and down clapping her hands together. “They are real. They are.” She had never seen someone with a power before sure she tested people’s blood and saw videos of it but never in person. If she was more of a girl she would have probably grabbed the man and make him jump with her.

She stopped jumping and gave Bob a look, a sad one, seeing he had a tear in his eye. “Aw sweetheart its ok.” She took his hand and shook it. “Hi Bob I’m Celestyn but you can call me Celeste. Walking to the door she shuts it as she then walks past Bob heading for her small living room. “Come on in we can talk.” Sure inviting someone in you didn’t know was wrong but he had a power, a power she really would enjoy studying.

She got out her notebook which had others names in it just like Chandra had. “Now please tell me how this all happened?” It was like she was a real therapist, talking about problems, trying to fix them or at least help them.

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“My God," Celestyn exclaimed to Sylar before suddenly jumping in excitement, exactly the way he expected a young geneticist to do; His power also made it easy to read her, allowing him to know what each movement she did meant and how it was aimed at him. “They are real. They are," she exclaimed in excitement, making Sylar raise his eyebrow at the young woman. Sure those with abilities had been exposed, but was it that rare to see his kind now that the cat was out of the bag? In fact it was beginning to become common to see a few figures in the sky as they flew to work, something that shouldn't be a common every day thing.

“Aw sweetheart its ok... Come on in we can talk.”

Sylar followed her into the living room, showing the only thing that could never be hidden: His walk as if he were hunter stalking prey. "Um... it's been all over the news, how could you think the freaks weren't?" He said with a somewhat cautious voice. He could he call his own kind freaks? Easily. To him, they were basically food, feeding the superior life form that would one day be the only one... the only thing that was left special.

“Now please tell me how this all happened?”

Sylar then sat down on her couch and watched as she sat across from him. "I mean... I want this gone. I don't want to be a freak of nature." Sylar put his elbows on his knees and his hands on his face, holding it and rocking slightly back in forth, selling as if he had just had this happen. "I hurt someone. I hurt many people, but it wasn't my fault. I lost control." He spoke somewhat, asking to know that which he had wanted to know. How could he be remembered, to not be forgotten like dust in the wind? He let a few tears hit the floor slightly, smirking while he covered his face.

He wiped his face and looked at her, straight in the eyes, "This gift: It's a curse. It damns us all to hell."

[celestyn]

Celeste could see the confusion on Bob’s face, she stopped jumping and gave him a look. “I’m sorry just never saw anyone with a power so up and personal.” Sure she had seen things on the street but that was rare since she hardly went out with her work nagging her and all. Maybe if she stepped out into the big world earlier she would have seen many powers about. She really wished she could get to talk to the President about this but he was a very busy man.

As she sat down across from him she gave him a weary look. “You aren’t a freak. You’re special.” She tapped her hand on his knee as he sat down. “You have so much potential with this gift.” She could just picture all the things he could do to help save people. His gift was remarkable and she kind of wished she could take it from him for herself.

It could be easily seen that Bob was in pain. ”There are a lot of you out there. Maybe if you meet and talk to others you will not feel as alone.” What was she saying? She felt alone even without powers. Placing a hand to her mouth when he stated he hurt people. “Are they dead?” She prayed that wasn’t the case but if it was she had her work cut out. A gust of sorrow hit her as Bob looked into her eyes. “As far as I know there is no way to get rid of your powers.” She took his hand into hers. “If you want I’ll try to find a way for you.”

[viruzfitia]

"I’m sorry just never saw anyone with a power so up and personal.”

He still gave a slight raise of the brow at her, but that was the extent of it. Sure people with abilities had been exposed, but that still didn't keep anyone from hiding their abilities still from the public; Those who wished to live a normal life were the only ones who seemed to be doing this.

“You aren’t a freak. You’re special... You have so much potential with this gift.”

As she spoke he found that her hand had traveled onto his leg as a way to sort of try and show him that everything would be alright. But how could it be alright? Life was just becoming more and more difficult for him to hide amongst the crowds of people and if things would continue the government would eventually catalog every person who possesses an ability in the entire United States; Basically any way to detect who he was spelled bad news for him.

”There are a lot of you out there. Maybe if you meet and talk to others you will not feel as alone.” She spoke in a relaxing tone as she gave him a comforting smile, which was ended rather abruptly as he told her he had hurt people. “Are they dead?”

Sylar looked at her and pushed his hair backwards, causing it to shape shift into his original slicked back look. "They had something I wanted that couldn't be taken any other way. My ability caused a hunger that I couldn't control at the time. It forced a me to seek out to know and understand everything... but when I met my father I realized I didn't wish to end up like him, alone and pitiful, which is why I took this ability." As he stood up and looked down to her, looking deep into her eyes, his physiology changed entirely as his skin began to shift and alter as he returned to his true form: he was now Sylar.

"Perhaps a connection is all I need to this world. A connection that can remember me as something more then the big bad boogie man... just some way to leave out all the rest."

[celestyn]

(OOC: so sorry for the wait. Easter got to me.)

Celeste watched as Bob tried to find the works to tell her what she had asked. Then he slicked back his hair and it changed, in style in color. That was odd but she was more focused on if she had let a killer inside her house. “What do you mean?” He was talking about taking abilities when he had only shown that he had one power. Her eyes look at him as he stands.

“You’re not Bob are you?” She was taken back by everything but somewhere deep inside she knew that she was safe. Standing up she went over to Bob, touching his face as he spoke about a connection. This man in front of her, his brown eyes looking like he was a puppy dog, who wouldn’t melt around him? “I have no idea what you are talking about.” She stated honestly as her hand rested on his chest, her green eyes looking into those brow ones.

“But if it means much to you. I’ll look past whatever you have done in the past.” Surely she wasn’t like most women in this situation but something called out to her. Like the man in front of her needed something from her. She was going to help him at no cost even if that meant going above the law.

[viruzfitia]

“You’re not Bob are you?”

He gave her a smile as he looked at her, "Bob was just another victim, another piece of this flawed design we call life. He had no family, no friends, and so he will fade. Be forgotten from the world." He looked her in the eyes as she touched his chest.

“I have no idea what you are talking about. But if it means much to you. I’ll look past whatever you have done in the past.”

Look past what had past? How could she if she had no idea what it was he had done? Who he had hurt and why? "You say such things, but if you knew of the horrors I have performed on others you would quickly change your tune. The look you give would be dead and cold towards me as those I have killed and those I have tortured..." He grabbed her wrist and looked at her, "The person I once was and the name I went by feels as though that person has been dead forever. I took another name of a watch that was just as complicated as I was: Sylar."

[celestyn]

“That sounds so much like me.” She tries to smile but deep down she couldn’t because she was right. Though her family would say she was loved but she spent way too much time involved in her work to form any lasting connections at all. “I bet I’ll fade away as well.”

She gave a small shriek when he gripped her wrists. Fear in her eyes broke as he said he had tortured and killed people. “Sylar?” Her eyes dropped to the ground. She had read the news about the serial killer and then after some digging she had found out that he was indeed patient zero. “Gabriel Gray. I read about you in Dr. Suresh’s notes.” She wasn’t as scared as she thought. “You couldn’t control it. Not everything you have done is your fault.”

Sure she was here trying to tell a killer that she was ok with him. But she was. No matter what she kept saying in her head she was okay with the past. “I still want to help you.” Her eyes looked into his. “Let me help Gabriel.” She stated in a stern voice as if she was the one with power.

[viruzfitia]

"That sounds so much like me... I bet I'll fade as well."

She shrieked slightly as Sylar grabbed her, fear filling her eyes as she heard his name. Sylar was what he went by, but that wasn't his real name, at least it was slowly becoming less of a name he wished to be called any more. Before he had a chance to correct her his trail of thought was interrupted. "Gabriel Gray. I read about you in Dr. Suresh's notes... you couldn't control it. Not everything you have done is your fault."

She spoke of Suresh's notes, but was she referring to Mohinder or Chandra? He would rather not just blurt it out real loud and be direct with questions, instead he planned on using his abilities to get the answers he wanted. With the notes from either Chandra or Mohinder he could easily get a new list of possible subjects to hunt down as well as the process he used to create it.

"I still want to help you... let me help Gabriel."

His desire for abilities was relatively strong still, after all now that the cat was out of the bag the use of abilities would become more and more widespread it was only a matter of time until more power mimics and those with his ability surfaced to try and take what is his; by that time he would be able to eliminate them one by one until there would be none left. For now he would have to play his part to get what he needed from her while still finding the answers he desired to know for himself...

"It's interesting that Dr. Suresh would write down my real name, especially since my actions would implicate him in an crimes I had done. Accomplices serve time in jail too, you know." He let her wrists go and walked towards a nearby counter next to the window, resting his hand on it as he looked out the window. "And for some reason, I believe you want to help. The first step in helping me is letting me review Dr. Suresh's notes. Maybe he had some theories as to stop what I've become and, possibly, return to just a simple watchmaker from Queens..." He turned and looked at Celestyn. "So, where is it you keep these notes?"

[celestyn]

Celeste gave him a look as he talked about jail time. Dr. Suresh was already dead he didn’t need to worry about a damn thing. Though she knew he had killed her mentor she was willing to help him. Something in her head was going crazy or maybe she had been for years. “Notes?” She raises an eye brow before she walks closer to her desk.

“Well most of his notes are on my computer.” She points to the screen then to the book case. “Then all of his of books our on the shelves. Just don’t ask me how I got them.” She knew that the doctor’s son Mohinder was probably looking for the woman who stole some of his father’s research or maybe that company was looking for her. Her face saddens. “But I don’t think he has anything on stopping your powers. In fact he has a lot of how you got them.”

[viruzfitia]

“Notes? Well most of his notes are on my computer.”

He watched as she walked over to the desk, taking a slight glance at her bum. It was nice and perky, just like Elle's was before he left her. Elle had an ability, someone he was incapable of ever really having a relationship with because of her gift; He couldn't help but view other specials as threats or prey, it was just the way he was wired. Maybe it was the way she tried and tried to accept him no matter what he kept telling her, or her willingness to just let him go off and kill with the list, but he felt attracted to her.

Humans, he often thought, were the lower forms of life on the planet while actually it was growing slightly more apparent to Sylar that they were actually better then the rest of his kind; Sure they argued and fought, but none of them were a living embodiment of evil besides a select few. His species killed for personal gain or hid in the shadows and avoided using their gifts even when others were in trouble because of their own fears. Fear: That was something Sylar knew nothing of.

“Then all of his of books our on the shelves. Just don’t ask me how I got them. But I don’t think he has anything on stopping your powers. In fact he has a lot of how you got them.”

He halted his thought processes as she spoke to him, his face slightly blushing as he thought she had caught him staring at her posterior end as she gave a saddened face. He then realized she was giving this look because she knew how he became who he was now and, through the notes, she possibly saw images of his little dirty work. "Back then before this all happened I wasn't capable of making any sort of change. I was the equivalent of a caterpillar building its cocoon. I was flawed and needed to be redesigned." He walked up to her a smiled as he touched the keys of the computer, his clairsentience picking up the history of the object, giving him knowledge of her passwords. "What you've read was me trying to reach my true potential. My method of retrieval for abilities was more potent, but also more flawed..." He looked over her with his Intuitive Aptitude, studying her body language in an attempt to understand as to whether or not she was even afraid of him. "... I can sacrifice the experience I could gain through direct study and still obtain the ability. But sometimes that's just more dangerous."

Sylar was referring to, of course, the incident in New York where Peter Petrelli almost lost control of Ted Sprague's ability. Peter lacked the experience that Sylar had gained through direct observation of the brain and, as a result, blew up above the city. If that had been the end of Peter then things in his life would've changed. Perhaps Sylar would've never gotten the chance to have Mohinder cure him of the Shanti Virus and he would've died painfully and helpless, similar what some animals experience a few moments before death. The thought of such things was unpleasant. "I'm sure those notes speak nothing about this development in my ability. Am I right?"