I'm currently listening to REM, Everybody Hurts which really makes me nostalgic. Also as an update I am currently working on a (very) short story - inspired by the Killers' song "Goodbye Travel Well". Unless it turns out to be very bad I will probably post it after the weekend when I will have finished it (if I won't finish it in the next 1 hour. I'm currently at school waiting for my last two lessons of Theory of Knowledge which is a bit of a time waster... So I've got a little time to work on it).
For now please enjoy Fireworks chapter 4.
~PhotoKisser
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Chapter 4
The Side Story… ish…
“Could you answer that, please?”
Knock, knock…
Quiet knocking broke through the silence in the room. A little dark haired girl went towards the door and opened it. A tall man in glasses was standing at the door looking around.
‘Hello Molly!’ he said gently. ‘Where’s Mohinder?’ he asked not even letting the little girl respond.
‘He’s out…’ Molly answered with her mouth full. As always she was very stiff with talking to the man. But after yesterday she felt a bit more comfortable around him. She remembered how he let her buy some candy (but there was the strict rule of “not eating everything at once”). ‘He left me a message that he’d be back quickly but he hasn’t come back yet…’ she ate the big chocolate chip cookie quickly as though she thought that Bennet could take it away from her. “It’s been 40 minutes already” she added in her thoughts sadly. She woke up as the door from the apartment closed and she had a bad feeling about Mohinder’s sudden “trip”. He usually told her everything at least a couple hours before he did it.
‘Well this is weird…’ Bennet thought out loud. It was most probable that he just left to see what’s with Sylar, but there still was a weird feeling inside him when he thought of it.. From what Noah heard he was in quite a bad shape when Mohinder found him. But right now, he couldn’t think of anyone except for the one man who made him travel the whole country. ‘Molly…’ he said quietly bending his knees and kneeling carefully. ‘Could you please find one person for me?’ he asked. In his soul he begged for the little girl to say ‘yes’.
But she didn’t. Molly looked at Bennet’s glasses and shook her head.
‘Mohinder said that I shouldn’t use my powers to find other people like me. That they could be hurt because of that…’
Noah smiled, cursing Mohinder’s “wisdom” in his head.
‘Well Mohinder was right. But I don’t plan to do anything bad to him… I just want to…’ he whispered something into the little girl’s ear. Her eyes sparkled as she nodded.
Molly looked at the picture Noah gave her. She pulled an atlas out from one of the bookcases and put it on the table. Bennet looked as she turned the pages with her eyes closed. Finally her hand stopped on one point where she pinned a pin. Bennet smiled with excitement, looking at the point where the metal made a little hole.
Later
Bennet dialed a number on his cell phone. He didn’t even have to look at the screen and the buttons.
Beeeep… beeeep… beeeep…
‘Hi!’ a voice answered.
‘Anything new?’ Bennet asked coldly looking strait ahead at the street.
‘About what…?’ asked the man on the other side.
‘About him…’ Bennet made it strait for him.
‘Oh, right!’ the Indian finally understood. ‘He’s still unconscious. Can you meet me later at his place? It’s in Queens. I hid him there for now. Looks like he’s not going to wake up for now… He’s had several dangerous cuts.’ Mohinder’s voice was a bit stiff with a bit of fear in it, but it was probably caused by the shock of seeing Sylar in his door yesterday.
‘OK, I’ll be there.’ Noah promised hanging up. ‘Be careful…’ he added when the speaker couldn’t hear him.
Bennet focused on driving now.
He stopped the car a few minutes later by a big apartment building. After a short moment he pushed the accelerator again and started moving slowly looking for a place to park the car. He found it after a few rounds and went towards the building. He climbed the stairs and found himself at the roof of the building. Now the hard part started.
‘Claude?’ he said to the empty space before him.
Nobody answered. Of course it wasn’t unexpected. Claude was a man whose biggest nightmare was for someone to see him. It was obvious that a simple call from the person who wanted to kill him just a few weeks ago was not going to make him appear.
Bennet went towards a big and old-looking metal cage. They were mostly filled with pigeons. He touched the cold metal bars of one of them. Something hit him on the head just as he took the tips of his fingers away. He fell to the ground unconscious.
Claude was looking at both his hands, holding a thin metal pipe and the man he had just took down.
‘Oh my God…’ he said to himself. The hit was bad. It was strong enough to kill a weak person, but – thank god – Noah was strong enough to survive after it.
In an act of desperation the Invisible Man tied his old partner to the leg of a cage. And then he waited.
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It wasn’t long till Bennet opened his eyes. The first thing he saw made him flinch. A big grayish blue pigeon stood before him looking strait at Bennet with its little golden eyes. The first thing that the tied up man thought was so irrational that for a brief moment he believed it.
‘You’re not so dangerous now, are you, Mr. Bennet?’ he heard a familiar voice from behind him.
‘Claude?’ Bennet gave a short sight of relief after making sure that what he thought was not true.
‘What does the Company want this time…?’ the Invisible Man asked appearing before him. He looked different then when he used to work at the company. His blond hair was a bit more messed up and he had a beard.
‘The company’s over…’ Bennet answered truthfully not changing the monotone tone of his voice even for a brief moment. ‘Linderman’s dead. I just wanted to…’
‘I won’t fall into that trap, you know that…’ Claude interfered. There was fear in his voice. All he wanted was to disappear from the community, but it seemed that his invisibility wasn’t enough to get what he wanted.
‘Even if it were a lie, it doesn’t matter! I already quit before the explosion.’ Bennet said peacefully. Staying calm was the best strategy in most situations.
‘And I should believe that… I wasn’t killed until now thanks to two things: luck and Peter. Although he’s probably the reason why you found me… Even so… It’s a pity he died…’
‘Wait… You know about that?’ Bennet tried to move at least slightly, but the ropes were too tight.
‘He told me about him exploding… Guess he didn’t lie after all…’ Claude replied
‘If you know that you should also know that Linderman’s dead along with the Company’ Bennet tried his best to get the man’s attention.
‘I said I’m not falling for that trick!’ Claude shouted, mostly just trying not to believe his old partner. He already decided not to trust him ever again, even when every cell in his body seemed to say that Bennet’s words were true.
‘Would you please shut up for a second and listen to me?’ Bennet shouted as Claude once again seemed to ignore his presence. The man closed his mouth a bit surprised with Noah’s sudden anger.
‘Thank you’ said Bennet calming down. Just when his lips formed the first word he felt something in his pocket.
Buzzzzz… buzzzzz…
Noah twitched as the phone started ringing.
‘Could you answer that, please?’ he asked the question so quiet that almost silently.
‘That’s what you wanted to say?’ asked Claude insulted.
‘No! It’s just that… my phone is ringing and it could be Claire… Or Molly…’ Bennet said with a bit of hope in his voice. He wasn’t the type to just not answer the phone, especially when the caller was somebody he didn’t want to talk with.
‘Okay…’ Claude gave away the victory. He took the phone out of Noah’s pocket and opened it. ‘Who’s Mohinder?’ he asked pushing the green button and placed the phone near his ear. ‘Hello?’
‘I need your help! You should come immediately! My apartment!’ he heard.
‘He says he needs your help, immediately… And that it’s in his apartment or something like that…’ Claude passed the information on closing the phone and ending the call. ‘One of your buddies I guess?’ he said.
‘He’s a geneticist... It doesn’t matter… I just wanted to…’ Bennet got interrupted again.
‘An Indian guy with curly hair? I think I saw him before… Peter told me about him a bit…’
‘I’m sorry…’ Bennet said quietly, giving up any hopes of getting Claude’s attention.
‘What did you say?’ the Invisible Man asked surprised.
‘I said I’m sorry!’ the man repeated a lot louder, almost screaming.
Only silence answered.
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