Love
~PhotoKisser
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Chapter 7
"When both sides benefit, it's called cooperation."
Sylar woke up with his head hurting and full of voices echoing in his mind. He felt heavy. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t even open his eyes. It was all his fault. He calmed his mind a little to separate the voices from each other. He heard two heartbeats he already knew and one that he couldn’t determine who it belonged to. The first two belonged to Noah Bennet from the “paper factory” where he used to be imprisoned and the invisible man. He was probably the one to hit him so hard that time. The third heartbeat reminded him of someone. It was slow and regular. Innocent. Finally he understood. It belonged to Mohinder. ‘Innocent?’ he thought with a little surprise. His mind wondered trying to determine if his thoughts were true or not. Mohinder definitely wasn’t innocent when pointing a gun at him, and shooting, and getting his spine fluids. But Sylar heard his heart beat like that before. Only once, but it still remained somewhere in his brain, almost forgotten. Mohinder was sleeping. That was the one thing he could be sure of.
Sylar tried to move his hand but ended up using lots of strength to gain nothing. Pain filled his entire body from toes to the top of his head. He shut his eyes even more. He knew he couldn’t open them now. Even a simple move like blinking could make those people realize he was not asleep.
He relaxed, let his stiff muscles loosen up, making the pain go away. He focused on the hearing sense slowly absorbing all the noise around him. For some reason this ability worked while he couldn’t use any others. At first he could hear every car passing by, even the drivers swearing as the traffic jam getting bigger, and bigger. Then he concentrated on the voices closer to him making all the others fade away. He couldn’t help but smile in his thoughts. This was his true ability. To control and understand. He could see how things work and thanks to that he could make any power obey him.
There was mostly silence in the room. The three heartbeats he heard from the beginning, the same number of breaths and some less major sounds like the water drops regularly hitting the bottom of the sink, Mohinder rubbing the cold wood of the bookcases. Look at that… The lizard once again freed itself from its aquarium. Sylar once again smiled in his thoughts feeling a bit nostalgic. Just like the animal escaped every time it was locked in it’s aquarium, so did Sylar when he was caught. He wondered if Bennet knew he was going to once again escape from him. Even though it wasn’t sure Sylar felt like there was no way he would die or stay in this place for long. He saw it.
‘You think it’s going to work?’ Sylar heard a voice with Irish accent. He never heard it before, so it was most likely the Invisible Man. Interesting.
‘Mohinder said that he couldn’t use his powers.’ He heard a familiar voice. It was Bennet. ‘At least in the beginning. But that is enough.’
Sylar smirked. He knew it could make the two people realize he wasn’t sleeping, but it didn’t matter anymore. He was now sure that it was the same drug as last time. And he knew exactly what to do now. He took a deep breath and exhaled a short moment afterwards. His breathing became more regular and relaxed. He loosened up his whole body as if he wanted to get out of it. He waited. It was the only way. He had to wait until he had enough strength to use his powers for just a brief moment. But it was all it took.
‘What about him’ the Irish continued asking questions.
‘It depends…’ a cold voice replied almost free of emotions.
Him. Sylar knew exactly who they were referring to. His whole efforts to strengthen up were put to waist. His breath became rapid and shallow and his muscles stiffened. A shock of pain went through his entire body and he pressed together his teeth to stop a scream coming out of his mouth.
Why…? Why did he act like that? It was the same as last time, when Mohinder stopped his attack. He tried again to calm down but his heart still couldn’t stop its fast beating. He cursed Mohinder in his thoughts and tried again promising himself to be as wary as it was possible.
It worked. He felt like the time slowed down for him a bit and closed his mind inside him letting the time pass by as he was half sleeping and half aware of what was going on around him. Focus on your heartbeat, he said to himself. Focus on small, regular sounds. Don’t let them get to your head. Everything else was like a dream, but one he could easily remember. They weren’t talking about anything serious. All they said about what really concerned him was that they wanted him to be awake. Good. That could give him enough time to recover. In theory he should sleep at least a couple of hours more.
Sylar smiled at the act he was going to prepare. These people knew nothing about him and his abilities. There was no way they could see through it. He slowly opened his eyes taking his time to get used to the light. Everything was prepared.
Sylar slowly raised his head looking with fake tiredness ahead of him. He had to use the short moment when the two men still didn’t notice him to turn of the IV. It was on his left. Just like the last time. A second to find it. He heard their hearts race faster. Another one to turn it off. A weak click could be heard as one of them unlocked his gun. The last moment to look at them…
He made it. Just as his head turned he and Bennet looked at each other. He was alone. Or at least the other guy… Claude was his name… was invisible.
His heartbeat. Both of them were nervous, but Claude seemed to panic. His breath was a lot more rapid and Sylar could hear him step from one foot to another. He cursed himself for not being fast enough. He must’ve seen him turn the IV off. But he didn’t know that Sylar could hear him. He was probably there to eventually stop him. This made it a lot easier. With that the invisible man couldn’t show himself and he couldn’t say anything to Bennet.
Sylar looked around a bit tired. He used up his strength to make the first step of his escape plan and now was the time to make the second one. Regaining energy. His eyes found another person whose heartbeat he heard earlier. The regular and shallow heartbeat. Mohinder’s heartbeat.
The Indian was sitting in a chair tied to it with duck tape. He looked as if he hasn’t slept for years. Weak and tired. Unconscious. Sylar could imagine that they gave him the same drug as they gave him, just in a smaller dose.
‘What did you do to him…?’ Sylar asked almost silently.
‘What was that?’ Bennet didn’t hear his question.
‘What did you do to him!?’ Sylar shouted acting as if he tried to free himself. Mohinder was a pretty good way to earn their trust.
‘Not much…’ Bennet answered using the same voice he had used when Sylar was imprisoned last time. ‘It’s weaker than what you have and it probably won’t leave any traces of it in his body. Completely harmless. But it’s weird… You, caring for other people… He tried to kill you, you know?’
‘Five times at least…’ Sylar made it straight. ‘Six counting the first time, actually… But he also helped me… So now I’m helping him…’
‘That’s different from what I heard from Mohinder… He said you were using him this morning.’
‘When both sides benefit it’s called cooperation.’ Sylar said with a smile.
‘Then what does he get from you…? Have you got anything that interest him?’
‘Oh, I got something… And he can’t do anything without me…’ Sylar’s smile changed into a wide grin. ‘What are you going to do to him…?’ he then asked making a more serious face.
‘It depends…’ Bennet answered the same way he did before. ‘If he’s helping you I guess I have no choice. Besides, he can even be one of you…’
‘Mohinder?’ Sylar laughed weakly. ‘I would’ve known if he had any power…’
‘Why is he helping you?’ Bennet asked. Sylar recognized that tone of voice. He used it when the killer was threatening his daughter, Claire. He was angry and afraid.
‘Because he is like me…’ Sylar answered calmly with a smile on his face.
‘What do you want to achieve?’ Noah continued with the questioning, trying not to believe what he heard.
‘Why should I tell you…? You can’t stop me, so why don’t you just wait for the results?’ the killer kept on being cold and calm making Bennet angrier and angrier. It was much easier to defeat a nervous person and a lot simpler to control him. ‘You don’t want to kill me…’
‘Answer or I’ll shoot him!’ Bennet shouted pointing the gun at Mohinder’s forehead. This was something Gabriel didn't foresee.
Bennet already put the Indian on his black list for intentionally helping Sylar, even though the two of them were getting along so well in the last few days. His desire to protect his daughter was so big he would kill Mohinder without a second of hesitation to keep her safe. Especially now, that the Indian was helping the person who once almost killed Clair. In the beginning he thought of simply shooting Sylar, but the murderer knew a lot of things he also desired to know. Plus, he wanted to make him suffer as much as it was possible. From what it looked like Sylar seemed a bit attached to the geneticist, so hurting him would be more painful then simply shooting the killer.
Sylar looked with a bit of fear at Mohinder. He dragged him into this mess. He ordered him to get help. It was his fault. No. It was Mohinder’s fault. He could’ve easily said he was being used and tried to disobey him, which was actually true, but instead he ended up just like him.
Sylar smiled hiding the little battle which was taking place in his soul. He knew exactly what would happen next, but even with that he couldn’t help but feeling a bit guilty and sorry for Mohinder.
Finally logic won over his emotions. It was the safest way at that moment.
‘Do it…’ Sylar whispered.
Bennet looked amazed at him.
‘Do it!’ Sylar repeated shouting.
‘I’m not joking, Gabriel!’ Noah said still pointing the gun at Mohinder, but looking in the direction of the other prisoner.
‘Then just get it over with! Or… maybe you’re just too scared…’
‘I’ll do what ever it takes to protect my family! Even if it means killing a friend…’ Bennet said with his hands trembling. The tension Sylar created became too much to handle.
‘Do it!’ Sylar screamed for the last time.
Bang! Bang!
Two bullets traveled through the room and stopped just before the Indian’s forehead. Sylar smirked. He already removed the tape holding him down. But before he stood up something held him down for a brief moment.
‘He wasn’t begging for his life… he was offering you yours…’ the three men heard a weak voice coming from the place, where the Indian was tied up. Then Sylar realized… There was a small change in his heartbeat. So subtle that he didn’t notice it.
Mohinder was smirking with his head still dropped a little to his knees.
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