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[1917edition]

"Peter!" Sylar smiled with delight. "Fancy running into you here." The other man was unfamiliar to him, and certainly not special as Peter, and he threw the man through the door and closed the door, tumbling the lock so the man couldn't come back in. "How've you been

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[medicpetrelli]

Peter squared his shoulders and held up his hand to stop any sort of telekinetic attack from Sylar. He'd just been here at the Company helping Noah with something when all hell broke loose. "Why don't you ever fucking give up, Sylar?"

He couldn't leave these people here for Sylar to pop open like cans of creamed corn.

[1917edition]

"Because I'm not a quitter, Peter." He grinned. "Now are we really going to have to fight? Wouldn't you rather lie down and let me take that ability of yours?"

[medicpetrelli]

His heart skipped a few beats in fear. Peter stepped back slightly but kept his hand up. He drew his fingers into his palm and then filcked them out, sending Sylar flying backwards into the nearest wall.

[1917edition]

Sylar hit and grinned at Peter. The trick with Peter, since he was more powerful, was to outsmart him. Which, given that this was Peter, wasn't difficult.

With a flick of his fingers, he sent one of the underlings flying into Peter's face, pinning the plebe on top of him.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter clenched his jaw and got out of the car, heading for the room Sylar pointed to. He needed to be quick once they were in there...immobilize the killer somehow. "Let's just get this over with..."

[1917edition]

"Sure." He kept pace with Peter easily and opened the door, gesturing for him to go in first while simultaneously using his TK to fling Peter onto the bed and pin him down. He closed the door and sliced off the top of Peter's head in one swift movement.

He pulled a chair over and peered into Peter's gray matter. "You still with me down there or did I just kill you?"

going out to dinner...back in a couple hours!

[medicpetrelli]

It happened too quickly for Peter to even scream! His skull cap rolled off the pillow and came to rest on the bed beside him, blood oozing out and staining the motel linens. Peter's eyes rolled back into head and he convulsed gently, his regeneration attempting to keep up with the damage being done.

Pain, so much fucking pain!!! "Ngglllgh..."

Re: going out to dinner...back in a couple hours!

[1917edition]

"Don't be such a baby..."

Peter became an afterthought as he started poking and prodding, searching for what made Peter special. Ah. There it was. Or rather, there they were, all the different abilities he'd accrued, waiting to be triggered by... that piece there.

He closed his eyes, visualizing that part of his own brain and making the necessary changes. After a moment's thought, he went ahead and made the other changes. No telling how many times he'd have Peter to study, after all.

"Done." He put Peter's skull back and patted his shoulder.

He went to the bathroom and started washing up. Time to go. "Really a marvel you haven't gone crazy before now," he chatted amiably, drying his hands.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter urged Elle to stay back for her safety and walked cautiously towards his bedroom, peeking in through the cracked door carefully. "....Sylar?? What the fuck are you doing in there??" Son of a bitch!

[1917edition]

Almost anything in Peter's room that wasn't nailed down was floating, some of it frozen solid. Sylar was curled up, grabbing a radiator pipe and trying to stay in place. "THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME, PETER?"

It had been too much. Too many powers. Sylar should never have taken so many at once.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter's eyes went wide as quarters. "I didn't do shit!!!" He ducked when shoe flew by his head and yelled over his shoulder for Elle to stay in the living room.

The empatch took a step in the room, trying to disable Sylar with telekinesis. "Calm the fuck down and focus!!!"

[1917edition]

Sylar rolled his eyes. "Great idea, Peter. Why didn't I think of that?" Illusions flickered across his vision, his past and present blurring together. He closed his eyes as tightly as he could and tried to calm down. It wasn't easy when his heart was hammering like this.

[medicpetrelli]

Peter opened the door to a very excited Mohinder Suresh, the doctor's smile impossibly wide. "Where is he? Are you sure he's dead?"

"Yeah I'm sure. Dead as a doornail. Come in." He helped Mohinder take off his coat. Suresh nodded his head to Elle when he saw her.

"Miss Bishop. How are you?" He took his messenger bag off of his shoulder and started to unload items onto Peter's dining table; a retractable IV stand, a few bags of clear IV fluid, some needles, a stethoscope...

[rebelle_elle]

"Mohinder?" What was he doing here? And how did he and Peter know each other?

She crossed her arms and bit her lip as she watched Mohinder unpack. "No spanking paddle? That's unusual."

[medicpetrelli]

Mohinder chuckled. "Not here to spank the bastard. Here to train him into being humane. If that doesn't work then, well, I'll just have to use him as a test subject for my cure."

Peter clapped Mohinder on the back. "He's in the bedroom. Want him out here?"

"Yes if you wouldn't mind. Its easier to work in an area with more space."

"Not a problem." Peter left the room and started to float Sylar, attached to the chair, into the dining area.

[rebelle_elle]

Elle hurried out of the way. Train him? "You really think you two can train him." She watched Sylar as his head lolled. He was kind of cute when he was sleeping... Er. Dead.