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False Objections 3/?
Heroes/Twilight | Mohinder, Edward, Charlie, Alice
PG13 | 2020 words
He had been driving for four days, the last transition of scenery flying past the windows as he crossed the city lines into Forks, Washington. It had been the second time he had crossed the town limits, having over-estimated the size of the small town and accidently driving past it towards Canada.
Pulling over on the side of the road, he put the car into park, grabbing a spiral bound notebook from the passenger’s seat and flipping it open. Inside, the pages were filled with seven scrawled names; four of them which were duplicated from his father’s list.
He thumbed through the pages, eyes scanning over newspaper clippings of the mysterious string of murders in the area as he drifted his gaze out the window at the rain drops collecting on the windshield.
Mohinder had been investigating the set of deaths upon first hearing about them on CNN, choosing to search for as much information to give evidence to his first instinct. There hadn’t been many details given on the various news stations, but as he flipped through newspapers and scrolled internet sites, he found the information he needed to elicit a cross-country trip.
He dropped the notebook, putting the car into drive as he took a glance at the address of the last victim and pulled back onto the street. It took an unusually short time to locate the house of Charlie Swan as he parked the car near the curb of the small two-story home. Climbing out of the driver’s seat, he shuddered against the instant cold that blew past his face as he walked up towards the front door. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his hand from his coat pocket and gently knocked on the door, a moment of silence following before the door opened slowly.
“Mr. Swan?” he asked, huddling his jacket closer as he stared at the man in what looked like a police uniform, but was too wrinkled and disheveled to look professional. “My name’s Mohinder Suresh, we spoke on the phone …”
The man blinked as if he didn’t understand but then nodded his head, backing out of the doorframe, “Oh, yes… please come in.” Mohinder gave a quick nod, stepping into the small living room as he took a look around, noting the mess of disorganization.
“I know it’s only been a week since your daughter’s death,” he said, his voice soft and sounding a bit uncomfortable as he removed his jacket and sat down on the drab brown couch, “If you don’t want to answer any questions, it’s quite alright.”
Charlie took a seat across from him, his eyes sad, “I just want answers,” he replied, glancing down at his shirt, “You said that you might know who could have done this…”
“I might,” Mohinder said, brown eyes watching the other man pick at the shirt’s buttons, “… but I have to ask questions to be sure.” There was another moment of silence before Charlie nodded in response and Mohinder cleared his throat.
“Was there any….” He was cut off when the phone in the kitchen blared to life and Charlie interjected a quick ‘sorry’ before getting up to answer it. Mohinder nodded, his behavior still somewhat uncomfortable as he was left alone in the dark living room.
A few minutes later, Charlie emerged from the kitchen, “I’m sorry Dr. Suresh,” he spoke, tugging once more on the button of his shirt, “I was just called to the police station, perhaps we can do this later?”
“Of course,” Mohinder stood, his eyes flickering around the messy room again as he followed Charlie towards the front door, tugging his coat back on before he was interrupted by the man’s voice.
“Edward Cullen.” He stated, the words stopping Mohinder as he turned towards him, a baffled expression on his face, “Excuse me?”
Charlie opened the front door, hand enclosing the curve on the doorknob, “Edward Cullen,” he repeated, “He was Bella’s boyfriend. I’d start your questions with him.” Mohinder walked out onto the front porch, turning around as Charlie finished his sentence, “I never did trust him.”
“That should be helpful… thank you for your time, Mr. Swan.” He said shaking his hand as he headed out into the rain towards the car. Rushing back into the driver’s seat, Mohinder shook his head, water spraying across the steering wheel as he put the key into the ignition and started the engine.
He ran the windshield wipers, reaching over to the backseat to retrieve the residential phone book he had gotten in the only market store in town. Fingers flipped idly through the small book, tracing the pages under ‘C’ before he found an address for the Cullens.
He silently cursed when he had to backtrack out of town again, turning onto a gravel road off the vacant highway. The road twisted through the forest and Mohinder couldn’t help but think that it seemed like the house didn’t want to be found as he pulled around a tight corner and finally eyed the huge white house.
Pulling up to what he thought looked like the garage, although it had the appearance of looking like another house, he exited the car quickly. Shielding his face against the pouring rain with the collar of his coat, he rushed towards the massive, intricate doors of the house.
Mohinder ran a hand through his hair, shaking away the moisture that had already dampened his curls as he rang the doorbell. The door opened only a second later, as if someone was already at the door when the bell had rung, a young woman with short black hair standing at the entrance.
Her skin was pale, too pale that it should have looked sickly but a certain shimmer radiated off it that kept it unrealistically healthy looking as Mohinder hesitated and looked at her face. “Can I help you?” she asked, her voice sounding like a chorus of angels to his ears as he stared at her baffled. Everything about her seemed unreal as her piercing gold eyes turned concerned until Mohinder managed a stuttering response, “… I’m… actually looking for Edward Cullen?”
A bright smile flashed on her face as she moved out of entryway, “Of course, please come in.” Mohinder was still hesitant but walked into the massive house, his eyes frantically scanning the tall ceilings and crisp white walls.
“I’m Alice.” The pixie voice said behind him and he turned quickly, “Oh… uh, I’m Mohinder…” She giggled, the sound foreign to his ears as she responded, “It’s nice to meet you Mohinder… if you follow me, I can lead you to Edward.”
Alice skipped ahead of him, almost floating towards the living room as she stopped short and turned towards him. Mohinder followed behind, walking around the large pillar into the even bigger living room as he spotted a young man, no older than 17 sitting on the white sofa. His head was bowed, legs awkwardly tucked beneath him as Alice’s chipper demeanor changed, her voice now sad, “I’ll leave you two alone…”
Mohinder stepped forward, noticing how Alice’s voice didn’t affect the young man, his body still and if it weren’t for his fingers twining around a string in his hand, Mohinder would have sworn he was dead. “Edward?” he asked, walking up towards him as his voice sounded, the tone monotone, “You’re here to ask questions about Bella.”
It wasn’t a question and it startled Mohinder, his mouth unable to form a coherent sentence as he stammered out a hesitant ‘yes’. He sat down on the opposite side of the couch as Edward unraveled from his odd sitting position to face him. Mohinder noticed that he had the same skin as Alice, pale and cold looking as he looked at his face, finding a different shade of eye colour. Unlike Alice’s, Edward’s eyes were a dull gold; a far cry from the brilliant topaz held by what he could only assume was his sister.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Mohinder said softly, his eyebrows creased in concern as he watched Edward stare off at something behind him. He brought a hand up, scratching his head as he tried to find proper questions, “I’m having difficulty choosing the right questions to ask you.”
The monotone voice returned, the words dull and soft, “He did it.” Mohinder narrowed his eyes in confusion, curiosity causing him to bend forward, “Who did?”
Edward shifted on the sofa, his eyes still locked on the same undefined spot behind Mohinder as he responded bluntly, “Sylar.”
“How do you know about Sylar?” Mohinder pressed, the nervousness no longer present in his voice as he stared at him, dark eyes confused. “You think he did it,” Edward started, his head finally turning towards him as he locked his eyes on Mohinder’s, “I’m just confirming it.”
Mohinder gaped at him, clenching his hands into fists in the pockets of his coat, “I don’t understand.” Edward looked puzzled, his head tilting slightly as he asked, his question based on clues pulled from the doctor’s mind, “I assumed you knew… you were thin…”
“Wait,” Mohinder said, cutting off the young man’s sentence as the pieces began to fall together, “you can read my mind?” He watched as Edward nodded his head once, his voice finally taking on a tone other than the lifeless traits it had before, “you’ve encountered others like me…”
He nodded, his voice clear, “Yes.”
“They’re not really like me…” Edward said, his eyes diverting back to the spot behind the professor as Mohinder stared at him with a certain curious amazement. They remained silent for a few minutes before he spoke again, his words careful, “If Sylar is behind all of this, it’s only a matter of time before he comes for your ability,”
Edward turned his head towards him, “I can take care of myself,” This defiance disturbed Mohinder, his brown eyes blinking slowly, “He doesn’t have telepathy…” he sighed, pulling his hands from his jacket, “it’s like dangling a thousand dollars in front of a homeless person, eventually the craving becomes too much…”
“I got it under control!” Edward growled, impatience over the misunderstanding of the professor evident in his eyes as he glared at him, “I’m not as defenseless as I look.” The expression on the doctor’s face caused him to retreat his feral attitude as he straightened up and cleared his throat, “I’m sorry, it’s late… you should probably find a hotel room.”
Mohinder looked taken aback but he recovered quickly, nodding his head quickly as he diverted his eyes away from the young man, “Of course.”
Edward led him to the front door, turning towards him to speak, “I hope you find the answers you need.” Pulling open the large door, he gave a small smile as Mohinder walked past him and out into the freezing night. The door remained open until he had reached the car, sliding into the driver’s seat as he watched Edward slowly close it, sending his surroundings into pure darkness.
Throwing the car’s headlights on, Mohinder followed the gravel road, approaching the highway as he tried to remember which direction he had taken. He turned left, heading north and away from town as he increased his speed, his mind jumbled and tired.
After ten minutes of driving, he became aware that he was lost, choosing to pull over on the side of the road. He sighed, a moment of frustration sending a flexed palm against the steering wheel as he weighed the options of spending the night in the rental car.
His thoughts were interrupted when a light knock on the window startled him, pulling his attention as he rolled down the window. It was dark but he could see the outline of the man’s face, its contours sharp like angles against the glow of the car’s dashboard but Mohinder’s gaze was fixed on the man’s eyes.
Bright red orbs stared at him curiously; the tall body of the man leaning forward as a slight gasp escaped the doctor’s lungs and a familiar smile flitted across the man's face, “Are you lost?”
Heroes/Twilight | Mohinder, Edward, Charlie, Alice
PG13 | 2020 words
He had been driving for four days, the last transition of scenery flying past the windows as he crossed the city lines into Forks, Washington. It had been the second time he had crossed the town limits, having over-estimated the size of the small town and accidently driving past it towards Canada.
Pulling over on the side of the road, he put the car into park, grabbing a spiral bound notebook from the passenger’s seat and flipping it open. Inside, the pages were filled with seven scrawled names; four of them which were duplicated from his father’s list.
He thumbed through the pages, eyes scanning over newspaper clippings of the mysterious string of murders in the area as he drifted his gaze out the window at the rain drops collecting on the windshield.
Mohinder had been investigating the set of deaths upon first hearing about them on CNN, choosing to search for as much information to give evidence to his first instinct. There hadn’t been many details given on the various news stations, but as he flipped through newspapers and scrolled internet sites, he found the information he needed to elicit a cross-country trip.
He dropped the notebook, putting the car into drive as he took a glance at the address of the last victim and pulled back onto the street. It took an unusually short time to locate the house of Charlie Swan as he parked the car near the curb of the small two-story home. Climbing out of the driver’s seat, he shuddered against the instant cold that blew past his face as he walked up towards the front door. Taking a deep breath, he pulled his hand from his coat pocket and gently knocked on the door, a moment of silence following before the door opened slowly.
“Mr. Swan?” he asked, huddling his jacket closer as he stared at the man in what looked like a police uniform, but was too wrinkled and disheveled to look professional. “My name’s Mohinder Suresh, we spoke on the phone …”
The man blinked as if he didn’t understand but then nodded his head, backing out of the doorframe, “Oh, yes… please come in.” Mohinder gave a quick nod, stepping into the small living room as he took a look around, noting the mess of disorganization.
“I know it’s only been a week since your daughter’s death,” he said, his voice soft and sounding a bit uncomfortable as he removed his jacket and sat down on the drab brown couch, “If you don’t want to answer any questions, it’s quite alright.”
Charlie took a seat across from him, his eyes sad, “I just want answers,” he replied, glancing down at his shirt, “You said that you might know who could have done this…”
“I might,” Mohinder said, brown eyes watching the other man pick at the shirt’s buttons, “… but I have to ask questions to be sure.” There was another moment of silence before Charlie nodded in response and Mohinder cleared his throat.
“Was there any….” He was cut off when the phone in the kitchen blared to life and Charlie interjected a quick ‘sorry’ before getting up to answer it. Mohinder nodded, his behavior still somewhat uncomfortable as he was left alone in the dark living room.
A few minutes later, Charlie emerged from the kitchen, “I’m sorry Dr. Suresh,” he spoke, tugging once more on the button of his shirt, “I was just called to the police station, perhaps we can do this later?”
“Of course,” Mohinder stood, his eyes flickering around the messy room again as he followed Charlie towards the front door, tugging his coat back on before he was interrupted by the man’s voice.
“Edward Cullen.” He stated, the words stopping Mohinder as he turned towards him, a baffled expression on his face, “Excuse me?”
Charlie opened the front door, hand enclosing the curve on the doorknob, “Edward Cullen,” he repeated, “He was Bella’s boyfriend. I’d start your questions with him.” Mohinder walked out onto the front porch, turning around as Charlie finished his sentence, “I never did trust him.”
“That should be helpful… thank you for your time, Mr. Swan.” He said shaking his hand as he headed out into the rain towards the car. Rushing back into the driver’s seat, Mohinder shook his head, water spraying across the steering wheel as he put the key into the ignition and started the engine.
He ran the windshield wipers, reaching over to the backseat to retrieve the residential phone book he had gotten in the only market store in town. Fingers flipped idly through the small book, tracing the pages under ‘C’ before he found an address for the Cullens.
He silently cursed when he had to backtrack out of town again, turning onto a gravel road off the vacant highway. The road twisted through the forest and Mohinder couldn’t help but think that it seemed like the house didn’t want to be found as he pulled around a tight corner and finally eyed the huge white house.
Pulling up to what he thought looked like the garage, although it had the appearance of looking like another house, he exited the car quickly. Shielding his face against the pouring rain with the collar of his coat, he rushed towards the massive, intricate doors of the house.
Mohinder ran a hand through his hair, shaking away the moisture that had already dampened his curls as he rang the doorbell. The door opened only a second later, as if someone was already at the door when the bell had rung, a young woman with short black hair standing at the entrance.
Her skin was pale, too pale that it should have looked sickly but a certain shimmer radiated off it that kept it unrealistically healthy looking as Mohinder hesitated and looked at her face. “Can I help you?” she asked, her voice sounding like a chorus of angels to his ears as he stared at her baffled. Everything about her seemed unreal as her piercing gold eyes turned concerned until Mohinder managed a stuttering response, “… I’m… actually looking for Edward Cullen?”
A bright smile flashed on her face as she moved out of entryway, “Of course, please come in.” Mohinder was still hesitant but walked into the massive house, his eyes frantically scanning the tall ceilings and crisp white walls.
“I’m Alice.” The pixie voice said behind him and he turned quickly, “Oh… uh, I’m Mohinder…” She giggled, the sound foreign to his ears as she responded, “It’s nice to meet you Mohinder… if you follow me, I can lead you to Edward.”
Alice skipped ahead of him, almost floating towards the living room as she stopped short and turned towards him. Mohinder followed behind, walking around the large pillar into the even bigger living room as he spotted a young man, no older than 17 sitting on the white sofa. His head was bowed, legs awkwardly tucked beneath him as Alice’s chipper demeanor changed, her voice now sad, “I’ll leave you two alone…”
Mohinder stepped forward, noticing how Alice’s voice didn’t affect the young man, his body still and if it weren’t for his fingers twining around a string in his hand, Mohinder would have sworn he was dead. “Edward?” he asked, walking up towards him as his voice sounded, the tone monotone, “You’re here to ask questions about Bella.”
It wasn’t a question and it startled Mohinder, his mouth unable to form a coherent sentence as he stammered out a hesitant ‘yes’. He sat down on the opposite side of the couch as Edward unraveled from his odd sitting position to face him. Mohinder noticed that he had the same skin as Alice, pale and cold looking as he looked at his face, finding a different shade of eye colour. Unlike Alice’s, Edward’s eyes were a dull gold; a far cry from the brilliant topaz held by what he could only assume was his sister.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Mohinder said softly, his eyebrows creased in concern as he watched Edward stare off at something behind him. He brought a hand up, scratching his head as he tried to find proper questions, “I’m having difficulty choosing the right questions to ask you.”
The monotone voice returned, the words dull and soft, “He did it.” Mohinder narrowed his eyes in confusion, curiosity causing him to bend forward, “Who did?”
Edward shifted on the sofa, his eyes still locked on the same undefined spot behind Mohinder as he responded bluntly, “Sylar.”
“How do you know about Sylar?” Mohinder pressed, the nervousness no longer present in his voice as he stared at him, dark eyes confused. “You think he did it,” Edward started, his head finally turning towards him as he locked his eyes on Mohinder’s, “I’m just confirming it.”
Mohinder gaped at him, clenching his hands into fists in the pockets of his coat, “I don’t understand.” Edward looked puzzled, his head tilting slightly as he asked, his question based on clues pulled from the doctor’s mind, “I assumed you knew… you were thin…”
“Wait,” Mohinder said, cutting off the young man’s sentence as the pieces began to fall together, “you can read my mind?” He watched as Edward nodded his head once, his voice finally taking on a tone other than the lifeless traits it had before, “you’ve encountered others like me…”
He nodded, his voice clear, “Yes.”
“They’re not really like me…” Edward said, his eyes diverting back to the spot behind the professor as Mohinder stared at him with a certain curious amazement. They remained silent for a few minutes before he spoke again, his words careful, “If Sylar is behind all of this, it’s only a matter of time before he comes for your ability,”
Edward turned his head towards him, “I can take care of myself,” This defiance disturbed Mohinder, his brown eyes blinking slowly, “He doesn’t have telepathy…” he sighed, pulling his hands from his jacket, “it’s like dangling a thousand dollars in front of a homeless person, eventually the craving becomes too much…”
“I got it under control!” Edward growled, impatience over the misunderstanding of the professor evident in his eyes as he glared at him, “I’m not as defenseless as I look.” The expression on the doctor’s face caused him to retreat his feral attitude as he straightened up and cleared his throat, “I’m sorry, it’s late… you should probably find a hotel room.”
Mohinder looked taken aback but he recovered quickly, nodding his head quickly as he diverted his eyes away from the young man, “Of course.”
Edward led him to the front door, turning towards him to speak, “I hope you find the answers you need.” Pulling open the large door, he gave a small smile as Mohinder walked past him and out into the freezing night. The door remained open until he had reached the car, sliding into the driver’s seat as he watched Edward slowly close it, sending his surroundings into pure darkness.
Throwing the car’s headlights on, Mohinder followed the gravel road, approaching the highway as he tried to remember which direction he had taken. He turned left, heading north and away from town as he increased his speed, his mind jumbled and tired.
After ten minutes of driving, he became aware that he was lost, choosing to pull over on the side of the road. He sighed, a moment of frustration sending a flexed palm against the steering wheel as he weighed the options of spending the night in the rental car.
His thoughts were interrupted when a light knock on the window startled him, pulling his attention as he rolled down the window. It was dark but he could see the outline of the man’s face, its contours sharp like angles against the glow of the car’s dashboard but Mohinder’s gaze was fixed on the man’s eyes.
Bright red orbs stared at him curiously; the tall body of the man leaning forward as a slight gasp escaped the doctor’s lungs and a familiar smile flitted across the man's face, “Are you lost?”