It paid to have an old friend as a police officer, even if that old friend was of the hunted, like Mohinder. Matthew knew the right places to hide, the right places to go, and the right people to discretely call for information. But Matthew served him no good when they decided it'd be best to split up. Mohinder took what little information he'd been given with him. Nothing was safe anymore.
Mohinder didn't know America well by any means. He held the basic level knowledge about states and major cities, but when it came to wandering through small towns and traversing back roads, he found himself just as easily lost any other foreigner. Somehow, by the grace of his Gods, he'd managed to get out of Boston alive. Matthew had told him to stay out of big cities. The more people that could spot you, the more danger you were in. His ethnicity was no help in that respect, either. Ultimately, he knew he had no choice but to stick to wooded areas and unpopulated towns. He couldn't leave the country, but he could sneak over state lines
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As he ran he did his best to move more and more quietly. As he'd discovered his lack of fatigue, he'd stopped breathing so hard. His approach was far less noticeable than the dogs and men, but he was far too concerned with what was coming after him from behind than what was ahead of him.
He didn't realize there was a person in his path, especially as the stranger crouched down and hid. In an instant, before the other could have hoped to get up and move, the brunette had plowed into him, and being so tall, had gone pinwheeling to the ground, into a tree, in a great crash and with a loud yelp!
He scrambled on hands and knees, trying to pull himself up, yelping again to realize that the hard fall had broken his tibia and thrust it through both flesh and fabric. The pain was explosive, and he was going to have to fix this before he could continue to escape.
Puffing heavy breaths to try to conquer the agony, he rolled onto his back and grasped his heel, steeling himself to pull down and try to set the bones. "Oh, God..."
"Ugh!" The force of the hit was enough to send Mohinder to the ground, skidding a couple of feet into the base of a tree. He groaned in pain, not making a move to scramble away because he could tell instantantly that it was a person, not a wild, rabid animal. There wasn't enough light for him to tell who had struck him, but by the fast approaching sounds of men and dogs, Mohinder's fugitive mind could only deduce that it was a special trying to avoid capture like him.
He acted quickly, crawling over to the panting mass of a human being and dragging him into some thick brush nearby. Mohinder ignored the person's wail of pain, clamping his hand down over their mouth to shut them up, so they wouldn't be found. His eyes wide, he watched the dancing lights move past their position a ways away. He didn't move until he was sure they were gone. "You stupid bastard," Mohinder whispered hoarsely, pushing the man away. "Use your eyes!"
The man looked, felt, and smelled faintly familiar.
"I'm sorry!" he gasped helplessly as he was thrust aside. On the upsides, those men and their dogs were gone, and judging by the warm, dull ache in his calve, his leg had mended. That couldn't possibly be normal. He pulled the cuff of his slacks up and found the skin unbroken, but sticky with a thin sheet of blood that smeared as the fabric moved.
Then he turned his face up to the stranger in the thicket with him, the man who had concealed him for some reason from those who'd tried to recapture him. "Thank you," he breathed. "For helping me. I don't know what I would have done..."
Mohinder shot Sylar a look. "Yes. But don't think on that until we get there." Gods, he hoped his friend would be there. Mohinder couldn't do this for much longer. They needed to regroup and figure out what they were going to do about this.
Mohinder paused in his tracks and peeked around a tree. "I see headlights." Damn it, Sylar needed to know about his telekinesis for any of this to work, and for their safety. He turned to face his unlikely companion. "We need to talk."
"Okay," he blinked, a bit slowly. It wasn't as though he didn't have all the time in the world to listen. Whatever Mohinder needed to tell him, Gabriel would listen. He just hoped it was something helpful, given they were within sight of transport.
"I told you that you have other gifts, remember? We should make sure that you can use them. Do you know what telekinesis is?" It was probably smart to start with that, considering it seemed to be Sylar's best skill.
If someone had told Mohinder that he'd be teaching this monster how to use his deadly abilities in the future, he would have called them insane.
"Telekinesis..." Gabriel mulled the word over. It sounded familiar, though still had that tinge of not-normal about it. He considered for a moment, then answered. "The ability to move things with the mind. I did that, didn't I? To the police officer."
Mohinder followed suit, hoping Sylar would be smart enough to use that telekinesis of his. He put his hands on his head and turned around, grunting as one of the officers shoved him roughly against the side of the car. "Easy! We didn't do anything!"
"Shut up!" the man barked against his ear. The second officer took Sylar down, hard, shoving him face-first into the dirt and kneeling on his back. "This is unit 34, I need backup on northbound 95, mile marker 241. Again, requesting immediate backup, suspects in custody."
"Ahh!!" Gabriel gasped as his body hit gravel, anxiety rising sharply. "Ah! Please!"
"Keep your mouth shut, freak," the second officer snarled, taking out his cuffs and grabbing for the brunette's arms to bind them.
This turned out to be a horrific mistake. The discomfort of his shoulder blades being pulled back, his wrists grinding under the cuffs, and the feeling of being so captive again did not go over well. Last time the cops had been much more tentative and he'd been totally cooperative. This time...
Blue tendrils of electricity arced over his hands, crawled the metal handcuffs and electrocuted the officer. The man screamed and seized up, stuck to the Intuitive by the charge running through him.
" Oh no," Mohinder breathed when he heard the officer's cries. He turned his head to look through the car windows, widening his eyes at the scene before him. His face lit up with a soft blue glow of light, sparks dancing in his dark orbs. "Gabriel, stop!"
The other officer, alarmed, released the Indian and ran around their car. He drew his gun in one clumsy, fear-drenched movement, not entirely sure what was going on. "Gerald?!" he called helplessly to his partner.
"Aaaaaahhh!!! No-no-no!!" he panicked, tried to break free and stop the ability that he wasn't sure how to shut off! He rolled and finally managed to break contact with the cop, who collapsed to the side, unconscious.
Panting on the ground, Gabriel suddenly found himself faced with the barrel of the cop's pistol, pointed directly into his face. "Drop your weapon you son of a bitch!"
"I hope that he can." Mohinder turned is face in to Sylar's neck, laying a soft kiss there. He murmured against the man's milky flesh, "If you can find us a pay phone, I'll give him a ring." Trying to seduce him came frighteningly natural to Mohinder. He'd never admit how much he had thought about this sort of thing in the past.
"Pay phone. Got it," Gabriel nodded again, not sure how far he would need to travel to find that sort of thing. Luckily with the light to show the way, he could pick out trails in the brush. He kept his eyes pealed, always looking for a footpath that could lead them toward civilization.
In the mean time, he just enjoyed the security of having someone else so close. Another heartbeat, another voice. He didn't have much inside his own head to occupy him, but it was comforting to know there were so many thoughts and memories, many of them about him, tucked just under his own chin.
"Back there, when the cops stopped us... you nodded at me, you wanted me to do something, something else, I think. What should I have done? I have all these extra abilities, but I don't remember how I used them." Anything for Mohinder to keep talking.
"I was hoping you would have used your telekinesis." Mohinder knew he needed to be careful on the subject of abilities. If he gave Sylar a God Complex, things could get dangerous, and fast. "Flung them away far enough for us to have some time to get into the car. You need to be careful, especially when you shock people like you did. Understood?"
"I didn't mean it. That one just keeps surfacing, whenever I feel threatened, I think this time because my hands were behind my back. The first time I used the telekinesis I had wanted to push the officer away, and he was in front of me, so it happened like that. This time I wanted him off, but I couldn't push, and the pain made me panic," he wasn't making excuses, sounding sufficiently chided and ashamed of his lack of control.
"I'll try harder to focus, from now on. I just hope we don't end up in situations like that again. God knows, I could accidentally disintegrate a man next time," he frowned deeply, troubled by that thought. "Are there other people who can do the things I can? Could they teach me? Maybe?" Oh, poor ignorant fool.
Mohinder hung back until he was sure that they were alone in the house. "Ugh," he remarked as he limped inside. "Good. Good. This gives us time to take care of a few things." He leaned against the living room wall for just a moment before falling onto the couch, groaning. "I really need to stay off my ankle. Can you look and see if there is a restroom downstairs?" Might as well keep up Gabriel's usefulness. Mohinder was getting cocky about that, after all. Why ruin it now?
And Gabriel didn't mind being given tasks. He liked being useful, especially to the Indian. He had no reason to be contrary to him, so he searched out the first-floor restroom, found it, and returned to report its location.
While Mohinder made use of that (or not, if he'd just wanted to know where it was), Gabriel poked around the rest of the house to find out what was available to them. In the master bath he found something very useful: a fully stocked first-aid, and in that, a wrap for just the kind of injury Mohinder was suffering. With this, they could give his ankle better support, minimize the swelling and speed up the healing.
The brunette brought it back down stairs, a pleased grin on his face.
By the time Gabriel came back downstairs, Mohinder had drawn a bath in the washroom and was soaking his body in hot water. He felt more than a little weird about bathing in someone else's tub, especially as he gazed at a rubber duck sitting on the edge near the faucet.
When he heard Gabriel's unique footsteps he called out, "I'm in the tub! Everything alright?" He was on edge, to say the least. This family could come home at any moment.
"Fine!" Gabriel called back, tossing the bit of elastic gauze between his hands. "I found something to wrap your ankle, once you're out."
In the meantime, Gabriel went to the kitchen. The pastries had been a little bit ago, and not exactly the most nutritious of breakfasts, and here was a home stocked for a growing family. There was bound to be proper fruits, grains, and proteins, and sure enough, while Mohinder soaked, Gabriel was able to put together a well-prepared meal.
Eggs and bacon, pancakes with syrup, and sliced fruit on the side. He felt strangely comfortable around all the pots and pans, and enjoyed the process of mixing up the pancake batter and measuring out the portions.
At the same time, he was working out a plan for the family's return. There was a cellar that opened just next to the pantry. He could put them down there for a while. It had been made into a mix of play room and family room, with its own half-bath. As long as he took away the telephone it would be perfect.
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Mohinder didn't know America well by any means. He held the basic level knowledge about states and major cities, but when it came to wandering through small towns and traversing back roads, he found himself just as easily lost any other foreigner. Somehow, by the grace of his Gods, he'd managed to get out of Boston alive. Matthew had told him to stay out of big cities. The more people that could spot you, the more danger you were in. His ethnicity was no help in that respect, either. Ultimately, he knew he had no choice but to stick to wooded areas and unpopulated towns. He couldn't leave the country, but he
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He didn't realize there was a person in his path, especially as the stranger crouched down and hid. In an instant, before the other could have hoped to get up and move, the brunette had plowed into him, and being so tall, had gone pinwheeling to the ground, into a tree, in a great crash and with a loud yelp!
He scrambled on hands and knees, trying to pull himself up, yelping again to realize that the hard fall had broken his tibia and thrust it through both flesh and fabric. The pain was explosive, and he was going to have to fix this before he could continue to escape.
Puffing heavy breaths to try to conquer the agony, he rolled onto his back and grasped his heel, steeling himself to pull down and try to set the bones. "Oh, God..."
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He acted quickly, crawling over to the panting mass of a human being and dragging him into some thick brush nearby. Mohinder ignored the person's wail of pain, clamping his hand down over their mouth to shut them up, so they wouldn't be found. His eyes wide, he watched the dancing lights move past their position a ways away. He didn't move until he was sure they were gone. "You stupid bastard," Mohinder whispered hoarsely, pushing the man away. "Use your eyes!"
The man looked, felt, and smelled faintly familiar.
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Then he turned his face up to the stranger in the thicket with him, the man who had concealed him for some reason from those who'd tried to recapture him. "Thank you," he breathed. "For helping me. I don't know what I would have done..."
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Mohinder shot Sylar a look. "Yes. But don't think on that until we get there." Gods, he hoped his friend would be there. Mohinder couldn't do this for much longer. They needed to regroup and figure out what they were going to do about this.
Mohinder paused in his tracks and peeked around a tree. "I see headlights." Damn it, Sylar needed to know about his telekinesis for any of this to work, and for their safety. He turned to face his unlikely companion. "We need to talk."
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If someone had told Mohinder that he'd be teaching this monster how to use his deadly abilities in the future, he would have called them insane.
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"Shut up!" the man barked against his ear. The second officer took Sylar down, hard, shoving him face-first into the dirt and kneeling on his back. "This is unit 34, I need backup on northbound 95, mile marker 241. Again, requesting immediate backup, suspects in custody."
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"Keep your mouth shut, freak," the second officer snarled, taking out his cuffs and grabbing for the brunette's arms to bind them.
This turned out to be a horrific mistake. The discomfort of his shoulder blades being pulled back, his wrists grinding under the cuffs, and the feeling of being so captive again did not go over well. Last time the cops had been much more tentative and he'd been totally cooperative. This time...
Blue tendrils of electricity arced over his hands, crawled the metal handcuffs and electrocuted the officer. The man screamed and seized up, stuck to the Intuitive by the charge running through him.
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Oh no," Mohinder breathed when he heard the officer's cries. He turned his head to look through the car windows, widening his eyes at the scene before him. His face lit up with a soft blue glow of light, sparks dancing in his dark orbs. "Gabriel,
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The other officer, alarmed, released the Indian and ran around their car. He drew his gun in one clumsy, fear-drenched movement, not entirely sure what was going on. "Gerald?!" he called helplessly to his partner.
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Panting on the ground, Gabriel suddenly found himself faced with the barrel of the cop's pistol, pointed directly into his face. "Drop your weapon you son of a bitch!"
Problem was, he couldn't!
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In the mean time, he just enjoyed the security of having someone else so close. Another heartbeat, another voice. He didn't have much inside his own head to occupy him, but it was comforting to know there were so many thoughts and memories, many of them about him, tucked just under his own chin.
"Back there, when the cops stopped us... you nodded at me, you wanted me to do something, something else, I think. What should I have done? I have all these extra abilities, but I don't remember how I used them." Anything for Mohinder to keep talking.
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"I'll try harder to focus, from now on. I just hope we don't end up in situations like that again. God knows, I could accidentally disintegrate a man next time," he frowned deeply, troubled by that thought. "Are there other people who can do the things I can? Could they teach me? Maybe?" Oh, poor ignorant fool.
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While Mohinder made use of that (or not, if he'd just wanted to know where it was), Gabriel poked around the rest of the house to find out what was available to them. In the master bath he found something very useful: a fully stocked first-aid, and in that, a wrap for just the kind of injury Mohinder was suffering. With this, they could give his ankle better support, minimize the swelling and speed up the healing.
The brunette brought it back down stairs, a pleased grin on his face.
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When he heard Gabriel's unique footsteps he called out, "I'm in the tub! Everything alright?" He was on edge, to say the least. This family could come home at any moment.
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In the meantime, Gabriel went to the kitchen. The pastries had been a little bit ago, and not exactly the most nutritious of breakfasts, and here was a home stocked for a growing family. There was bound to be proper fruits, grains, and proteins, and sure enough, while Mohinder soaked, Gabriel was able to put together a well-prepared meal.
Eggs and bacon, pancakes with syrup, and sliced fruit on the side. He felt strangely comfortable around all the pots and pans, and enjoyed the process of mixing up the pancake batter and measuring out the portions.
At the same time, he was working out a plan for the family's return. There was a cellar that opened just next to the pantry. He could put them down there for a while. It had been made into a mix of play room and family room, with its own half-bath. As long as he took away the telephone it would be perfect.
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