Taking a Turn Towards Eternity: Chapter 6
All kinds of delay have befallen me in my writings. I've moved, and have no internet at my house. So it will be a little more slowgoing for awhile at least.
Chapter 6
Blood spurted out of Sylar’s nose, covering Peter’s gorgeous hardwood floor in seconds. Sylar saw blinding lights rip across his optic nerves and through a haze of pain, he heard Mac suck in a breath as Claire heaved air in and out at a rapid pace.
Sylar’s vision was choked with a haze of fury. He eased his nose back into alignment as he remained terrifyingly silent. Both women finally seemed at a loss for words.
“At least there’s that,” Sylar thought, as he felt the bones fuse back into place to reform the bridge of his nose, “Finally, blessed silence.”
Claire stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the hall. She’d finally slowed her breathing and she pulled air deep and slowly into her lungs. She stared right at Sylar, silently daring him to action, and he was damn tempted to take her up on it.
Mac was quiet as a mouse and drawing random designs on the island’s surface with her finger, desperately wishing to be, really, anywhere else. Emotional scenes were not her area of expertise and she really wanted to get the fuck out of this room. Clearly the cheer leader had some fucking rage built up. Perhaps even a darkness inside of her, that hadn’t been anticipated. This situation really seemed to be spiraling out of control.
She’d hoped that by coming, by warning Sy, she could protect her only friend. But now, watching Claire seethe across the room, Mac was terribly worried that by coming to New York, she had now set off a chain of events that could mean the destruction of humanity. Maybe this had been a mistake, coming here, asking for help, like some kind of pathetic damsel or something lame-ass like that. This was shaping up to be a serious disaster.
Mac was terribly troubled, to say the least. Being on Claire’s bad side was not a position Mackenzie ever wanted to be in. In dreams, she had seen Claire over and over, a harsh queen, ruling a dark future. She’d seen this version of Claire in her dreams, an angel of vengeance, determined to lay waste to the world that had continued to betray her.
Mac was scared of that Claire, deep down, pit-of-the-gut scared. She had been so apprehensive of letting Sylar use his memory power on her for a reason. She really didn’t want her best pal to see the images running rampant in her head: images of his beloved Claire, cutting down the innocent and guilty without hesitation; images of her clothes covered in the blood of strangers; images of Claire; jamming unforgiving swords and daggers through the body of her best friend; images of Claire, spread out on that creepy-ass altar, clinging to Linus, eyes glazed with longing, begging him to take her.
Mac had seen too much of that perverted future to let it happen. Time was fluid, ever-moving, and Mac knew there was still hope to change what she’d seen. She was coming to rely on Sylar’s friendship, and already beginning to see the dangers ahead. But in Mac’s opinion, true friendship required sacrifice. It looked like saving Claire from herself may just turn out to be a costly mission, for everyone involved. It looked like things were getting serious, and that’s when friendship turned out to be the most important.
Mac knew one thing though. Time was short. Mac didn’t know the specifics, but she could feel them coming. That fucking coldness was riding the breeze, gathering strength and they needed to ban together if they wanted to stop Will and Linus. Mac just wanted to save the world, for a change. It turns out, that task is easier said than done.
“Jesus, Claire, what the hell is your problem?” Sylar finally said, with an almost terrifying calmness.
“I… Well, I was…” Oh shit, how could Claire possibly admit she was jealous? She shouldn’t have gone back into the apartment in the first place. Who needed keys, right? She had gone in to retrieve her stuff, truly, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t check out what was going on in there, right?
God, there had been power filling the room, Claire had felt it deep in her gut. It had been distracting to see the pair clutching hands. Claire had felt betrayed and beyond confused. Why was she feeling this way about Sylar? More to the point, who was she to demand anything of him? He wasn’t hers, and she didn’t want him to be. Damnit.
“Okay, immortals let’s just calm down here and pull it together. The bad guys sure aren’t out punching each other in the face and stuff,” Mac said putting her hands up in a hopefully calming gesture.
“Mac, would you pour us a round?” Sylar said gesturing to the bottle of alcohol still sitting atop the island, “Claire, you’re going to want to sit down, we’ve got a situation on our hands.”
Claire watched as Mac lazily levitated an additional shot glass from the giant violet bag resting in the corner of the room. Curiosity got the better of the cheerleader and she sat across the island from girl, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sylar did his best to give Claire every detail he could about the experience in the dream-state. Mac would randomly interject additional thoughts or concerns. As they continued to explain the excess of power they felt, and the dread that Mac felt every time they approached her in dreams, Claire began to see the pieces slip into place.
“So these two guys think we’re gonna be like their mistresses for all time or something? What the hell? Why me? Why you?” Claire demanded jamming her thumb towards Mac.
“That seems to be the general plan, yes,” Sylar said nodding, brows knit in concentration. Claire could swear she could see his brain flying, connecting thoughts at a rapid fire pace, attempting to get the edge on their newfound enemy. “Even with a little apocalyptic world domination thrown in for good measure. My theory is that they have chosen you two based on a vast number of factors. The main reason, I believe, is the actual powers you both have and their possible applications. Odds are when your powers are used in conjunction with Will and/or Linus’ assumed abilities, even more powerful abilities could, in theory, be attained.”
Sylar had gotten into a groove mentally and stood up, moving back and forth across the room as he seemed to pace his way to more answers, “That’s not to mention that you two are incredibly attractive members of the female gender. In theory, it could be some elaborate cross-species mating experiment. Linus called humans a blight, then why take one for your own? They didn’t just pick you out of a hat. How did they find out about you? We know they are from another world, but who knows which, and who knows how many different dimensions could be out there.”
Caught up in his own musings, Sylar finally turned to look at them with a rather serious face, “We may need some back-up.”
Claire scoffed, “You’re supposed to be the most powerful special in the world, and you wanna call in back up?”
Sylar seemed unaffected by the scorn lacing Claire’s words. “We have a serious problem here, Claire. I’m not risking you.”
Before Claire could manage a response, Sylar walked out of the room, pulling out his cell as he headed toward Peter and Emma’s bedroom.
“He’s not kidding, you know,” Mac said quietly, “He’ll go to any lengths to save you. I just hope it doesn’t cost him his life.”
“What are you talking about? Sylar can’t be killed,” The idea was ludicrous. Claire shook her head once, “He has my power.”
“Yeah, and haven’t you learned there are a couple ways that can be dealt with? Mayhaps some glass to the back of the skull? You know his weaknesses. I know his weaknesses. Will and Linus are going to do everything they can to seduce us, use us, and turn us against everyone we’ve ever known. They have power, Claire, in terrifying amounts.”
Who the fuck did this girl think she was? Claire was nobody’s hero. Every single time she tried to save the day, it tended to backfire pretty epically in her face. Claire pulled her hands through her hair, “What do you want from me? Other than scaring me with your ominous prophecies? Sylar isn’t my friend,” She wasn’t sure why saying it made her muscles clench; “I don’t care what happens to him. I don’t know you and I honestly don’t care what happens to you either, you probably made all this shit up anyways.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have come here, the world is in danger and all you can do is focus on your extreme Sylar-hate. I’m fucking outta here,” Mac shoved herself from the stool, levitating her bags into her hands and shook her head at Claire, “You’re not worthy of him, no matter how fucking immortal you are and no matter how many T-chars he makes. You’re gonna destroy us all, you bitch.”
Claire opened her mouth to respond, but Mac disappeared from the room.
Well, she’d done it now. Claire had managed to alienate their only ally and come off like a complete bitch. Claire sighed and laid her head on the island. Sylar was going to be pissed and honestly, Claire couldn’t figure out why she cared so much.
Chapter 6
Blood spurted out of Sylar’s nose, covering Peter’s gorgeous hardwood floor in seconds. Sylar saw blinding lights rip across his optic nerves and through a haze of pain, he heard Mac suck in a breath as Claire heaved air in and out at a rapid pace.
Sylar’s vision was choked with a haze of fury. He eased his nose back into alignment as he remained terrifyingly silent. Both women finally seemed at a loss for words.
“At least there’s that,” Sylar thought, as he felt the bones fuse back into place to reform the bridge of his nose, “Finally, blessed silence.”
Claire stood in the doorway between the kitchen and the hall. She’d finally slowed her breathing and she pulled air deep and slowly into her lungs. She stared right at Sylar, silently daring him to action, and he was damn tempted to take her up on it.
Mac was quiet as a mouse and drawing random designs on the island’s surface with her finger, desperately wishing to be, really, anywhere else. Emotional scenes were not her area of expertise and she really wanted to get the fuck out of this room. Clearly the cheer leader had some fucking rage built up. Perhaps even a darkness inside of her, that hadn’t been anticipated. This situation really seemed to be spiraling out of control.
She’d hoped that by coming, by warning Sy, she could protect her only friend. But now, watching Claire seethe across the room, Mac was terribly worried that by coming to New York, she had now set off a chain of events that could mean the destruction of humanity. Maybe this had been a mistake, coming here, asking for help, like some kind of pathetic damsel or something lame-ass like that. This was shaping up to be a serious disaster.
Mac was terribly troubled, to say the least. Being on Claire’s bad side was not a position Mackenzie ever wanted to be in. In dreams, she had seen Claire over and over, a harsh queen, ruling a dark future. She’d seen this version of Claire in her dreams, an angel of vengeance, determined to lay waste to the world that had continued to betray her.
Mac was scared of that Claire, deep down, pit-of-the-gut scared. She had been so apprehensive of letting Sylar use his memory power on her for a reason. She really didn’t want her best pal to see the images running rampant in her head: images of his beloved Claire, cutting down the innocent and guilty without hesitation; images of her clothes covered in the blood of strangers; images of Claire; jamming unforgiving swords and daggers through the body of her best friend; images of Claire, spread out on that creepy-ass altar, clinging to Linus, eyes glazed with longing, begging him to take her.
Mac had seen too much of that perverted future to let it happen. Time was fluid, ever-moving, and Mac knew there was still hope to change what she’d seen. She was coming to rely on Sylar’s friendship, and already beginning to see the dangers ahead. But in Mac’s opinion, true friendship required sacrifice. It looked like saving Claire from herself may just turn out to be a costly mission, for everyone involved. It looked like things were getting serious, and that’s when friendship turned out to be the most important.
Mac knew one thing though. Time was short. Mac didn’t know the specifics, but she could feel them coming. That fucking coldness was riding the breeze, gathering strength and they needed to ban together if they wanted to stop Will and Linus. Mac just wanted to save the world, for a change. It turns out, that task is easier said than done.
“Jesus, Claire, what the hell is your problem?” Sylar finally said, with an almost terrifying calmness.
“I… Well, I was…” Oh shit, how could Claire possibly admit she was jealous? She shouldn’t have gone back into the apartment in the first place. Who needed keys, right? She had gone in to retrieve her stuff, truly, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t check out what was going on in there, right?
God, there had been power filling the room, Claire had felt it deep in her gut. It had been distracting to see the pair clutching hands. Claire had felt betrayed and beyond confused. Why was she feeling this way about Sylar? More to the point, who was she to demand anything of him? He wasn’t hers, and she didn’t want him to be. Damnit.
“Okay, immortals let’s just calm down here and pull it together. The bad guys sure aren’t out punching each other in the face and stuff,” Mac said putting her hands up in a hopefully calming gesture.
“Mac, would you pour us a round?” Sylar said gesturing to the bottle of alcohol still sitting atop the island, “Claire, you’re going to want to sit down, we’ve got a situation on our hands.”
Claire watched as Mac lazily levitated an additional shot glass from the giant violet bag resting in the corner of the room. Curiosity got the better of the cheerleader and she sat across the island from girl, “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sylar did his best to give Claire every detail he could about the experience in the dream-state. Mac would randomly interject additional thoughts or concerns. As they continued to explain the excess of power they felt, and the dread that Mac felt every time they approached her in dreams, Claire began to see the pieces slip into place.
“So these two guys think we’re gonna be like their mistresses for all time or something? What the hell? Why me? Why you?” Claire demanded jamming her thumb towards Mac.
“That seems to be the general plan, yes,” Sylar said nodding, brows knit in concentration. Claire could swear she could see his brain flying, connecting thoughts at a rapid fire pace, attempting to get the edge on their newfound enemy. “Even with a little apocalyptic world domination thrown in for good measure. My theory is that they have chosen you two based on a vast number of factors. The main reason, I believe, is the actual powers you both have and their possible applications. Odds are when your powers are used in conjunction with Will and/or Linus’ assumed abilities, even more powerful abilities could, in theory, be attained.”
Sylar had gotten into a groove mentally and stood up, moving back and forth across the room as he seemed to pace his way to more answers, “That’s not to mention that you two are incredibly attractive members of the female gender. In theory, it could be some elaborate cross-species mating experiment. Linus called humans a blight, then why take one for your own? They didn’t just pick you out of a hat. How did they find out about you? We know they are from another world, but who knows which, and who knows how many different dimensions could be out there.”
Caught up in his own musings, Sylar finally turned to look at them with a rather serious face, “We may need some back-up.”
Claire scoffed, “You’re supposed to be the most powerful special in the world, and you wanna call in back up?”
Sylar seemed unaffected by the scorn lacing Claire’s words. “We have a serious problem here, Claire. I’m not risking you.”
Before Claire could manage a response, Sylar walked out of the room, pulling out his cell as he headed toward Peter and Emma’s bedroom.
“He’s not kidding, you know,” Mac said quietly, “He’ll go to any lengths to save you. I just hope it doesn’t cost him his life.”
“What are you talking about? Sylar can’t be killed,” The idea was ludicrous. Claire shook her head once, “He has my power.”
“Yeah, and haven’t you learned there are a couple ways that can be dealt with? Mayhaps some glass to the back of the skull? You know his weaknesses. I know his weaknesses. Will and Linus are going to do everything they can to seduce us, use us, and turn us against everyone we’ve ever known. They have power, Claire, in terrifying amounts.”
Who the fuck did this girl think she was? Claire was nobody’s hero. Every single time she tried to save the day, it tended to backfire pretty epically in her face. Claire pulled her hands through her hair, “What do you want from me? Other than scaring me with your ominous prophecies? Sylar isn’t my friend,” She wasn’t sure why saying it made her muscles clench; “I don’t care what happens to him. I don’t know you and I honestly don’t care what happens to you either, you probably made all this shit up anyways.”
“I knew I shouldn’t have come here, the world is in danger and all you can do is focus on your extreme Sylar-hate. I’m fucking outta here,” Mac shoved herself from the stool, levitating her bags into her hands and shook her head at Claire, “You’re not worthy of him, no matter how fucking immortal you are and no matter how many T-chars he makes. You’re gonna destroy us all, you bitch.”
Claire opened her mouth to respond, but Mac disappeared from the room.
Well, she’d done it now. Claire had managed to alienate their only ally and come off like a complete bitch. Claire sighed and laid her head on the island. Sylar was going to be pissed and honestly, Claire couldn’t figure out why she cared so much.