[Fic] Heroes - Argus 6/13
Title: Argus 6/13 - How do you really feel, Mr. Bennett?
Author: themaskedmckay
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: None
Words: 671
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me.
Warning: Character death & implied character death. But death isn't always as final as it might seem.
Spoilers: Up to the end of season three. The story takes place between seasons three and four.
Summary: Sylar the cockroach becomes Sylar the planarian when his cell regeneration ability evolves.
Author's Notes: A HUGE thank you to luckykitty for the beta! This story was inspired by "Tomie" by Junji Ito; if you like horror you must read his comics!
Argus Illustration
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How do you really feel, Mr. Bennett?
“That was Suresh,” Noah slides his phone into the pocket of his jacket next to the gun I know he has holstered against his chest. I have to admire his style, there weren’t many people who’d go up against a special, armed only with a gun and lies. “Apparently he’s working with Sylar to find a way to stop the replication process.”
I'm really not surprised a duplicate has sought Mohinder out; if I had been in New York I would have done the same. I might still make the trip to visit Mohinder. We have a lot to catch up on. At the very least I can get rid of the duplicate that's pestering him.
“I think you mean he’s working with a duplicate Sylar.” I have to point this out so they don’t keep making that mistake; I am Sylar, the rest are only copies.
Noah doesn’t hesitate when he says, “Of course.” He’s such a practiced liar I would have been fooled if the air hadn’t shook when he said it. He doesn’t believe I’m the real Sylar and I must admit I'm curious what has him convinced I'm a duplicate.
“Matt," Noah waves his hand a little to catch Parkman's attention. Maybe Parkman's still trying to root around in my head. Maybe he's distracted by what he finds in there.
Parkman blinks, glances at me quickly, then focuses on Noah, "Sorry, what?"
"Contact Suresh in person and share our information with him," Noah says. "Monitor his progress and report back to me.”
"You want me to go to New York?" Parkman glances at me and I fill my head with thoughts of murder. I don't need to use my imagination; I just draw on past experience. He swallows then pointedly stares at Noah, "Are you sure you don't want me here?"
"We'll be fine," Noah says with a steady gaze and firm voice. Parkman could really use my lie-detection ability. Obviously his telepathy is useless for picking up on Noah's bull. Oh, but the things I could do with his telepathy... "Dr. Suresh's research," Noah continues, "will be the edge we need to end this menace."
“I didn’t come here for a cure." I remind Noah, "I came here to help you kill the duplicates.”
He gives me a half-smile that's really more a baring of teeth than any gesture of goodwill. “If Suresh can find a way to stop the replication process that will make our job easier." Ugh, he's talking down to me. He used to do that all the time when we were partners. It's annoying.
"In the meantime, Sylar, you and I will start hunting down your duplicates.” This is more what I wanted to hear. Noah has always hated me and sees me as a pest. He has the right mindset for eliminating the scourge of pretenders. If I had gone to Mohinder about this, instead, he'd want to study the duplicates instead of destroying them. Never have a scientist do the work of a trained killer.
“I have a lunch meeting with Nathan,” Angela suddenly says. It startles me because I had almost forgotten she was there. “I will coach him on how to handle questions about Sylar sightings.”
“Fine." I don't bother hiding my annoyance with her. If all she's going to contribute is power lunches and media misdirection she's useless to me. I don't care if word gets out there are duplicates of me running around. Let the government panic. I just want every duplicate to die.
I don't like that I can't control this situation. I suppose if I acquired the ability to control others having multiples of myself could be useful but I have the feeling I would find it very difficult to control my duplicates; I have a hard enough time mastering my own impulses.
I raise an eyebrow at Noah and say, "Let's start killing Sylars."
Noah looks at me like I'm suddenly his best friend, "Here I thought we'd never agree on
anything."
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On to part seven
Author: themaskedmckay
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: None
Words: 671
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me.
Warning: Character death & implied character death. But death isn't always as final as it might seem.
Spoilers: Up to the end of season three. The story takes place between seasons three and four.
Summary: Sylar the cockroach becomes Sylar the planarian when his cell regeneration ability evolves.
Author's Notes: A HUGE thank you to luckykitty for the beta! This story was inspired by "Tomie" by Junji Ito; if you like horror you must read his comics!
Argus Illustration
[ All Parts to date]
How do you really feel, Mr. Bennett?
“That was Suresh,” Noah slides his phone into the pocket of his jacket next to the gun I know he has holstered against his chest. I have to admire his style, there weren’t many people who’d go up against a special, armed only with a gun and lies. “Apparently he’s working with Sylar to find a way to stop the replication process.”
I'm really not surprised a duplicate has sought Mohinder out; if I had been in New York I would have done the same. I might still make the trip to visit Mohinder. We have a lot to catch up on. At the very least I can get rid of the duplicate that's pestering him.
“I think you mean he’s working with a duplicate Sylar.” I have to point this out so they don’t keep making that mistake; I am Sylar, the rest are only copies.
Noah doesn’t hesitate when he says, “Of course.” He’s such a practiced liar I would have been fooled if the air hadn’t shook when he said it. He doesn’t believe I’m the real Sylar and I must admit I'm curious what has him convinced I'm a duplicate.
“Matt," Noah waves his hand a little to catch Parkman's attention. Maybe Parkman's still trying to root around in my head. Maybe he's distracted by what he finds in there.
Parkman blinks, glances at me quickly, then focuses on Noah, "Sorry, what?"
"Contact Suresh in person and share our information with him," Noah says. "Monitor his progress and report back to me.”
"You want me to go to New York?" Parkman glances at me and I fill my head with thoughts of murder. I don't need to use my imagination; I just draw on past experience. He swallows then pointedly stares at Noah, "Are you sure you don't want me here?"
"We'll be fine," Noah says with a steady gaze and firm voice. Parkman could really use my lie-detection ability. Obviously his telepathy is useless for picking up on Noah's bull. Oh, but the things I could do with his telepathy... "Dr. Suresh's research," Noah continues, "will be the edge we need to end this menace."
“I didn’t come here for a cure." I remind Noah, "I came here to help you kill the duplicates.”
He gives me a half-smile that's really more a baring of teeth than any gesture of goodwill. “If Suresh can find a way to stop the replication process that will make our job easier." Ugh, he's talking down to me. He used to do that all the time when we were partners. It's annoying.
"In the meantime, Sylar, you and I will start hunting down your duplicates.” This is more what I wanted to hear. Noah has always hated me and sees me as a pest. He has the right mindset for eliminating the scourge of pretenders. If I had gone to Mohinder about this, instead, he'd want to study the duplicates instead of destroying them. Never have a scientist do the work of a trained killer.
“I have a lunch meeting with Nathan,” Angela suddenly says. It startles me because I had almost forgotten she was there. “I will coach him on how to handle questions about Sylar sightings.”
“Fine." I don't bother hiding my annoyance with her. If all she's going to contribute is power lunches and media misdirection she's useless to me. I don't care if word gets out there are duplicates of me running around. Let the government panic. I just want every duplicate to die.
I don't like that I can't control this situation. I suppose if I acquired the ability to control others having multiples of myself could be useful but I have the feeling I would find it very difficult to control my duplicates; I have a hard enough time mastering my own impulses.
I raise an eyebrow at Noah and say, "Let's start killing Sylars."
Noah looks at me like I'm suddenly his best friend, "Here I thought we'd never agree on
anything."
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On to part seven