Journal of the Whills

08 July 2008 @ 08:11 pm

HEROES PARTY!!!!!

WATCH HEROES WITH OTHER FANS!

Drink Beer (or wine or Soda),

Eat Pizza (and/or Salad)

BIG SCREEN!

PRIZES!

SPECIAL GUESTS!

My friends at Golden Apple Comics

in Hollywood, (on 7018 Melrose Ave, 3 blocks West from Highland Ave)

in Northridge (on 8967 Reseda Blvd. (S. of Nordhoff near CSUN)

have asked me to make a Post to see how many people would be interested

attending a Monday night viewing party of Heroes?

We're thinking at the Shakey's Pizza in Hollywood not to far from where "Heroes" is filmed.

Or somewhere in the San Fernando Valley if that's what more people want.

Wherever we end up it will be a place with a large screen,

much pizza,

beer and wine

can happily consumed while watching

our favorite show!

Last year at CINESPACE Jason Kyson Lee attended the First Night!

And there was lots of glam and cameras when Jack Coleman, Tim Sale and Dana Davis came for a signing last year

for the TV GUIDE covers done by Tim Sale, Jim Lee, and the late great Michael Turner.

We need a minimum of 20 or e-mail me at rebelhideouta31@gmail.com

So PM me so we can get this party started!

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24 March 2008 @ 02:33 am

HEROES WAR: Sylar Attack!

Sylar's WAR: Prelude to War Bride First Attack
(directly after the events of "Powerless")

Maya was sitting on the cot in Mohinder's lab feeling numb staring at the cement floor.

Alejandro, forgive me for being so blind.

Molly was sitting with her stroking her hand, "He killed my parents and Mohinder's father."

"I'm so sorry," said Maya sadly as if this too were her fault. With her lower lip trembling a little she said, "but..."

"You loved him, didn't you," Molly said, "Its not your fault. He betrayed Mohinder and Mohinder's father too."

"I should've listened to my brother," said Maya guiltily.

"My friends at school never listen to their brothers and sisters, why would you?"

Maya hugged the little girl to her and kissed the top of her silken head.

"You are so wise, for someone so young," said Maya wiping her tears.

"I've had to be," said Molly wistfully and Maya hugged her again.

Mohinder and Elle were just out of ear shot in the corridor where Elle had chased Sylar. Their voices were raised and Elle came storming back into the lab followed by Mohinder who was saying,

"No, Elle! You need to wait for back up."

Elle came down the stairs to the cot where Molly and Maya sat.

"Where is Sylar, Molly?" Elle demanded.

"No, Elle, she's been through enough today", said Mohinder looking at then women, then turning to take in his smashed lab, "We all have."

"Molly, please, we have to stop him."

"Leave her alone, Elle!" shouted Mohinder.

"I want to!" said Molly fiercely to Mohinder.

Molly went into her trance then opened her eyes.

"He's at a the Hard Luck Diner in Jersey City. Just after the toll."

"Lets hope he's real hungry. Maya come with me," Elle said shoving her gun into the back of her pants.

"You can't be serious," Mohinder protested, "She needs to be examined by a doctor after what she's been through."

"It will have to wait till we get back. Do you want revenge for your brother? Do you want to stop a man who has the power not to kill hundreds but millions? You can kill, but also you can revive. All we need to do is work together and we can put him in prison. He won't ever hurt you or anyone you care about ever again. Are you with me, Maya?"

Maya's eyes immediately went to Molly who gave her a nod of assent.

"Yes," said Maya fiercely standing her hand curled into fists.

"Ladies, be careful," was all Mohinder could think to say as Maya and Elle determinedly left the lab with Mohinder looking on helplessly holding Molly's hand.

Elle was driving her Cadillac like a maniac through the Holland Tunnel.

"You understand the plan Maya? I start the fight, you finish it."

"Yes."

"I know you want him dead," said Elle, "but you have to remember to revive us and stand by to use the tazer. But no killing of Sylar--or me. We need him alive."

Using the pay phone just outside the Hard Luck Diner's Mens Room. Sylar put in a call to his semi-retarded cousin Cassandra in Sleeply Hollow. Over the the prior months before the incidents at Kirby Plaza, whenever he felt the need to lay low yet be near to New York City, he would hole up with his semi-deranged and ancient aunt. Over time Sylar came to realize that Cassandra had a power but he wasn't clear on how it operated and was still sussing it out. As for Cassie's part, when she first saw Sylar levitate she showed no indication that it should be odd to see a human fly into the air. In fact when Sylar was about to fly off to Texas she ran after him yelling he'd forgot his lunch.

"Cassie? Yeah, its me, Gabriel. Sorry to hear about Aunt Bethy, I mean your mom. I'm going to be coming to stay with you....calm down. I'll explain it all when I see you. I sent some of my things by van tonight. Keep an eye for it."

Exiting the diner Sylar went walking down the steps to the parking lot--or more accurately waddling-- a toothpick in his teeth. The food was sub-par but there had been a lot of it plus fresh bread. He was exhausted and next thing he most wanted was a bed. The thought of a bed suddenly and unexpectedly made him think of Maya.

I have to admit it. I got used to her being around.

An odd shudder of regret and yearning went through his body. He shook it off heading for the stolen BMW when his sensitive hearing picked up a pair of heels that sounded familiar. A lightening bolt of electricity grazed his arm as he went diving behind a garbage dumpster. Sylar retaliated against his blonde assailant by sending the dumpster hurtling at her with his telekinesis. Elle went diving out its way yelling, "Now! Do it! Now!"

From her secure place in the backseat of Elle's lime green Cadillac, lying on her side out of sight, Maya's eyes darkened.

Please, Alejandro, help me stop the monster who killed you..

Sylar was standing over Elle his telekinesis holding her tight, unable to access her power, "You work for the same people Bennet does, I bet. I should snap your neck but I want you to--ugh!" Sylar suddenly found himself falling sick. Suddenly within a two block radius cars went crashing into each other. People leaving the diner passed out, their eyes blackened with ooze.

"Maya! Stop it!" He screamed yelling, looking round the parking lot, his eyes darkening causing him to fall to one knee. Telekinetically cars went flying into the air one by one smashing on the tarmac of the street. Cars and trucks went colliding into each other as people lost control of their vehicles. People were shrieking with panic not knowing what was happening to them, then getting out of their vehicles, running then falling to the ground. Elle's eyes also were blackening while writhing on the floor of the diner's parking lot.

Keep it up, Maya. Elle thought passing out.

"Maya! Where are you?!" Sylar shouting now down on both knees.

"I'm right in front of you, you bastard!" Maya said looking down at him with eyes black and oozing.

As Sylar laid down to die he was still pleading with Maya, "..Don't...kill... me...You...love me...," appearing to be dying.

"I do...I mean, I did," wept Maya who's tears were now clearing.

Elle came to stand next to Maya and patted her shoulder. "You did well. Nighty, nite, you fiend from hell," said Elle sweetly waving to Sylar as his eyes closed.

The last site Sylar had was of Maya wiping her tears and the look of scorn in and triumph in both women's bearing as they stood over him as a Mercedes Benz went crashing into a hydrant behind the two women, spewing water.

When he awoke Sylar found himself in hospital clothes, strapped down on a cell cot. The lovely blonde electric minx was standing with a back to him as she was filling a syringe from a small bottle.

"Do you think I'd let you people take me a third time. You are so predictable," laughing like the devil making Elle's skin crawl. Whipping her head around realizing too late Sylar had been playing possum. A sudden question ran through Elle's mind fearfully.

Did Maya's power even effect him?

"Oh, Crap!" she exclaimed as the bottle went sailing out of her hands smashing against the cell wall. Pivoting quickly she fired electricity at him but discovering a power she wasn't aware he had. Sylar, leaping from the bed, dodging her bolts of lightening, went running threw the cell wall.

Great. He can phase.

Sylar went running through pipes, walls and corridors laughing all the way. She followed his insane demon's laugh out the cell door and down the corridor. And saw with horror the cell doors being thrown open in succession. She did not see Knox come up behind her.

Knox a tall African-American man with savage eyes and incredible strength had her by the throat. Then sent Elle slamming against a corridor wall. Parts of the ceiling collapsed as she sent uncontrolled spurts of electricity at him while squeezing the air out of her larynx. Losing consciousness the only thing before her eyes Elle saw was the picture of her father, Bob Bishop, in his fishing togs, proudly holding up that damned fish. Then darkness.

Noah Bennet aka HRG was still in his cell when the first assault came.

Though he had done as he was bid by Bob. The Company did not yet see fit to re-instate Noah in full. Bob still did not trust him and they would not yet let him communicate with his family. He was on his cot writing a letter to Sandra and Clair using the blank back pages of a trashy romance novel he'd found shoved under his mattress. There were those within the Company who looked at HRG's years of service and were dismayed by the Company's treatment of Noah. One of those was a clerk who brought around books for prisoners deemed safe enough to get such things. He offered Noah to mail the book to his family.

Noah was still writing when the overhead lights snapped on. A few moments later they began to flicker.

"For heavensake's, how cheap can a man with the Midas touch be?! The buildings needed re-wiring for ages. " Noah wondered putting his pencil down. But then the alarm sounded. Through his cell window he saw security, with guns drawn, running down the corridor. Then he heard his cell door click open. As a prisoner it should've brought him joy, but Noah exhaled a soft, pained, "Oh, no."

Elle awoke to Sylar in his street clothes dragging her telekinetically along a corridor floor.

"I see you're awake," he said tossing her a quick glance backwards, "Now we can play."
Coming to a pair of double doors, "Bang!" he said gesturing with a gun he some how reacquired and the doors telekinetically flew open. As he went walking through them he said, "Your powers won't work. See how you like it."

"You gave me the Virus?"

"Yup."

For the first time Elle was truly frightened. She always had access to her powers and had never been cut off from them. Especially in a pinch, like now. Elle realized Sylar was dragging her into an operating room.

"You won't be able to take my power, Sylar. You'll get the virus."

"Maybe, maybe not. Later, I might test that theory, now that I know what the antidote is. In the meantime, I'm going to let you enjoy what I had to endure."

Sylar levitated Elle onto a metal table.

Sylar leaned over her and said, "I have many ideas about how we could play together."

Well, I saved the Coroner some work, Dad. I should get points for that.

A tray table with metal implements slid over to Sylar. Picking them up he examined them closely, first a scalpel, then a small drill, then forceps.

"I'm not scared of you," Elle said.

"Then you're living up to your hair color and aren't very bright," Sylar said examining something that looked like a dental scaler, "But you should be scared, I'm a psychopathic killer."

"Takes one to know one." Think, Elle, think

"Its nice to have things in common with one's prey," he said studying the scalpel then replacing it on the metal tray. "Y'know," he said with his down cast heavy lidded eyes wandering over her body. "You're very pretty. I didn't catch you're name."

"Elle."

"Electric Elle. Sounds like a name for a subway or a broadway play. You're just the kind of girl, Elle, who wouldn't have looked at me twice when I lived in Queens." Sylar gave a slow lick of his lips, his eyes looking at her with carnal intensity and his fingers stroking her face. Elle thought philisophically,

Well, it wouldn't be the first time I traded my virtue and self respect for my life. I need to stall.

"I don't see why not. There's nothing wrong with you a little thorzine couldn't help," she said coquettishly indicating she was amenable to seduction over death.

Sylar leaning down to her said in a husky voice, "Witty, Elle...," then fastening his mouth upon hers, he allowed his hands to roam freely over her body. Elle shut her eyes. Then opening them slightly, looking through her eye lashes noticed off in the corner above an operating lamp came the silent flashing red signal that was a warning signal to all Special People that those on assignment needed to leave immediately: The Haitian was on his way into the building.

Thank God, that wretch, Knox, busted the siren. The Calvary is coming.

Breaking the kiss Sylar stood up, "Lovely, Elle--who's a bit of slut for my taste. Though you might be fun to play with for a while."

The evil looking surgical implements came hovering menacingly about Elle's face and eyes and she tensed unable to get away, held in Sylar's vicious telekinetic grip.

"There are certain things I want to know," said Sylar frostily, suddenly all business, "and some people I need to find and either you give me answers I want or we find out how inventive I can be with these new toys?"

"Who?" asked Elle playing for time.

"Molly Walker, Noah Bennet, Mohinder Suresh and Maya Herrera."

"I don't know where any of them are."

"You're lying. I don't like like liars." The scalpel was hovering dangerously close to Elle's right eye when there came an ear piercing scream.

"Maya!" both Sylar and Elle said together turning to look in the same direction.

Elle for the second time that day was sent smashing into a wall and into unconsciousness (for the third time).

"I saw her first, blondie," said Sylar charging out into the hallway.

Maya was sitting on the examination table waiting for Dr. Astin to come back with her test results and was considering what Elle had said.

Maybe this is what I'm supposed to be doing. Hunting down scum like him. But..Its not what I want to do, Alejandro. Its not who I am. I don't want to do it.

Dr. Astin a tall man with jet black hair and very pink skin walked back into the examination room from the corridor and sighed, "Well, you appear normal," then he made an embarrassed stammer, "I-I mean, that all your vitals are normal, except--"

"Yes?"

"How long ago did you have coitus?"

"Excuse me?"

"Sex. How long ago?"

"This morning, I'm sorry to say," Maya said bitterly,Why?"

"Well, I'm noticing a trend in Special people. You're pregnant, Maya."

How tenderly her Gabriel had kissed her at the door of his hotel room but how quickly it grew in passion and urgency. Sylar lifting Maya off the ground her legs wrapping around him, he was about to turn with her to go into his hotel room where Maya's murdered brother lay. Sylar suddenly stopping short, remembering.

"Just a minute," Sylar said breaking the kiss and setting Maya down.

He slipped back into the motel room slamming the door behind him. Kicking and shoving Sylar stuffed lAlejandro's bleeding body underneath the bed. Gathering up all the spare towels and soaking them with water in the bathroom sink, Sylar paused to look in the mirror over the sink.

You are one cold, greedy son-of-a-bitch. Cold? I'm on fire.

Sylar tossed the wad of towels over the blood, threw open the door to a, once again, startled Maya, yanking her into the room by her jacket, pulling it off. Taking her lovely face into his hands, he caressed her full lips with his index finger. Looking down into the depths of her dark eyes soft with desire for him Sylar fastened his mouth on Maya's, as if meant to devour her. His hands quickly moving to tear off the rest of her clothes. Pulling off her blouse, ripping off her bra, kissing her neck, pausing to suck her breasts, his hands sliding down her body unzipping her pants sliding them off. His south bound mouth traveled to her belly cupping her rear. Slipping off his own pants his body aching with long suppressed need Sylar lifted Maya up entering her roughly, her legs entwining about him.

In a mixture of ecstasy and pain Maya's head fell back, mouth open as Sylar laid her down, he falling into her, she falling on him and they falling onto the bed under which her dead brother lay.

Her hands kneaded his back and ran through his hair. His thrusting growing increasingly violent their hands entwined, their bodies moving together, their mouths consuming each other. amid their moans, climaxing

"You belong to me, Maya, forever." Sylar breathed in her ear.

These words echoed through Maya's mind as she absorbed the news Dr. Astin was giving her.

"Pregnant? So soon? This cannot be possible."

"I'm afraid it can for Special people like yourself. Fertilization and Implantation normally takes 6 to 12 weeks for average people. For Specials it can happen within six hours."

"Is there any danger? For the baby I mean?"

"No. The pregnancies oddly enough come off the same, nine months. We don't know why but you might be unable to use your powers or they will simply appear very weak. Why this is? We suspect that neural activities get shunted to accommodate the pregnancy. But its not yet proven in any case--"

The lights flickered on and off.

"What now?" asked the doctor, "This building should have been rewired years ago."

The alarm sounded.

"What's happening?" Maya asked worriedly.

Dr. Astin was about to answer when an arm went through the good doctor's stomach.

Maya screamed and a bald muscled, yellow-toothed albino the size of a truck in a blue prison uniform, appeared behind the doctor leering down at Maya. Withdrawing his arm from the doctor's intestines which spilled out onto to the floor said, "And that's without using my powers, Darlin'."

Its name was Bolt and he hadn't seen a woman in five years, having been brought down by the Haitian and Eden for rape in Oklahoma. Maya was beating at him him, kicking and spitting, scratching as he kicked open an empty cell door for the first time since she becoming aware of her powers she did not have them. Shrieking, "Help! Help me!" as Bolt tossed her inside the cell and onto the bed, kicking the cell door shut with his foot.

"Hey, pretty, missy. Ever see anyone burnt alive?"

Bolt snapped his fingers causing fire to dance in his palm.

"Just behave yourself and you won't get burned. You will get laid, but not burnt," he cackled as Maya screamed the albino's big paw tearing open her blouse.

"Out of the frying pan, Maya and into the fire, " a voice behind Bolt's big head said. The albino spun round to see who it was.

"Just little ol' me, Underdog," said Sylar. But when Bolt swung his fist around to Sylar he was no longer there.

"I bet you'd never consider it lucky to see me again," said Sylar now standing next to Maya grabbing her hand and phasing, with her through the wall. Bolt spun back swinging his fist hitting the wall. Which sent Bolt screaming and swearing colorfully.

Through the cell door's window Sylar watched amused as the albino pounded on the door Sylar had fused closed.

"He looks like Frankenberry," said Sylar to Maya who was trying to break his grip. Yanking her closer, "What no gratitude? No thank you from my lover for saving her compromised virtue. I can't leave you alone for a moment, without some slob wanting to jump on top of you. Now I begin to understand poor Alejandro."

Maya slapped Sylar.

"You blaspheme his name! I hate you! I hate you!"

"You so hate what you are you went and let Mohinder inject you with the virus leaving you without your powers, forcing me to come rescue you!" Sylar yelled back holding up a threatening hand about to deliver a hard backhanded slap to her cheek when he stopped

"We'll have to carry on this conversation at another time," Sylar leaping up into air and passing like a ghost through the ceiling.

A few moments later, skidding through the corridor gun in hand, came Noah Bennet, followed by the Haitian and a phalanx of security, back on duty courtesy of Angela Petrelli.

"Damn! We Just missed him," said Elle skidding in behind them, "he can phase."

"Damn it!" spat Noah, "When we couldn't find you the, Haitian and the rest of us started rounding up those we could. Twelve are missing. Thanks to Sylar."

Elle went to Maya to help her up. Seeing the torn blouse, "Sylar?" she asked.

"No. Not Sylar," said Maya.

"Who?" asked Noah kindly.

"Him. Sylar, rescued me from..him," said Maya nodding towards the enormous albino maniac who could be seen threw the door window pounding with his fists on the door and making obscene gestures.

Elle, Bennet, wrapping Maya in his jacket, and the Haitian exchanged glances at this news.

"Lets get you out of here," said Elle taking Maya's arm.

Sylar's cousin Cassie had put the images of Elle, Bennet and the Haitian into Sylar's mind warning him of the odd SG who could "switch" off other's powers. Flying through the air towards Sleepy Hollow and his cousin's home, Sylar shuddered inwardly at the thought but wondered if, like the Virus, if he took the Haitian's power it would render him with only one power. It was night by the time Sylar drifted back to earth in the backyard were Cassie was tending her rabbits. She looked up at him as he banged open the backdoor, "I don't want to talk about it!" was all he said.

As Cassie busied herself in the kitchen making dinner--roast chicken. It always seemed to turn her cousin Gabriel's frown upside down when her mom made it. Sylar was in the shower considering his odious defeat from his point of view. He too was trying to wash off the shame.

Out of the shower and wrapping a towel around his waist he sat on the edge of the tub thinking. His attack had not accomplished what he wanted. He had found little out about his enemies nor grabbed hold of the people he needed, or the powers he desired. The incident with Maya confused him. Why had he wasted his time with her? Why hadn't he simply killed the troglodyte and the beauty and taken both their powers? True, in hindsight he wouldn't have had enough time before Elle, Bennet and their strange associate plus the calvary showed up.

He had managed to have some fun throwing his enemies temporarily into chaos, it was clear despite his array of powers, he, once again, found himself in danger of capture.

Its that silent, dark skinned man with the "off switch".

Along with a cadre of men with guns. The inescapable conclusion for Sylar was if intended to destroy those who could take away his abilities and all he had worked towards, then he would need help.

Snapping his fingers Sylar remembered something he'd brought back.

Padding into his bedroom he found the one folder he was able to grab off the desk of the big company honcho's desk phasing through the Company walls. Glancing through the folder it while dressing, the garden scents of rosemary and thyme came wafting up from the kitchen.

"What are we having, Cassie?" he called from his bedroom.

"Roast chicken and cabbage," she shouted back.

"Yay!" he said smiling walking down the stairs in slacks and a t-shirt reading the file of the Great General Takezo Kensiei, Adam Monroe.

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17 March 2008 @ 11:23 pm

Some Maya/Sylar News from Wizard World Con

The Sylar and Maya stuff is at the bottom of the page. The rest of this is the Heroes Panel at Wizard World

It seems sometime Sat. morning Jeph, Milo and Tim were dragged before NBC/Universal Stroomtroopers and Lawyers and warned that they were VERBOTEN!! FORBIDDEN!! to reveal ANYTHING about "Villians"

A friend of mine overheard them fretting together over what they were going to talk about at the Panel billed as a discussion about "Villians".

Jeph: There will be announcements about "Villians" in the next few weeks. All I can say is that the next season will blow your mind!

Me: How many weeks?

Jeph: I can't tell you.

(March 18 the Soundtrack Album comes out. Maybe will here somethings then. Maybe.)

So what did they talk about? Talk mainly turned to discussions of the last two seasons. Thankfully, people, on the whole behaved themselves and it did not turn into the Inquisition I was fearing. We will see how Comic-Con goes.

The following is dependent on my aging and unreliable memory:

Well, first, Milo pointed out the very real pair of Stormtroopers at the back of the auditorium.

Milo: They're making me nervous.

Jeph: That's because they have real weapons. See that one's NBC, the other's Universal.

GirlFan: I really liked how each character was defined a profession, Peter, a nurse, Nathan, a politian, Niki, a stripper--

Jeph:--Niki was a stripper?! Where was I?!

GirlFan: In the second season this got kind of lost--only Parkman continued to have a job he continued from the first season. I was wondering if you were going to get back to that in "Villians".

Jeph: We were kinda faced with, with our characters. How are ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm after what they've been through. Now that they know of each other. How do you get them back to their normal lives. So we had Peter, for instance, lose his memory and his job was to get it back.

(The problem as noted by this questioner is essentially that the characters lose their grounding in reality if they don't have jobs and responsibilities they have to deal and we can relate to.)

A very young girl, about 5 or 6, asked almost ready to cry:

Child: Did your brother really die? (meaning Nathan)

Milo: We don't know yet. I really hope not. It would be a great loss to me and Peter.

Jeph: It would be a great loss to the show. It would mean not just losing Nathan but Adrian Pasdar.

Me: (To Milo) Do you feel Peter at some point will mentor other 'Specials'

Milo: I feel he could definitely end up doing that but right now he's saved the world--TWICE! And he is still dealing with controlling all the powers he's absorbed. This may confuse him and lead him...

Milo was implying Peter may go down a dark path before returning to the the light. Whether he may join with Sylar or Adam or neither.

(There is a fan story out there somewhere of Sylar and Adam joining forces to defeat Peter and Save the World. I know there's also many a Sylar/Peter team up as well. You never know...As unlikely as it seems.)

Right now, this all I can remember. I meant to bring my video camera but forgot. Sorry. Next time.

I recommend you guys periodically googling the following: Wizard World Los Angeles 2008 Heroes panel youtube or check the Wizard World site.

Because there was videotaping and it should be posted soon.

Update kinda spoilers:

Sylar News: He should be in the first episode of "Villians" and as long as Zach remains uncommitted, there will be much more of Sylar this season.

I asked Jeph which is more powerful Sylar's TK or Maya's Black Tears. He said that we might not yet know the extent of Maya's powers. And that the "Black Tears" are the symptoms, not the power themselves. It implies that maybe she will be getting even more control of her powers and that they might change.

Also when I asked if Sylar and Maya would throwdown or something. He answered "...Or something."

Which I take as meaning they may not actually confront each other one on one. She may simply use her powers and he may not even know she's there.

OR

They may not fight at all.

The Spoilers from the December VerneFilmFest Video may or may not appear in the fall showEverything may be re filmed or redone. Its up in the air. If you go to Comic-Con this year. You're more likely to get more information about what might happen.

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29 February 2008 @ 09:38 pm

Sylar/Maya

HEROES WAR!

Prologue: War Bride

New Fic: HEROES WAR!

Title: Prologue: War Bride

Rating: Pg-R
Author: Mylarskid

Chapters; 1|2|3|4|

Maya was sitting in Bob's office on the couch her eyes studying the carpet feeling ashamed and queasy in the stomach. Elle was sitting with her holding her hand, an arm around Maya's shoulder.

"We're not going to abandon her, Daddy. Are we?" said Elle firmly daring her father to cross her.

"Of course, not, Elle, " said Bob, once again trying to calm an overly emotional situation, "But I have to admit from our point of view, Maya, this delay in your training sets us back considerably. Your talents, once harnessed, will help us immeasurably in saving the world."

Maya was about to ask how killing people could help save the world when there was a loud rumbling and the building shook. Maya and Elle were thrown off the couch and Bob was knocked off his feet. It stopped.

Elle, the first to regain her feet was helping Maya, and her father up, when the rumbling came again. Cracks grew across the ceiling and walls rapidly branching. There was a wrenching sound and pipes burst within the walls spraying water through the ever widening cracks. Plaster fell sending Maya, and Bob diving for cover under his desk while Elle went leaping under the coffee table.

The cracks in the walls widened into gaps where the night sky could be seen. The roof of the Hartsdale branch of the Company was being ripped off its frame. The room gave a tremendous shudder, there was an ear splitting roar, then there was nothing but the stars. There was a surreal moment in which it seemed like the ceiling was just about to float away into the night sky when an unseen hand dropped it with an explosive thud on the street below.

The room's three occupants timorously poked their heads out from their respective hiding places to looking up at the night sky. Wind went whistling about them while the Company alarm distantly sounded.

Maya let out a shriek from her soul. "NO! Go away! I HATE YOU! " She hid herself beneath the desk quaking with emotion and for the first time wanting desperately to be able to kill, trying to force her tears to come.

He fell like Lucifer out of the night sky resplendent in his black coat.

Elle shot lightening bolts at him from under the coffee table. But with a minor movement of his hand while descending Sylar deflected them back hitting the coffee table and sending it flying, uncovering Elle. With another movement Sylar tossed Elle against a wall knocking her out. Bob ran to his daughter and was cradling her in his arms when Sylar's booted feet touched the floor.

"You're the one who gives the orders here, aren't you?" he said walking purposefully towards Bob when Mohinder threw open the office door yelling, "Maya!" And found himself between Bob and, yet again, facing down Sylar.

"Yes, where is Maya, Mohinder?" said Sylar pointing two fingers at Suresh, telekinetically pinning him against office door wall.

"What do you want?" asked Mohinder bitterly, straining against the force that held him four feet above the floor.

Directing a vicious smile in Bob's direction, Sylar answered, "To do this." Bob dropped his daughter's prostrate body and grabbed his throat.

"No! Don't! Please!" cried Bob, gasping for air.

"Stop it!" yelled Mohinder.

There was a wet sounding snap and Bob's head went limp.

Maya's scream echoed out from under the desk.

"I left something with you, Mohinder that belongs to me," Sylar said walking to Bob's desk. He knelt down, "Hello, Maya."

Maya was grasping for dear life onto one of the desk legs, her face drawn with fear but her eyes filled only with normal tears, and rage.

"GO AWAY! I HATE YOU! Leave me alone!" She spat at him.

"You can't stay here, Maya. I won't allow it. Do you want our child experimented on the way they did with your lightening fingered friend there? Or the way they tried with Molly?"

"I would never let that happen. Don't listen to him, Maya," yelled Mohinder.

"You? The Company controls you. You haven't the power to protect anyone. I do."

"You're a monster! You want my powers, my baby's powers," said Maya, " I'm not going anywhere with you!"

"I don't have time to argue my point," said Sylar with irritated finality.

The desk began to disintegrate. The leg fell away through Maya 's fingers like sand. Maya's eyes went wide with shock. Before she could react Sylar grabbed her to him wrapping his arms tightly about her so she could not move. Her face pressed up against his chest so she could barely breathe.

"Leave her!" cried Mohinder.

"If I didn't have proof, I'd have killed the both of you for your presumption, Mohinder. We'll meet again. But family comes first!"

He rose up into the air holding Maya tightly. Maya was reciting a prayer for forgiveness against his chest. She was so warm, lithe and lovely harldly weighing anything at all.

"I missed you, Maya," Sylar said resting his head against hers. They disappeared into the night sky with the speed of a starship.

Mohinder fell face forward, the wind knocked out of him, but otherwise unharmed.

Regaining his feet from what he thought was a quake, Maya's scream sent Noah Bennet racing up the stairs to Bob's office and running threw the door gun drawn. The odd sight of Bob's office without its ceiling and the stars glittering above did not startle him. But the sight of Bob's lifeless body being rocked in Elle's arms, wailing in pain surprised Noah, touching him profoundly. He helped Mohinder to his feet.

"Sylar." He sputtered, still winded, "Somehow he knew. He's taken, Maya."

"I know how you feel about her, Suresh, I'm sorry."

"YOU! You did it! You let Sylar know!"

"I had to. For the first time since Sylar declared war on us we have we have someone inside his organization. Someone who hates him. Someone he won't kill. At least, not yet. Sylar's sudden desire for family may be the only thing that can bring him down."

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02 February 2008 @ 01:30 pm

HEROES WAR!

HEROES WAR!

Chapter 1 - War Birds

Screaming and yelling finally gave way to sleep for Adam Monroe. How long he slept could not say, months or years. Finally, he heard the sound of a spade and a pick ax. Then a thud. A weight dropped on top of the coffin lid. A banging on the lid then:

"Wakey! Wakey! Adam Monroe! Are you in there? The air in there must be pretty bad. Deathless or not, it can't be pleasent."

"Who is that? Never mind. Get me hell OUT OF HERE!"

"First things, first, if I let you out, like Aladdin's genie, what promise of alliegiance will you give me?"

"What do you want?"

"A simple oath, a pledge of allegiance. You can help me and I you."

"Yes--"

"--Wait. I'm giving you fair warning. This is a very dark pledge and I'll hold you to it. It could render your 400 years of life meaningless and worthless if you break it."

"For god's sake! I'm hardly in a position to-- What do you want me to pledge?"

There was a pregnant pause. The voice outside seemed to grow darker and lower in timbre.

"An oath... on the lives of your children and descendants who are living among us."

In the dark, in the wet, in the dank and poisonous humid air, Takeo Kensei, aka Adam Monroe couldn't help but pause to consider.

"Don't waste my time, Adam. There are others who are interested in my help."

Adam heard the weight leave the coffin and his potential savior's footsteps fall away into the distance forcing him to cry out.

"Pleeaaasee--don't go! To whom am I speaking?"

"Guess! And I'll give you a hint. Its not your former friend. The witless wonder --Peter Petrelli. I believe you've heard of me while you were a captive"

Adam felt his eyes go wide in the darkness, "Sylar!" he exclaimed in shock.

"Of course. Now, swear!"

"On the lives of my children who walk among us and my descendants, I swear an oath of fealty to SYLAR!"

The lid of the coffin blew off flying high into the air then falling with a thud and suddenly there was moonlight and it made Adam squint. Cold fresh, dew ridden air, swept over him and and he saw again the star studded black-blue sky. Adam sat up slowly. Adam began to tremble a little with damp and cold. Appearing on the edge of the grave proffering his hand came a handsome, boyish face so full of bonhomie and warmth he was taken aback. It was hard for Adam to believe the smiling face of his benefactor and new bosom friend was that of Gabriel Gray aka Sylar. Adam was inwardly struck with the contrast to Sylar's deservedly bloody reputation. Sylar held out a long woolen blue coat to Adam.

"Put this on."

"I can't move my arms much right now."

"I understand," said Sylar.

The gentle consideration, boyish warmth and amiability Gabriel Gray could exude when he chose was on full display. Drapping the coat over his new friend's shoulder before giving him a hand up.

"Careful, my legs are stiff as well. "

"I can imagine."

Sylar leant forward to grasp Adam's upper arm warm to help him up.

"On three," said Sylar.

"Its like helping a cripple," said Adam.

"You'll get better. On one..." said Sylar

"One, two, three and..." they said together and Adam took a stiff lunge forward with Sylar steadying him.
Then Adam was standing looking down darkly at the grave at his feet.

You're going to regret this, Carp. Deeply and painfully.

"You want revenge. I can tell," said Sylar happily.

"How did you know where I was?"

"My cousin told me," said Sylar taking his arm to steady Adam on his unsteady feet. "Lets, walk and talk a bit. Its a nice night to be out of a grave.

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02 January 2008 @ 02:40 pm

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Chapter 2

Two Months Ago...

Queens Revisited

Night in Astoria, Queens. The number Seven train screeched overhead as he walked under the EL train's black girders and was nearly hit by a taxi running a red light while crossing Broadway. Astoria, welcomes you.

The tips of his ears were cold despite a knit cap and long coat, his collar upturned. A bitter November, cold with Christmas lights. Passing a slate grey shingled house with a street level door adorned with a holy wreath made Sylar stop suddenly . He walked backwards and did a double-take. He would've sworn he saw a group photo with the cop from Kirby Plaza, handsome Mohinder, delectable Maya and sweet little Molly grouped in a mass hug wearing red Santa caps. He rubbed his eyes. No it wasn't them. Why would they come to mind?

They will have to be dealt with and collected at some point. But there are larger fish to fry first.

He swept on like a black winged specter past the Greek pastry shops and brick apartment buildings, then turned a corner onto a dead end street. On its own little narrow island of tar and concrete sitting across from a hardware store and a grocery was: Gray & Sons. Jewelry and Watch Repair. Everyone always mistook it for a pawnshop.

The old curiosity shop, Sylar thought peering into his and his family's storefront business. It was dark but he could see inside due to a street lamp that it was devoid of life. There was a foreclosure notice papered over on the window BUY or LEASE sign and above it and COMING SOON! Another Neighborhood STARBUCKS! To see it this way, his inheritance from his father, a profound ancestral pain shuddered through him. The loss of all that grounded him to the world and his former life melting away like so much filthy city snow.

How much coffee can people drink? A Borough-brat's class rage bubbled up in him against the faceless corporate elite eating the world; leeching towns of their uniqueness; people of their individuality and life of its flavors. Put them on my "to do list." But in his pursuit of Power(s) was he any different?

A sudden sense of the depth of his abandonment and betrayal to his heritage, and ultimately, of himself.

Betrayal of that dork, Gabriel Gray.

Ask Maya about betrayal sometime.

I am in the midst of becoming.

Becoming what?

I couldn't rightly tell you.

F-Starbucks! They do make good coffee, though.

Sylar tried the door and pulled the keys from his coat pocket. Finding the lock changed he thought he might just break the glass but then remembering his phasing ability he passed through mortar, brick, wood, glass and cracked paint like a ghost. The place smelled of dust and rancid air. Pulling from his coat pocket a small flashlight and he panned it about. Dust covered everything. He was not surprised to find the little store raped of all valuables.

Its New York City, after all.

Looking at the empty display cases--some of the glass smashed. It hurt to see the place so torn and bare. Underneath the floor boards behind the counter he had hidden his watch and jeweler's tools and some other items from his travels. But as he swept the light around his eyes were suddenly drawn by a few envelopes piled at the end of the dusty counter. He sorted through them carelessly tossing them away: Con Ed, AT&T, Borough of Queens Tax Board, the Vote Petrelli flyer he mangled it with his talons and there was an arrest notice, Come and catch me. Please do.

Then a postcard from of all places Sleepy Hollow, NY. It was dated a few days after his own mother died. Then a small, sweet, child-like voice spoke to him.

Dear Gabriel,
How are you? I am writing to let you know, that my Mom, your Aunt Bethy died. She had a heart attack. I tried calling Aunt Ginny to tell her but no one answers. I called your shop but no one answers. So I'm writing. I hope you are okay, Gabriel. Your Mom told my Mom you were doing a lot of traveling. I hope we get to see each other. You're my only family, Gabriel. Please come home. I miss you.
Love Always,
Cassie (Cassandra)

Cassandra, who was seven years his senior, was mentally a permanent child. In the old yellow three story, ramshackle house in a working class neighborhood he spent summers with his cousin, fishing, swimming, hiking. He even made one or two friends who had since moved away. It was an effort by his parents to get him into fresh air and for them to have an on again off again reconciliation. Most of the time he spent bullying Cassie into doing just about anything he wanted, taking her things, breaking them and blaming her when caught. All of which she bore in utter adoration of her young cousin.

Some feint human need for a bond of kinship still breathed within him along with a cunning need for a base of operations. The happy family portrait of Maya, Mohinder, Molly and the cop, which came from god know's where into his mind, tore at the lonely bare wound that still occasionally caused him pain when the cold wind of regret blew threw him. The pain of Gabriel Gray, the perennial loner, always looking in from the outside on happier homes and warmer relationships, still ached within him.

Again, unbidden, came an image of the ice skating rink in Rockefellar center. Molly holding hands between Mohinder and Maya while the fat cop holding Maya's hand was struggling to stay on his feet. If his hunger was not so insatiable, if he truly had ever feeling for Maya and any understanding of the depth of his betrayal of her, if the need driving him wasn't the great and insane monster it was, then maybe he could simply leave them alone. But Powers, his drug of choice, was cutting him off from all recognizable emotions or even biological imperatives, much like heroin. Then his stomach grumbled, and had to admit, he missed Maya's cooking.

I will come for a visit , Cass, I will.

Up the Tappan Zee Bridge to fresh air and small towns, didn't she say she was a janitor at some mysterious company in Hartsdale?

The Present (Sylar and Adam) somewhere between Tokyo and New York

"So you were in Company lock-up in Hartsdale?"

They were in Adam's Lear Jet flying back from Tokyo to New York. Adam was looking out of a window morose and tight-lipped.

"What's wrong?" asked Sylar in irritation.

Adam gave Sylar a look of incomprehension.

"I gave fair warning. Didn't I?"

Sylar and Adam made their way from the cemetery by foot, rail and taxi to Tokyo. The dust and dirt on them as they made their way to the Hilton's reservation desk made the other guests stare and Sylar nearly lost his temper. Adam, needing new clothes and a bath badly, pulled Sylar along by his coat collar. They were given a suite. Adam from the bath, was much more himself, bursting with ideas shouting them through the door.

"Since we're in Japan. We should strike at Nakamura Industries first."

Sylar, stripped to the waist, was sitting on the bed nearest the hotel room door, a towel thrown over his shoulder studying the room service menu.

"We've no defense, as yet, against, your friend Hiro," said Sylar shouting back,"You're the General, you should be thinking strategy and tactics on a more encompassing scale."

"Well, what are our goals?" asked the General from his bath.

"Well in order to revenge ourselves on those who took my powers and put you in a grave," said Sylar, putting a pen to his lips, "We may need some assistance. There are some abilities I need to gain to further these aims, but as my luck would have it. I know just where to acquire them. I'm going to put an order to room service. What do you want?"

While ordering room service, Sylar went through Adam's old clothes and found his wallet. In it was a picture of a blonde young woman with corn flower blue eyes and a baby. He flipped over picture. In Adam's script: Stephen and Kate, Camden, 1975. He called the concierge and was sent up a laptop computer. Through the net using an online tracing service he found Stephen Monroe, born in Camden in 1975 to Kate and Adam Monroe.

Adam finally came out of the bath drying his hair, wearing a hotel bathrobe.

"I'll need an inventory of your abilities, their range and other any other details you can muster in order to come up with a comprehensive strategy."

Room service had been wheeled in and , typing into a laptop.

"Certainly. Hey, I hope you left me some shampoo and conditioner. Bye-the-way, I found your son Stephen. He's here in Toyko. An exec with Sony," said Sylar getting up from the bed and handing Adam the note pad with all the particulars, including phone and address.

"You should be proud. And it looks like you're about to be a grandad again. His wife Keiko is ready to pop at any moment." Adam was dumbfounded and frozen staring down at the pad Sylar had handed him.

Look, what you've done me to, Carp.

Sylar walked to the bathroom. "Yikes! What a mess," exclaimed Sylar pausing in the doorway to examine the disaster.

"Your son and daughter-in-law really want to see you. We're expected for dinner tomorrow night," Sylar said closing the door behind him.

In the LearJet Sylar could no longer bear his companion's steely silence.

"Your son's alive, the baby's alive...I merely induced labor. How did I know she had a heart condition? I had to demonstrate to you Adam my seriousness."

"I already knew you were serious," Adam said bitterly, "Your reputation preceded you. I'm just wondering," Adam finally said, "For future reference and to avoid further problems in our relationship. Do you have a thing against women?"

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24 December 2007 @ 06:17 pm

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Chapter 3 - Why War?

Sylar had his head pressed up against one of the Lear Jet's portals "I can see home! New York!" he said it like an excited child. He fairly bounced in his seat.

Adam was standing at the bar which was mid-way through the jet's cabin.
"Do you want anything?"

"Nothing, thanks. Ick! The smog."

"Lets be, frank," Adam said, pouring himself a whiskey, "This isn't really about taking revenge is it?"

"What do you mean?"

"You have a reputation. You literally are a Power Junkie, Sylar. You take other Special People's abilities. Its what you do. It's what you've become notorious for. It must take a certain of will not to kill me now and take it."

"A certain amount," agreed Sylar wondering what Adam was getting at.

"I'm somewhat surprised at the fact once you were able to re-activate your powers that you didn't turn right around and walk back into the building after being shooed out by that Electric Minx, Elle. I mean, it seems odd to me that you didn't go and retrieve your girlfriend Maya's powers, not to mention little Molly's."

Adam noted a brief fleeting look of discomfort come over Sylar at mentioning Maya's name. Good. And I thought this wasn't going to hurt him at all.

"Who says I didn't?"

"You did. You needed your cousin to find me, remember? So what stopped you?"

"Nothing stopped me. I went back to Mohinder's lab. It was empty. It was as if they'd never been there. Nothing but the barest of bare bone lofts. All that was left was Isaac Mendez's painting on the floor."

"And Mohinder's apartment?"

"Same thing. Wiped clean. As if he and Chandra had never lived there. I couldn't have done a better job of disappearing myself. Why do yo ask? Did you think I might be going 'soft'?"

"You?! ' Soft?'! No, never! I'm merely attempting to understand why this sudden change in your 'mission' as it were. Not too fine a point on it, I'm puzzled. While I have no desire to return to the grave in which you found me, the Sylar of legend wouldn't waste his time to free a general, when a certain Cheerleader would've done just as well. You talk about amassing an army simply for revenge, well, its not--"

"Its not what?"

"It's not in your nature, Sylar. So?"

"So--what?"

"I think you're afraid of something. You've been spooked by someone or something. So what is it?" Adam said retaking his seat opposite Sylar.

"Peter Petrelli."

Adam laughed out loud, "Peter?! Simple, good, good Peter? You can't be serious."

Sylar's face was a mask.

"Oh? You are?" Adam let out another loud peel of laughter.

"The only thing that keeps Peter from being exactly like me is that he can absorb Powers without having to kill anyone. Privileged little Park Avenue prick that he is, he gets to have unlimited power and a clean conscience, too."

Adam wiped his eyes of mirth and said, "I think your jealousy is sincere, self-made man that you are, but your still not telling me the truth. You didn't happen to meet another Sylar, did you?"

"I am on the lookout, but Peter is my only current challenger."

A good reason to want a human tracking system like Molly or this Cousin of his, Adam thought, anyone thinking defensively would want it.

"So what is it? You're dodging," said Adam studying him very closely.

"I have had time in my travels to read and think. The numbers of SGs is growing exponentionly, did you know that, Adam? "

"No."

"A little tidbit I picked up reading through Mohinder Suresh's notes. The planet is dying being run by people who are so much less than we are?"

"You have my attention."

"That 'Company' you and your friends--the Petrelli family and the Nakamuras--created what was its purpose? To harness the talents of 'Special People' to aid in 'saving the world'? Isn't that right? But who's world is it Adam? Not ours? We don't run it. I believe the planet is certainly worth saving--for people like us. The rest, I'm not so sure about."

"Which you leads you to--"

"Your former friends want to keep the 'status quo' Every time I've taken on the task myself, I've been defeated. I think we need an alternative organization with hired guns the way they have, but with the ability to call up an army of 'Special People' as necessary. We need to assault the Company and its defenders

"So you want to take over the world?"

"Sounds like a cartoon, but yeah. I think we can do it. The same way governments do. Through war, agitation and spying. I thought I could do it all myself. I just needed more powers, but after my little jaunt with the Herreras, I've reconsidered."

"Well, my dear, chap, without knowing it, you've articulated my own thoughts on this matter."

"They destroyed the virus?" asked Sylar.

"I assume something of it can still be found in the bowels of the Company. Angela never likes throwing anything away."

"We should think of other methods and other manner of persuasion to use on governments."

"You're getting very ambitious for such a young man, Sylar."

"I'm inspired by the company I keep."

What had really frightened Sylar, which Adam had so artfully sniffed out was not something he thought yet he could tell his new found friend. The nightmare that still haunted him, beyond those induced by his own guilty conscience. It came on him while traveling with the Herrera twins.

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29 November 2007 @ 06:35 pm

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Chapter 4 - Made Love, Started War

Maya had parked the SUV on a secluded tree veiled part of a public beach outside Corpus Christi, while Sylar and Alejandro had gone to a Walmart and bought sleeping bags, towels and provisions. They made a campfire and roasted flavorless hotdogs on sticks. Then they went swimming. The boys striped to the waist, Maya wearing cut-off jeans. Maya, having driven all day fell asleep almost immediately after coming out of the water. Sylar was lying at a distance Alejandro deemed "respectable" on his own sleeping bag, a hand behind his head looking up at the stars taking a drag on his cigarette every so often.

Being around Maya and not being unable to possess her or her powers was wearing on Sylar's nerves. He took up smoking, something he hadn't done since high school. He could not help turning his head to look at her. He desperately wanted to hold Maya to him. Her power and her beauty and his desire for both were causing him great bouts of sleeplessness. He wished he and Maya could merge particles and powers seamlessly and become one whole functioning entity.

Alejandro was leaning up against the Rogue's bumper, the lights on, reading El Mundo, smoking while keeping one watchful, distrustful eye peeled on Sylar. Noticing this, made Sylar irritated. He got up to lean on his elbow and gave Alejandro a challenging look.

You think I'm afraid of you? You'll find out how wrong you are soon enough.

Alejandro merely blew smoke in his direction.

Sylar pursed his lips in a kiss back at him. Alejandro screwed up his face in disgust and tossed his cigarette at Sylar hoping for another fight. But it went sailing over Sylar's right shoulder. Smiling and lying back down, Sylar laid his arm behind his head as he took another drag on his cigarette. Looking up at the stars he idly wondered if he there might be anyway to seduce Alejandro. Possibly if they took up a life of crime, but he didn't have time to be side-tracked. And as far as sex went, Sylar's painfully learned knowledge of hispanic machismo on the streets of Queens lead him quickly to abandon that train of thought. Besides he didn't find Alejandro as compellingly attractive as his sister.

Finally, at long last he fell asleep. Except he didn't recall closing his eyes. He was staring up at the stars then suddenly felt himself falling into them.

He was was standing on a cliff a strange landscape alien landscape. Slender spiraling red rock formations, pink Dali-esque cliffs, buttes and a mirror lake in the distance to his left. Directly in front of him but miles away an enormous black, pitted, conical, anthill-like structure. To his right enormous grey trees the size of office buildings towered. Their roots shot up out of the ground to make high cathedral sized arcs before the trunk appeared.

Suddenly from the ebony cone came a thin ribbon moving out towards him. A distant faintly insect-like buzzing came as the ribbon grew wider bigger and closer to him. Then he was engulfed in Cicada sounding black-red swarm blinding his sight and he felt tiny fangs tearing at his flesh. Closing his eyes and concentrating he went nuclear.

The blast cleansed him and turned their bodies to black ash and the ensuing wind blew them away. Opening his eyes standing at the center of the blast circle everything was blackened and dead for miles.

Then the ground beneath began to quake. He levitated into the air for safety. Rising up from under the sand and ash, her ecto-skeleton a glistening black came the Queen. She was at least as big as six story building, Godzilla-like but all but dead, ecto-skeleton was aglow and blistering with red radiation welts. Smoke came wafting off her along with an ashy, fried bug smell. She rasied herself and stared at the small human floating before her with all her many eyes. Sylar could swear he heard a chortling sound inside his mind.

"You're too late, little flea. I'm already on your home-world," an evil smile in her voice then she went crashing down, falling like a imploding building disintegrating into ash and dust.

Then somehow he was back home. Hovering over his planet, his Earth. Watching as his bright blue world, his precious possession as red-black ribbons began spreading across the globe with the billion bodies of the invading Queen's hungry progeny.

Invisible he flew, returning to Washington and the White House as madness took hold in the streets. In the Oval office he found his Science Advisor, Mohinder, being torn to pieces as the tiny red and black bat like insects fangs tore eating out his eyes and no power of Sylar's could stop them. Mohinder's excruciating screams died in his ears, in horror and disgust he did as he had done on the Alien homeworld. The blast swept the globe and throughout the Earth.

The oceans went dry and soon the atmosphere would cease. Leaving Sylar, the apex of evolution, as he defined it, alone on a dead planet where all was grey, ash and desolation and soon the atmosphere would cease and he would be no more.

Sylar awoke with a yelp in a cold sweat to see Maya homily humming over the campfire making breakfast while Alejandro chewing his breakfast was looking at him as if he were insane.

Remembering this nightmare prompted Sylar to add to Adam.

"If we fail. You and your long line of bastards will have more than me and a couple of dozen other Sylar's on the loose to worry about."

As if that weren't enough, thought Adam knocking back his last scotch before they landed.

They arrived at night by town car from the airport at Cassie's rambling white and yellow three storied house. Sylar had called to make sure dinner would be waiting for them when they arrived. The door was thrown open by a wide-eyed adult seven years Sylar's senior, and several heads shorter. The "Gray" family features were expressed more delicately on her not unpretty face, framed by thick dirty blonde hair. Adam noted the lack of body coordination and the way her eyes didn't seem to focus implied a mild retardation.

"Gaaa-briii-elll!" exclaimed Cassie throwing her arms wide to enfold her cousin.

"Hello, Cass, did you miss me?" She hugged him tight then let go in surprise to see a handsome blonde gentleman standing off to one side.

"Cassie, this is my friend Adam."

"You were the man in the ground. I'm glad you're out."

"So am I."

While Cassie straightened and did the dishes, the two men sat at opposite ends of the dining table typing into ther lap tops and pondering how best to use Cassie's abilities.

"So she can track like Molly?"

"Not exactly."

"Why didn't you take her power?"

"For the same reason I haven't taken yours. I need more than your abilities. I need your talents. Four hundred years of being a warrior. I can't absorb that. Tactics, strategy, experience. That's almost as valuable as your blood. "

Adam broke in, "Speaking of which, at some point we'll need to grab Dr. Surresh. Put that on our 'to do' list. Maybe some others as well, We'll need foot soldiers. You'll need to get some new powers."

"You've just proven my point," smiled Sylar.

"And Cassie?"

"She gives cover, she's a useful pair of hands, she's an employee at the Company's Hartsdale enclave and she's family. Also, observing how her power works, I'm not sure that her retardation isn't a function of her ability. I may not be able to acquire it and remain lucid."

"She must be a recent hire, I never saw her before now."

"Cass, come here."

"I have to finish the dishes then--"

"Just come here."

"All right."

"Sit down. We're going to show Adam what you can do. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Can you tell me where Dr. Mohinder Surresh is."

Cassie eyes rapidly scanned the ceiling, then she cocked her head as if watching a screen, "He's in India, Ban-ga-lore."

"What's he doing there?"

"He's arguing with his mother. She's angry at him. She wants him to stay and marry a very beautiful Indian lady."

Sylar was suddenly sputtering with mirth, "Hah! Who could possibly want to marry Mohinder? He's as obsessive as I am." Cassie shrugged.

"Well, this is illuminating," yawned Adam folding his hands behind his head, "How do you know she's not making this up to please you?"

"Cass, where is Stephen Monroe?"

"He's in Camden with his mother Katherine and his baby Adam."

"Where is Peter Petrelli?" asked Adam.

"He's in Odessa, Texas with his brother Nathan who has been shot. They are in a hospital."

Sylar and Adam looked at each other in shock then with dawning grim smiles of satisfaction.

"Let's just check that," said Adam typing on his laptop. "Here it is. Nathan Petrelli, who won Congressional Office last year, then abandoned it "for personal reasons" was shot during a hastily assembled press conference...blah...blah... This is recent. There's an update. He's recovering at Mercy Hospital in Odessa."

"So now we know where the Petrelli boys are," Sylar said rubbing his eyes.

"You're not going to ask after your girlfriend?" Adam asked brightly back to typing into his computer.

Sylar who had been tilting his chair backwards on its two rear legs let it fall back onto all four legs with a loud bang.

Adam snapped his head up from the computer screen to look at Sylar.

Sylar gave him a sneering "don't be cute" look which faded into a sad little reverie. It surprised Adam. His companion's merry mood going cloudy. Something Adam took for shame or regret crossed Sylar's features. His eyes were suddenly studying the cracks in the yellowing lineoleum floor. A pensive reluctance to dig up an old wound? A desire to protect her from himself, thought Adam. Duly noted, my friend.

Adam could not resist needling him.

"You told me you dragged her and her brother all the way up from somewhere in South America to New York," The look on Sylar's face grew darker as Adam continued in a highly amused tone, "You bullied, seduced and toyed with her just so you could take her powers. You killed her brother when it looked like he might drag her away from you forcibly. Then you shot her out of pure pique and annoyance--" here Adam detected a very slight wince by Sylar--"also to keep her from interfering with getting your powers back. You go through all of that trouble then suddenly you don't want her powers and you don't want to know where she is? Yes, now, my friend, I think you are going soft."

Uh, Oh. Just as Adam thought Sylar might reach across and tear his out his throat. Sylar was once again his satirical self, smiling at Adam, "I suppose you're entitled to a little payback for your daughter-in-law."

"We need her power, any army we put together she could eliminate, Gabriel, without even being in the open or even hundreds of yards away. Imagine if the Company teaches her how to target specific individuals."

"Enough about, Maya," Sylar his brow knitted in warning at Adam.

"Its about your own self-preservation, Sylar and mine. Using Molly she could kill us at a distance and we'd never see it coming. I'm not speaking as a romantic here. Its pure strategic and tactical necessity. We can't afford to have Maya in the Company's possession!"

"Cass, can you tell me where Maya Herrera is?"

Cassie scanned, her eyes flitting back and forth as if she were speed reading, her body suddenly sagged as if exhausted. She suddenly felt very bad, "I'm very tired, Gabriel."

"This is the last one Cassie. I'll even finish up the dishes for you. I promise."

"I can't see her. I can feel her. Shhhh! She just put Molly to sleep. She's sitting in the dark. Her heart hurts. It really hurts! Owwww! Owww! She wants to die."

"I'm sure you'll oblige her," Adam said with cold grin.

"Shhh."

"She loved you Gabriel.

"More fool her, huh, Sylar."

Sylar shot Adam a dirty look.

"You hurt her and she wants to kill you."

"Didn't see that coming," Sylar said rolling his eyes

"Mohinder wants to marry her."

Sylar's jaw tightened.

"She's afraid for the baby."

"What baby Cass?"

"Maya is pregnant."

"Is Mohinder the father, Cass?"

"You're the daddy, Gabriel."

"Our Gabriel is going to be a Dad?" said Adam with arch humor.

"Where is she Cass?"

"Hartsdale. Can I go to bed now?"

"Go to bed, Cass. Come on, General. I'll wash, you dry."

They carried into the kitchen the dishes and a bottle of wine Adam had brought along from the jet.

Adam uncorked the bottle and poured them each a glass.

"Congratulations to you, Gabriel," said Adam proffering a toast.

Sylar looked at Adam dubiously.

"Sincerely, I mean, it."

They clinked classes.

Standing at the sink. They drank and talked. Sylar washing. Adam drying.

"Part of me wants to strangle her--" said Sylar darkly.

"No! You mustn't do that," said Adam worriedly .

He's salivating over Maya's power as much as I, Sylar thought taking a sip.

"I understand General. As I said, part of me wants to strangle her for all the trouble she might cause. The other part is thinking about starting a college fund. Either way it doesn't look like I have much choice, I have to go get her. This is incredible? What is it?"

"Alpine wine, very delicate, and unexportable. Luckily, the crew had made a stop before they picked us up."

"The rich really do know how to live."

"I hate to belabor a point, buts imperative," said the General drying a plate.

"Y'know you're really on fire. I'm impressed with your enthusiasm. I suppose its true what they say about old war horses."

"It is. I'm a 400 year old warrior and you've giving me a war I know how to win."

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14 November 2007 @ 09:41 am

Maya/Sylar:BODY&SOUL, rated PG

After "The Line."

"...I often noticed that living as we did, she and I, in a world of total evil we'd become strangely embarrassed when discussing anything...of a genuine kind."
--Humbert Humbert "Lolita" by Vladimir Nabakov

Body and Soul

Maya needed to rest, on this, at least, both Alejandro and Gabriel could agree. Alejandro insisted on taking the next shift driving. So when a blast of sudden cold desert air woke Maya she was surprised to see Alejandro snoring in the passenger seat. She now lay on her back, a hand behind her head staring at the SUV's dark ceiling and thinking. The road went bumping uncomfortably beneath her, while she was turning the events of the last few days over in her mind.

All the horror visited on her and on innocent people she never meant to hurt. She prayed with guilt laying heavy on her.

It was self-defense, Alejandro, why can't you see that. They would have come after us. I trust Gabriel. He is gentle. He understands us and how important it is to find Dr. Suresh.

She rolled over, facing the seats. It was self-defense...it was. Tears came unbidden. At the time they were surrounded by men with guns, the panic and terror made her feel terrible allowing her "black tears" to flow. Afterwards she felt justified. But now, as she realized how she felt nothing about killing those men, the guilt, horror and disgust for what she might be capable choked her. She put a hand to her mouth, embarrased, realizing she might have moaned the last "was" out loud.

From the driver's seat she heard: "Maya, are you awake?"

Gabriel Gray a.k.a Sylar was once again in the driver's seat when he heard Maya whimpering from the back.

Soul sickness or car sickness? thought Gabriel.

Maya saw him adjust the rear view and flick a switch for the left side mirror reflecting his face in both.

All the better to see you, my dear...

"You're brother fell asleep and nearly drove us into a ditch. SUVs are notorious for fliping over, luckily, I woke up in time."

His voice was mellifluous and playful. Those intense dark eyes were staring at Maya at forty-five degree angles from above and the side. She couldn't avoid his gaze and felt compelled to look. He had on his long sleeve black collared shirt and had the window open, an elbow leaning out. Those velvety eyes. She felt their pull. The breathe of desire blew into her like the wind.

His eyes. I'm losing myself in those eyes.

A sudden feeling of shame followed. Never had she taken anyone else's side against Alejandro before. Not even their mother. She had only known this man a few days, but she wanted so much of what he offered. An answer. Salvation. But he was offering more than that. He was offering himself. It was not possible to ignore how he was making her feel. The raw nakedly hungry gaze in the mirrors threatening to devour her made her rollover to escape.

"If you're cold, I'll close the window."

"No, I like the fresh air. "

She heard him moving about in the front seat and suddenly his long sleeved shirt landed on her and she pulled it over her like a blanket. It was dusty, and ripe with his musk. It was like having his arms wrapped around her.

"Thank you," she said shyly rolling back over to look at the mirrors reflecting him looking back at her, "You're very kind."

There was an odd play of emotions on his face that which were reflected in the mirrors which confused her. His expression went from boyish sweetness to cold amusement as his eyes took a furtive look over at Alejandro then back to her. Then in a low voice said, "I could stop if you like..." She felt the car slowing.

"We could take a walk or I could come sit with you and we could talk..."

Maya felt rising panic at having to make a decision she was not prepared to make. Mixed in were embarrassment, desire and a sense of affront to what was proper.

"No...I...I..I'm..tired."

His smile was unnervingly smug and knowing. The car sped up again.

She felt cornered and uncomfortable. Yes, she liked him. Maybe even wanted him...but...

What if Alejandro is right about him? How did he lose his powers? He's so sweet, but why does he want to be able to move things with his mind? What he encouraged me to do was wrong and Alejandro was right. And I'm going to hell? Or am I there? But Alejandro doesn't deserve hell, he deserves heaven. He resurrects the people I kill.

They drove for a long while, her nodding off then waking up, turning over uncomfortably on the back seat.

Then she felt the car slow again and she sat up and rubbed her eyes. It was still dark.

"Why are we stopping?" she asked a note of alarm in her voice casting a quick glance at Alejandro who still was sound asleep.

"Call of nature," Gabriel said slowing the car to a stop. He opened the door and and slid out of his seat glancing backwards at her with a sweet grin and said, "Don't let your brother drive off without me."

He then disappeared into the darkness. She looked over at her Alejandro sleeping soundly in the passenger seat.

How does he do it? He sleeps like a child. She thought tenderly. He has a clear conscience. She leaned over his seat and kissed the top of his head. Then opening the car door, slid out. She closed it quietly. In a direction opposite from Gabriel she started to walk. Not knowing where she was going but away.

Gabriel had heard her get out of the SUV and was leaning against a rock waiting for her, arrogantly expecting her to follow him. When after a few minutes he realized her footsteps were going off in the opposite direction He panicked. He could not hear or see her despite the odd colored Moon. He ran back to the SUV threw open the door and shook Alejandro, "Wake up, you waste of space! Your sister's run off!"

Alejandro woke up to find the fiend in his face and pushed him away.

"Maya!" yelled the Devil at him. Alejandro looked all around and saw that she was gone. He flung open the door and leapt out calling her name as did Gabriel.

The Moon was red with distant fires and a faint smell of sulphur blown from the West. It was cold she pulled his shirt tight about her but the desert was silent and the ground flat. She walked steadily on. Her heart a cauldron of guilt and desire. She didn't know where she was going. She only knew she wanted to get away from Alejandro and Gabriel. She wanted some peace and as long as both were in her company she knew there would be none. Just like for you, Mama, with us. She smiled to herself.

But the divide the two men made in her was between worlds: the one above, and the firmanent on which she walked. Gabriel imperiled her soul but Alejandro nearly imperiled their lives. And she wanted to live. She could not let herself die without the salvation she sought and be lost to hell forever. Finally, she sat down, she couldn't help herself any more, her arms held her knees about her she began rocking back and forth crying softly and praying through her tears for guidance.

When the Boys finally came upon her, Alejandro knelt down next to her. He stroked her hair and asked, "Maya, what is it?"

She turned to look at him tears streaming, she merely shook her head at him then buried her head in her arms.

Gabriel recognized her remorse, the walls of his private inner sanctum within his old New York apartment were painted red in it with his and his victims blood.

But remorse soon passes he thought sadly.

But Gabriel also smelled his goose cooking. If he couldn't break this bout of mourning in his...wife? Funny how that thought came along--he could easily visualize a chastened and chaste Maya and her brother tossing him out of the car at the nearest gas station, blaming him for making her a killer. The thought of losing Maya and her "delicious power" made him shudder inwardly while remaining outwardly brooding. But then, the brotherly and overly chivalrous Alejandro misconstrued his sister's discomfiture and inadvertently came to Gabriel's aide.

Alejandro seeing the state his sister was in and seeing how guiltily Gabriel seemed to hang back made Alejandro assume Gabriel had behaved badly. How badly, he wasn't certain and was trying to control himself.

Noticing Alejandro looking grimly at him Gabriel exclaimed, "What?!," in an annoyed whine, "I didn't do anything!" Then added, grinning slyly, his eyes slit sideways at Maya saying under his breath to Alejandro, "...but I wanted to."

Without understanding precisely what Gabriel said he sensed a slur against Maya, like a bull seeing red, it sent him charging.

"Not only a devil, but a brute!" he shouted in Spanish.

Maya looked up, "No, not again. Alejandro! He didn't do anything...Its me...Its me...that's evil. Alejandro! NO!" She ran after him.

As Alejandro came upon him, Idiot, Gabriel thought, You nearly won her back You really have no idea how this game is played.

Prepared this time, Gabriel deftly dodged Alejandro's assault tripping him. Alejandro hit the ground hard on his stomache. Gabriel was about to deliver a swift to kick to Alejandro's kidneys, his seasoned killer's instinct roaring in his ears,"NOW! DO IT NOW!" when Maya's scream stopped him short. Giving Alejandro time to leap from his prone position to deal Gabriel a sideways blow to the chin knocking him backwards to the ground. It knocked the wind out of him for a moment, hurting more than damaging him. Rubbing his chin Gabriel realized this while raising himself up on an elbow.

"Alejandro, stop it! Your the brute!" Maya spat back at her brother and threw her arms around Gabriel to save him from further assault. Gently gathering Gabriel so his head leaned against her.

"Poor, poor Gabriel," she cooed sadly, delicately inspecting his chin and jaw with the tips of her fingers making sure nothing was broken.

"I think I'm winning him over," Gabriel smiled up at Maya, "I didn't see stars this time."

She looked down at him with a wry sad smile. He's such a boy. She brushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed him on his forehead and sang to him the song Alejandro always sung to her while she continued to pet and soothe him.

Gabriel closed his eyes and felt Maya's cheek rubbing against his as she sang, hugging him to her and gently rocking him. Not since he was very little did Gabriel Gray feel so warm and content as in Maya's arms. This is nice. Heavenly, he thought, I could get used to this.

A ninja's sword piercing Alejandro's heart could not have cleaved him as mightily as the sight before him.

This is hell. The devil is tormenting me. Every step I make to save my sister goes wrong. Shall I do nothing and wait for her to see this man for what he is? What kind of brother doesn't try to protect his sister?

His sainted sister cradling in her arms a man whom Alejandro considered the very essence of the devil. She was fussing over and comforting him like she was his mother. He saw Gabriel with an undeservedly blissful expression as Maya stroked his hair. His eyes were open only slightly but Alejandro could see Gabriel's devil grin and a glint of triumph in them before they shut.

Feeling worn and feckless, Alejandro could only manage to say, "We still have a long way to go."

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