1910 Ezekiel Drive, Seattle, WA
Dec. 1st, 2007 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Crossing into another world feels no different from crossing into his own. It's late afternoon, the sun hanging low in the sky but not truly setting yet; water keeps dripping from his clothes as he steps onto the porch and lets the back door of Frank Black's house swing closed.
For whatever reason, they've painted it a garishly bright yellow. Sylar eyes the outer wall, then skates his fingers over the doorframe as he pauses, listening for --
There. Childishly high sobs from around the corner.
With a smile, he lifts his fingers away and begins to follow them.
For whatever reason, they've painted it a garishly bright yellow. Sylar eyes the outer wall, then skates his fingers over the doorframe as he pauses, listening for --
There. Childishly high sobs from around the corner.
With a smile, he lifts his fingers away and begins to follow them.
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Date: 2007-12-02 08:01 am (UTC)"He's not the only one I'm concerned with."
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Date: 2007-12-02 08:06 am (UTC)"She's very upset."
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Date: 2007-12-02 08:11 am (UTC)"I told her something she didn't want to hear," he says, very mildly. "Children so rarely react well when they learn the truth."
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Date: 2007-12-02 08:19 am (UTC)The dark joy in the laughter hidden underneath her simple words is still disturbingly clear.
She's already turning away from him, looking up the quiet Seattle street.
"Come on."
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Date: 2007-12-02 08:23 am (UTC)He never stopped hearing those off-kilter edges to her.
"Why?"
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Date: 2007-12-02 08:34 am (UTC)One blink and he'll miss it: the first moment she's turned away from him, and the next she's facing him again, her own unwavering look as brightly cold and challenging as that of a serpent.
The tiny smile is back, too.
"But all the same, I think you might be able to help."
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Date: 2007-12-02 08:45 am (UTC)"And who are you," he says, very softly, "to tell me that?" Sylar angles a quick glance to the yellow house, then back to the woman, curling both hands shut into fists. "Are there things that you want from them as well?"
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Date: 2007-12-02 09:00 am (UTC)She's still smiling, and doesn't look worried or threatened by his stance.
"It's a shame Frank can't introduce us. What would he tell me about you, I wonder?"
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Date: 2007-12-02 09:13 am (UTC)It's just that, however; no more than a flicker.
"You wouldn't know what I think you are," he tells her, as calm as a teacher correcting a slow student. Sylar cants his head. "And what he'd tell you about me, I doubt you'd believe."
A considering pause, as his focus sharpens anew.
"Or would you," he murmurs.
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Date: 2007-12-02 09:35 am (UTC)As he focuses more closely on her, her smile widens once more, and this time it's tinged with a hint of triumph.
(come and see)
Everything about her is suddenly shifting (tall short dark pale a man a woman human inhuman Legion) and blurred, and it's hard to see her clearly in the (dark light unlight hidden shadows twisting) afternoon sunlight here on this empty street.
She smiles again (white teeth like knives) and remains still, watching him and waiting.
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Date: 2007-12-03 03:40 am (UTC)That's how it works.
How it has never worked is as strongly and patently visual as this, more like triggering Isaac's gift on a blank canvas than anything else. Sylar can hear and see the horrifying wrongness ticking away beneath her, far louder than he could before, but he sees it, too, for just a split-second.
He stumbles back a step, gasping.
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Date: 2007-12-03 03:52 am (UTC)She blinks. Once.
Everything else remains quiet. There hasn't even been a single car driving by.
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Date: 2007-12-03 04:03 am (UTC)When he speaks, there's a slight hoarseness to his voice. (And more than a slight anger, heated by resentment.) "What is it you want?"
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Date: 2007-12-03 04:15 am (UTC)This time, her smile is almost enchantingly sweet.
Almost.
"--why don't we talk about that? I think there may be a way for us to both get what we want."
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Date: 2007-12-03 06:28 am (UTC)That was before the flicker of something immense, and something far more dangerous than he wishes to contemplate.
His jaw tightens, but after another moment's consideration, he nods, curtly, and casts another quick glance at Frank's house before following her.
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Date: 2007-12-03 06:40 am (UTC)Distinct satisfaction is clear just the same.
"Frank won't be home tonight, either," she adds. "He's very busy right now."
"Which means we have time."
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Date: 2007-12-03 06:45 am (UTC)Enough to take care of one of them, at least.
His voice stays neutral, devoid of even curiosity, when he continues, "What did you have in mind?"
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Date: 2007-12-04 04:00 am (UTC)Silence descends, hanging about the two of them like a shroud as they walk slowly up the street. It's not until there is a line of trees and shrubs between them and the yellow house that she stops.
"There's something about you."
She's smiling again.
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Date: 2007-12-04 04:59 am (UTC)"I'm sure you're familiar with people like me," he tells her. "If you know Frank and his daughter."
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Date: 2007-12-04 05:08 am (UTC)...the wicked, through the pride of his countenance, will not
seek after God: God is not in all his thoughts...
"They're very special people, the two of them."
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Date: 2007-12-04 05:16 am (UTC)A brief pause to consider.
"Well -- not in the same way. But you get my meaning. Don't you."
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Date: 2007-12-04 05:30 am (UTC)Nothing about her wavers.
"He resists. He doesn't want to be everything that he could become. But you're not like that, are you?"
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Date: 2007-12-04 05:46 am (UTC)Much of the wariness and uncertainty is fading fast as the smile flashes into a grin, quick and sharp.
"No," he says to her. "I'm not like that at all."
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Date: 2007-12-04 06:05 am (UTC)"Good."
Her pleasure is real.
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Date: 2007-12-04 06:27 am (UTC)"And is that your plan for him?" he asks. "The one in which I'm..." The next is very near a sing-song. "Not meant to interfere?"
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