Me: What do you mean everyone dies?
Me#2: (Looks away) I can’t say. But I’ll tell you this. EVERYONE you know and love, dies. (teleports away)
Me: Okay... now what?
Noah: Give me a second. I have a little ... uh... it’s confidential... give me a moment. (Checks his laptop)
Peter: (looks at me) We should fight her. We could just... get rid of Lisa? Use our powers to make her magically disappear.
Noah: (Looks at Peter) that doesn’t seem like a good idea. She might have more powers than you think.
Peter: (looks at the screen) but ... but ... how? She could be anticipating every move. She might even be listening to our conversation.
Me: No, she won’t be
Noah & Peter: What?
Me: (teleports to where Sylar is) I give you permission to date, or whatever means necessary, to be with Lisa
Sylar: (Looks at me) What? Why?
Me: Because your happiness is more important than anything.
Sylar: (Still looking at me, smiles) Thank you. I really appreciate it.
Me: (stifles a tear, looks away, and teleports back to Peter and Noah. Carefully thinking) what if...(stops)
Peter: What? Any idea could help us.
Me: (Considering) well, this all started because of me... What if I ... just ... go back in time and stop myself from ever meeting Sylar. If I have never met him, this would never have happened. I wouldn’t have died so many times, I wouldn’t have ... I wouldn’t....
Peter: (holds me by the shoulders) Stop. You’re not going to do that.
Me: But ... (looks at him) what else can we do? Seems like the only choice really. Lisa is definitely not expecting this since I bet Sylar is in her company at the moment.
Noah: What do you mean?
Me: I told him that he could date her if he’d like. Not knowing that he’s going to help us distract her while we plan.
Peter: No. You’re not doing that. I forbid you.
Me: Peter, you can’t forbid me to do something. Doing what I planned solves everything.
Peter: No. No. No. No. No. No. You’ll never know us. You’ll never know Sylar.
Me: (sighs) that’s the idea. Save myself from Sylar, save the world.
(part 5)
Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (with Lisa) yeah?
Lisa: hello. (holding Sylar’s hand tightly)
Me: Hello. Sylar, can I speak to you for a moment?
Sylar: sure. Be right back sweetie. (Lisa smiles, looks at me evilly when Sylar turns his back, we walk to a secluded area at the park) what’s up.
Me: (tearing up, gives him a hug) Thanks for everything. Thanks for being my friend. One day ... nevermind. (turns around, wipes face)
Sylar: Wait. What? (stops me)
Me: (looks back at him) Good bye, Sylar. I’ll always remember you. (teleports back to Peter and Noah, begins to sob) I’m still doing this. Come here Peter (gives him a hug). Thanks for being awesome to me, and for saving my life.
Peter: (Sad) don’t do this.
Me: (Looking at Noah) it was (sniffs, wipes nose) nice meeting you Noah. (he nods, I teleport to Claire, Hiro, Samuel, etc. to say my goodbyes to them)
Me: (by myself, sighs) okay. Let’s do this. (teleports to the first time I met Sylar)
(A couple years ago ... )
Me: (talking to myself, sees me#2 walking out of the workplace) oh yeah, I use to work here. (I hide behind a tree and grab her arm)
Me: HEY.
Me#2: Uh ... uh ... what...the...hell.
Me: Long story short. I’m from the future. Go home. Or you’ll die.
Me#2: okay. (walks towards the bus stop and gets on the bus, instead of sitting by the bench – which is where I saw Sylar for the first time) bye?
Me: Bye :) (talking to myself again) mission accomplished. Time to go back to my time. (teleports back) Looks normal. (begins sobbing) I’ll never see them again.
(Later that day...)
Me: Hmm... let’s see who I’m friends with now. (takes out cell phone, looks through contact list) What? (see’s Claire’s name) what? (see’s Peter’s name) WHAT?! (See’s Sylar’s name) NOTHING CHANGED? No, this can’t be happening. Lisa’s going to kill everyone. I’m ... I’m ... (looks at contact list again) MRS. SYLAR?! (clicks on contact to look at the picture) LISA?! SHE’S MARRIED TO SYLAR?!
Man: Hey Nicole! (Waves at me from across the street, smiling, holding a woman’s hand)
Me: (wondering if I know him) uh, hey.(waves back)
Lisa: Hey Nicole! (Lisa waves) Sylar, let’s invite her to lunch. Nicole! Would you like to join us for lunch?
Me: (Lisa crosses the road and walk up to me. Sylar, extremely overweight, with lots of grey strands in his hair, and a sullen appearance surprises me as he slowly j-walks through the road) Uh, no thanks.
(the sound of a crash startles me, and Sylar is on the ground, bleeding)
Me: (I look at the driver, it’s Peter) PETER! What are you doing?
Peter: (Laughs, drives off)
Lisa: He’s dead. Sylar’s dead.
Me: (Closes eyes)
Lisa: (laughs) time for some fun.
(Part 6)
Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Me: (Looking hysterically at a laughing Mrs. Sylar) what happened to his powers?
Lisa: He gave them all to me.
Me: (runs away) oh my ... (Peter teleports in) PETER! How could you kill Sylar?
Peter: (Looks confused) what? What are you talking about? I haven’t seen Sylar all day. I was trying to look for you while you changed everything. We have to go back and undo what you did.
Me: Okay.
Peter: if not ... wait. What? Okay? That’s it? “Okay”?
Me: Yeah.
Peter: (shrugs) Alright. Let’s go. (Teleports us to the first time I met/going to meet Sylar)
Me: OH! There I am. Fresh out of work. (Me#2 teleports in, stops ‘Me’ and tells her to get on the bus. Me#2 teleports back) Okay. You make sure Sylar is there, and I’ll make sure I don’t get on the bus.
Peter: Okay.
Me: (I hurry up to ‘me’) Don’t get on the bus.
Me#2: But... you just told me to.
Me: Well never mind. You know how we like to change our minds. Go and meet your friend on that bench over there. Okay? Good. Now go.
Me#2: (walks towards the bench, confused)
Peter: (comes back) okay. Everything is in place. Hopefully this time...
Me#2: Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Peter: Never mind. Let’s go back to our time now. Hopefully, we won’t face the dreaded butterfly effect.
(Back to the present)
Noah: Hey guys. What’s going on?
Me: Where’s Lisa?
Noah: Who?
(Peter and I look at each other)
Peter: Lisa. Lisa House? The one that Sylar is in love with?
Noah: I don’t know a Lisa, Sylar certainly doesn’t know a Lisa. And I doubt Sylar loves anyone except for ... uh. Never mind.
Peter: except for whom?
Noah: (looks at me)
Friday, October 28, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Sylar Short Stories SPECIAL EDITION: Parts 1-3; October 19, 21, 2011
(part 1 of 15)
Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: I said no. How many times will it take for me to convince you not to come with us.
Me: BUT I HAVE TO! I promised Mohinder!
Peter: (annoyed with both of us) Sylar, she’ll be fine. She has powers.
Sylar: (Holds me by my shoulders, looks straight into my eyes) I can’t lose you again.
Me: (smiles) you won’t. Trust me.
Sylar: Fine. Let’s go.
(We all teleport to Mohinder’s lab)
Mohinder: Hello everyone. Here’s the plan. We’re going to carefully sneak in by teleporting into a closet ...
(Someone teleports into Mohinder’s lab.)
Peter: STOP!
(We all turn and look at Peter #2, bruised and battered)
Me: Peter? (Looks at both Peters) Er ... what’s happening?
Peter #2: MOHINDER! SHUSH. Stop planning. I know what you are trying to do (walks up to him and grabs him by the shoulder) just STOP IT.
Mohinder: (Nervously laughs) this is going to change everything ... you shouldn’t be here.
Me: You sound like you’re expecting him. (someone else teleports in)
Me#2: NICOLE! SHUT UP. (Me #2, who is super pale, looks insanely tired, and has almost no colour in her face, walks up to me)
Me: Okay, this is just freaky. Why are you guys here.
Peter #2: you guys are going to ... (thinks carefully) go to the government building ... and find out that you meet someone you shouldn’t have met that way... and then someone gets into an ... accident ...
Me #2: Yeah ... what he said (points to Peter #2)
Peter: Uh ... right. So ... uh ... I’m confused?
Sylar and Me: Me too.
Peter #2: Here, (takes the remote control, turns the tv on and switches the channel) watch.
News Reporter: Lisa House, former member of London’s Interpol, managed to, by herself, take down a ruthless sector of the government. Only known as Sector 1 to few, members of this group developed many plans to exploit what they called “supers.” Charges of murder, conspiracy, fraud, and many more have been added to what the President calls the worst secret in the history of this great nation.
Mohinder: well, I guess we don’t have to do anything.
(Me #2 and Peter #2 disappeared)
Me: So I’m still really confused.
Peter: who’s Lisa House?
Lisa House: I’m a super. Just a little different from you guys.
(part 2 of 15)
Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (staring at Lisa)
Me: (Looking at Sylar, then to Lisa) okay ... so what do you mean you’re different? And what’s a super?
Lisa: Let me start from the beginning. Your father (looks at Mohinder), Dr. Suresh, studied people like Sylar and Peter. He never realized that they were one branch in the different kinds of branches of these supernatural human beings. My ... for a lack of a better word, species, is another branch. Recently, Nicole and Mohinder became another branch. Then there are specializations within these branches, but I could get into those later.
Sylar: (still staring at her)
Peter: So what “kind” are you?
Lisa: My kind is being hunted by people from secret government groups like the one I took down earlier.
Peter: I still don’t get it... what’s so special about your type that’s making you more vulnerable?
Lisa: Our powers can literally be harvested from a specific area of the body, but it only lasts a short time for people who want them because of the basic properties. Less time equals more people of my kind to be sent into labs being harvested. We are only limited to flying, running at extremely fast speeds, extreme intellect, and super flexibility. We’re like supernaturals version 1.0.
Me: So why are you here?
Lisa: So that you and Mohinder can take our place.
Mohinder: What?
Lisa: you and her will save the lives of hundreds. If you can develop so many complex powers, then people like me will never have to undergo painful operations anymore. A little sample of blood is all they need.
Me: You’re wrong. It’s not just blood that they’ll want. And they’ll still want powers like yours, no matter how basic it is.
Lisa: Impossible. You’re like the shiny new toy everyone wants but only a few are privileged to have. They’ll be happy to let us go.
Peter: Let’s go. (We all teleport out of there, leaving Lisa behind) I’m going to go talk to Noah about this, see if he knows anything. (teleports out)
Mohinder: I’m going to go into hiding to protect myself, you should too Nicole. Call me if you need anything (teleports out)
Me: (Looks at Sylar) How did you manage to not say anything?
Sylar: (Looks at me) I think I finally know the meaning of “love at first sight.”
(part 3 of 15)
Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: What?
Me: EXCUSE ME?!
Sylar: I think I’m in love.
Me: EXCUSE ME?!
Sylar: I can’t stop thinking about Lisa. She’s ... she’s ...
Me: THE BAD GUY!
Sylar: Perfect! (Still staring into space)
Me: Uh... stay right there. Just keep thinking about her and I’ll be right back. (Teleports to Peter)
Peter: She’s under this idea that their blood will save hundreds of supers.
Noah: Well she’s obviously wrong.
Me: Um, sorry to interrupt ...
Peter: Noah! Let me introduce you to Nicole!
Noah: (In a harsh tone) So you’re the naive little girl who got powers in a matter of months.
Peter: Noah!
Me: It’s fine Peter. I don’t think saving the world from Samuel makes me naive anymore.
Noah: But dying a couple times does.
Me: Okay then ... (Looks at Peter) There’s something wrong with Sylar. He’s fallen in love with Lisa.
Peter: WHAT?!
Me: He’s absolutely love struck with that woman. If he continues to fall in love with her, that means he’s going to cater to her every need; her need of getting Mohinder and I into some lab to get our powers literally drained from us.
Noah: Huh, so you’re not a typical fangirl then.
Me: No, I’m not. I’m just a friend.
Noah: Then I apologize, from the stories that Claire has told me, you sounded much like an obsessed love struck girl over Sylar.
Me: Apology accepted. So what are we going to do? You know him, once he wants something, he’ll get it.
Noah: I think we need to ...
(Me#2 teleports back in)
Me#2: NICOLE!
Me: (I grab “myself” by the shoulders) I need to know what’s going on. And I know you’re going to tell me.
Me#2: oh, we know each other so well. (Looking at Peter and Noah, whispers to me) if you had gone into the building, you would have run into Lisa. She works for them. The story about her taking down the governmental sector is just a cover up.
Me: A cover up for what?
Me#2: Samuel Sullivan needed people around him to gain powers. Well she’s a hybrid. Her DNA mutated to the point where instead of people, Lisa needs blood with powers in it. The more blood, the more powers she obtains. The government is making sure they keep Lisa as an asset to them.
Me: So then what was the deal with Mohinder creating a serum for the government and all that?
Noah: It would have made it easier for her to gain powers. She wanted to be more like Samuel. (looks at Me#2) You whisper kind of loud.
Me: Well then what happens in the future?
Me#2: She rules the world, Peter and you attempt to hide, and everyone else dies.
Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: I said no. How many times will it take for me to convince you not to come with us.
Me: BUT I HAVE TO! I promised Mohinder!
Peter: (annoyed with both of us) Sylar, she’ll be fine. She has powers.
Sylar: (Holds me by my shoulders, looks straight into my eyes) I can’t lose you again.
Me: (smiles) you won’t. Trust me.
Sylar: Fine. Let’s go.
(We all teleport to Mohinder’s lab)
Mohinder: Hello everyone. Here’s the plan. We’re going to carefully sneak in by teleporting into a closet ...
(Someone teleports into Mohinder’s lab.)
Peter: STOP!
(We all turn and look at Peter #2, bruised and battered)
Me: Peter? (Looks at both Peters) Er ... what’s happening?
Peter #2: MOHINDER! SHUSH. Stop planning. I know what you are trying to do (walks up to him and grabs him by the shoulder) just STOP IT.
Mohinder: (Nervously laughs) this is going to change everything ... you shouldn’t be here.
Me: You sound like you’re expecting him. (someone else teleports in)
Me#2: NICOLE! SHUT UP. (Me #2, who is super pale, looks insanely tired, and has almost no colour in her face, walks up to me)
Me: Okay, this is just freaky. Why are you guys here.
Peter #2: you guys are going to ... (thinks carefully) go to the government building ... and find out that you meet someone you shouldn’t have met that way... and then someone gets into an ... accident ...
Me #2: Yeah ... what he said (points to Peter #2)
Peter: Uh ... right. So ... uh ... I’m confused?
Sylar and Me: Me too.
Peter #2: Here, (takes the remote control, turns the tv on and switches the channel) watch.
News Reporter: Lisa House, former member of London’s Interpol, managed to, by herself, take down a ruthless sector of the government. Only known as Sector 1 to few, members of this group developed many plans to exploit what they called “supers.” Charges of murder, conspiracy, fraud, and many more have been added to what the President calls the worst secret in the history of this great nation.
Mohinder: well, I guess we don’t have to do anything.
(Me #2 and Peter #2 disappeared)
Me: So I’m still really confused.
Peter: who’s Lisa House?
Lisa House: I’m a super. Just a little different from you guys.
(part 2 of 15)
Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: (staring at Lisa)
Me: (Looking at Sylar, then to Lisa) okay ... so what do you mean you’re different? And what’s a super?
Lisa: Let me start from the beginning. Your father (looks at Mohinder), Dr. Suresh, studied people like Sylar and Peter. He never realized that they were one branch in the different kinds of branches of these supernatural human beings. My ... for a lack of a better word, species, is another branch. Recently, Nicole and Mohinder became another branch. Then there are specializations within these branches, but I could get into those later.
Sylar: (still staring at her)
Peter: So what “kind” are you?
Lisa: My kind is being hunted by people from secret government groups like the one I took down earlier.
Peter: I still don’t get it... what’s so special about your type that’s making you more vulnerable?
Lisa: Our powers can literally be harvested from a specific area of the body, but it only lasts a short time for people who want them because of the basic properties. Less time equals more people of my kind to be sent into labs being harvested. We are only limited to flying, running at extremely fast speeds, extreme intellect, and super flexibility. We’re like supernaturals version 1.0.
Me: So why are you here?
Lisa: So that you and Mohinder can take our place.
Mohinder: What?
Lisa: you and her will save the lives of hundreds. If you can develop so many complex powers, then people like me will never have to undergo painful operations anymore. A little sample of blood is all they need.
Me: You’re wrong. It’s not just blood that they’ll want. And they’ll still want powers like yours, no matter how basic it is.
Lisa: Impossible. You’re like the shiny new toy everyone wants but only a few are privileged to have. They’ll be happy to let us go.
Peter: Let’s go. (We all teleport out of there, leaving Lisa behind) I’m going to go talk to Noah about this, see if he knows anything. (teleports out)
Mohinder: I’m going to go into hiding to protect myself, you should too Nicole. Call me if you need anything (teleports out)
Me: (Looks at Sylar) How did you manage to not say anything?
Sylar: (Looks at me) I think I finally know the meaning of “love at first sight.”
(part 3 of 15)
Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar! Sylar!
Sylar: What?
Me: EXCUSE ME?!
Sylar: I think I’m in love.
Me: EXCUSE ME?!
Sylar: I can’t stop thinking about Lisa. She’s ... she’s ...
Me: THE BAD GUY!
Sylar: Perfect! (Still staring into space)
Me: Uh... stay right there. Just keep thinking about her and I’ll be right back. (Teleports to Peter)
Peter: She’s under this idea that their blood will save hundreds of supers.
Noah: Well she’s obviously wrong.
Me: Um, sorry to interrupt ...
Peter: Noah! Let me introduce you to Nicole!
Noah: (In a harsh tone) So you’re the naive little girl who got powers in a matter of months.
Peter: Noah!
Me: It’s fine Peter. I don’t think saving the world from Samuel makes me naive anymore.
Noah: But dying a couple times does.
Me: Okay then ... (Looks at Peter) There’s something wrong with Sylar. He’s fallen in love with Lisa.
Peter: WHAT?!
Me: He’s absolutely love struck with that woman. If he continues to fall in love with her, that means he’s going to cater to her every need; her need of getting Mohinder and I into some lab to get our powers literally drained from us.
Noah: Huh, so you’re not a typical fangirl then.
Me: No, I’m not. I’m just a friend.
Noah: Then I apologize, from the stories that Claire has told me, you sounded much like an obsessed love struck girl over Sylar.
Me: Apology accepted. So what are we going to do? You know him, once he wants something, he’ll get it.
Noah: I think we need to ...
(Me#2 teleports back in)
Me#2: NICOLE!
Me: (I grab “myself” by the shoulders) I need to know what’s going on. And I know you’re going to tell me.
Me#2: oh, we know each other so well. (Looking at Peter and Noah, whispers to me) if you had gone into the building, you would have run into Lisa. She works for them. The story about her taking down the governmental sector is just a cover up.
Me: A cover up for what?
Me#2: Samuel Sullivan needed people around him to gain powers. Well she’s a hybrid. Her DNA mutated to the point where instead of people, Lisa needs blood with powers in it. The more blood, the more powers she obtains. The government is making sure they keep Lisa as an asset to them.
Me: So then what was the deal with Mohinder creating a serum for the government and all that?
Noah: It would have made it easier for her to gain powers. She wanted to be more like Samuel. (looks at Me#2) You whisper kind of loud.
Me: Well then what happens in the future?
Me#2: She rules the world, Peter and you attempt to hide, and everyone else dies.
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