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’s all this? (Looks around the pier, sees a table set with a candle-light dinner and a violin player playing a romantic song. Sits down in front of me)
Me: Hey. How are you doing?
Sylar: I’m very well, but what’s the occasion (looks around again and back to me)
Me: Well, um... (takes out a small box, opens it with a man’s wedding ring inside) will you, Gabriel “Sylar” Gray, marry me?
Sylar: (seriously) are you serious?
Me: (Place hand on chest, looks at him adoringly) I give you my undying word.
Sylar: (looking confused then smiles) then yes, I will marry you.
Me: (violin player abruptly stops) WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!
(Earlier that day, at Claire’s house)
Me: Okay, I’ll pick “dare”
Claire: I dare you ... to ... propose to someone.
Me: Okay. Claire, will you marry me? (bats eyes at her)
Claire: ACTUALLY! I dare you to propose to Sylar!
Me: WHAT?! NO! That’s so weird!
Claire: It’s a dare! C’mon! Are you chicken? (makes chicken noises)
Me: No, of course I’m not chicken.
Claire: Then do it! But you have to make it super lavish so that he’ll totally believe that you’re actually proposing.
Me: What if he says yes?
Claire: (laughs) he’s not going to say yes. You’re so young and he’s ... well... (I look at her with an eyebrow raised) older. Trust me, he’s not going to even consider it. He’ll say no in a second.
(Back to the proposal scene)
Me: What do you mean by yes?
Sylar: As in I’m agreeing to your marriage proposal.
Me: (Eyes wide) WHY?!
Sylar: Because you asked!
Me: BUT I DIDN’T MEAN IT!
Sylar: Seems perfectly real to me. When do you want to start planning the wedding? I have some great suggestions. I’m thinking that we should maybe have the wedding in a couple months from now. Do you think we should have a themed...
Me: (Looking at him straight in the eye) we’re not getting married.
Sylar: Why not?
Me: Because I don’t love you.
Sylar: Well that’s just a small part of marriage. Seeing as we’ll never stop being in each other lives, why not just make it official!
Me: BECAUSE THAT’S NOT WHAT MARRIAGE IS ABOUT.
Sylar: Too bad. In a couple of months, you’re going to be my wife. You gave me your word.
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: NO! We’re not getting married.
Sylar: (seriously) Yes, we are.
Me: (Looks at Sylar for a while) Hold on a minute. (Teleports to Claire) IS THIS SOME KIND OF JOKE TO YOU?
Claire: Woah. What are you talking about?
Me: HE SAID YES.
Claire: Who said yes?
Me: Sylar accepted my proposal.
Claire: (laughs) you’re not serious.
Me: (serious face) We’re getting married in a few months. We might have a themed wedding.
Claire: (Stops laughing) Uh oh. This is not good.
Me: (panicking) You think? This is a disaster. He’s going to marry me out of love, but just ... companionship!
Claire: Wait a minute ... let’s go so Peter. (holds my shoulder and we teleport to Peter) Peter! Did you tell Sylar what we were planning to do?
Me: (Looks at Claire) Wait, you told him?
Claire: (Softly) It slipped out. Sorry. (Looking back at Peter) Well?
Peter: NO! Of course not. It’s such a stupid idea, there would be no point in telling Sylar. (Drinks his water)
Claire: Well guess what? Sylar said yes to her proposal.
Peter: (spits his water out) WHAT?! He said yes?! (wipes his mouth, looks at me) does he love you?
Me: No! He said that he wants to marry me only because we’ll never stop seeing each other. Oh, this is a nightmare. (facepalm)
Claire: Moving in together would be much easier than getting married.
Me: That’s just ... no. Not a good idea.
Peter: But it makes sense.
Me: NO! What’s wrong with you guys! I’m not getting married to him, and I’m not moving in with him either!
Claire: (grabs a drink of water) better than nothing.
Me: I think I should go back to my dinner with Sylar. Or maybe, jump off a cliff.
Claire: Well ... you do have a power to heal yourself.
Me: Think of something?
Peter: ENGAGEMENT PARTY!
(Peter and Claire look at each other with delight)
Me: Alright, jumping off a cliff it is.
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Sylar Short Stories Special Edition: Parts 12-15, November 6, 8, 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!
Peter: It’s your turn. You have to kiss her on the forehead while Mohinder shocks her for the 10th time.
(Sylar and Mohinder carefully manoeuvre themselves over my dead body)
Sylar: (Looks at Mohinder, leans in to kiss forehead)
Mohinder: charging. Clear. (10th shock)
Me: (sharp gasp, looks around at confused Sylar and Mohinder, and a satisfied Peter. All signs of mutations disappeared) good work. (Spots the glowing syringe) Peter (points at the syringe) it’s glowing again.
Peter: (takes it, covers it with a cloth) what should we do with it?
(Mohinder and Sylar stare at Peter and I)
Me: Well we can’t just throw it away. Then again, we could just ... light it on fire again?
Peter: too risky. The chemical exposure might not be the same as last time.
Me: So then what should we do with it? (Peter gives me the syringe, starts glowing through the cloth) I mean ... Mohinder (he comes forwards), what do you sugge... (syringe explodes, sending all of us flying in the lab)
(a couple minutes later...)
Me: (groans) not again. (sits up, looks around, sees Sylar and Mohinder, but no sign of Peter) Peter? PETER?
Peter: (groans) up here. (hanging from the ceiling) Go and check if Mohinder and Sylar are alright. I think I can get down from here.
Me: (walks towards them, reaches hand out, but there isn’t an arm to reach out) Peter? Do you see where my arm is?
Peter: Uh ... it’s over there... in the sink.
Me: (walks towards sink, grabs my arm, sticks it back on the joint, it heals itself) so yeah ... I have powers. Again.
Peter: Yeah (struggling to get down) seems like the word “again” is popping up everywhere.
Me: (walks over to Sylar, rubs his back) Sylar? (he groans, Peter manages to free himself and he falls face first to the floor) Are you alright Peter?
Peter: (gets up, rubs his face) yeah. I see Mohinder over there (points towards one corner of the lab)
Me: (Looks over to where Peter is pointing) but ... he’s over here (Points to another corner of the lab)
(Peter and I realize what’s happened, we run to Mohinder’s body parts)
Mohinder: Guys? Where’s the rest of my body?
Me: Oh thank God, he has powers.
Peter: (holds Mohinders legs) I’m coming with your legs.
Me: (spots Mohinder’s torso and head, brings him his arms) are you alright? (puts his arms in the correct spots, they heal back)
Mohinder: (Peter puts his legs in the correct parts, they heal and Mohinder goes into minor shock)
Sylar: (sits up, screams in pain) Guys? Help me. I’m bleeding. It’s not stopping. (Passes out)
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: (woozy, softly) what’s happening? (blurred vision)
Me: (talking to Peter, distorted in Sylar’s mind) he’s losing too much blood. Why aren’t his powers working?
Peter: (bends down, used his finger and a power to seal the wound) I don’t know. I’m just going to repair any damage and we’ll ... go from there? (hovers hands over Sylar’s body)
(Mohinder, in the background, tests out his new powers, obviously ignoring the fact that Sylar could die)
Peter: Okay, I think I fixed everything. The bleeding has ceased, his bones are healed, and he’s just resting now.
Me: He broke bones?
Peter: the explosion from that syringe sent us all flying ... but he got it worse.
Me: (looking around the dishevelled lab) We should leave. We still don’t know what could happen when we changed in the past.
Peter: Let’s teleport to, hopefully, where I live. Go and get... where’s Mohinder? (looks around)
Me: We don’t have to worry about him; he has powers, so he’ll probably be fine.
Peter: Okay.
(We teleport to Peter’s apartment. Everything looks the same)
Peter: (puts an unconscious Sylar on his bed) I’m going to check up on other people, make sure that Lisa doesn’t exist in our world, and see if there is anything else that could ... (teleports out)
Me: (grabs a cup of water, sits down at dining table)
Sylar: (starts moaning, wakes up) hello?
Me: (walks to other room quickly) Sylar, you’ve been in a bad accident. You need lots of rest.
Sylar: I know. It wouldn’t stop bleeding. (Lifts up his shirt, no scar or wound) Did I heal myself?
Me: No, Peter did that for you.
Sylar: (all of a sudden, takes letter opener on Peter’s nightstand and stabs his left hand, screams in pain)
Me: (runs to his side) WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!
Sylar: (drops the bloody letter opener, the wound doesn’t heal itself, he closes his eyes) heal. Come on. HEAL. (A stream of blood drips onto the carpet)
Me: (holds his hand, thinks about healing, his hand heals) Sylar.
Sylar: (bows head)
Me: (lifts his chin, looks at him carefully) where are your powers?
Sylar: gone.
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: Your powers just can’t disappear.
Sylar: (angry) Well, if you haven’t noticed, I haven’t been able to heal myself, I can’t freeze time, I can’t do anything.
Me: (shocked) Why are you so angry!? I thought you wanted to be normal.
Sylar: Normal. (calms down) Don’t you know me? I’ve NEVER WANTED TO BE NORMAL. (takes a couple of breaths) From the start, I wanted to be different. Special. Now what am I?
Me: Sylar. (looks at him, he pushes me away)
Sylar: (gets up, talks to himself silently) I have to start all over again.
Me: Start all over again? Wait. Start over as in ... no, no, no. You’re not doing that. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t you dare revert to that.
Sylar: It’s the one thing I know how to do.
Me: No, it’s not. Be normal for a day. See how you like it.
Sylar: why? I’ve been normal for half of my life. It was not fun.
Me: When you were normal, you were in a small room working on watches. Now, you’re surrounded by a bunch of awesome people that do generally like being around you.
Sylar: (thinks) No. I’m going to go talk to Mohinder. He’ll make me a serum or something (begins to walk to the door) Does Peter have car keys? (looks around)
Me: (sighs) Sit here and wait, I’ll talk to Mohinder. (I teleport to Mohinder) Mohinder!
Mohinder: (using his power to set things on fire, and then extinguishing them) hello. This is amazing. What do you need? I do owe it to you for giving me powers.
Me: Well I guess you can help return the favour. Sylar lost his powers, he needs new ones.
Mohinder: (stops) lost?
Me: from the explosion.
Mohinder: oh. Well I can’t help you there. Remember when I tried to give myself powers? Didn’t exactly work out well, and the explosion was just one of those freak accidents. Sorry.
Me: (talking to Mohinder telepathically) he’s going to go back to his old ways if he doesn’t get powers.
Mohinder: (replying back to me telepathically) I CAN HEAR YOU? (claps excitedly) I don’t think I can help you. (out loud) Unless you take a vial of your blood and inject it into his body. That seemed to work for you before.
Me: (confused) what? What do you mean by “before?” I don’t understand.
Mohinder: When you got your powers the first time, Sylar gave you blood. Right? Actually, now that I think of it, that’s probably why your cells mutated.
Me: He never gave me blood. Or I guess I wouldn’t exactly know since I changed time.
Mohinder: So how did you get powers before then?
Me: Uh ... (thinks) kissing him.
Mohinder: (hearing my thoughts) YOU KISSED HIM?
Me: Well, yeah. (shrugs shoulders)
Mohinder: then just do that again!
Me: No. I’m not kissing Sylar. Ever.
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: (depressed) what?
Me: What would you do to get your powers back?
Sylar: (monotone) anything.
Me: (sighs) There are three things I can do. (Sylar perks up) The first thing is trying to transfer it through touch, so like holding hands. The second thing is a blood transfer, but that might not work and might actually cause physical harm to you. The third thing (sighs) is ... that I have to ... (sighs)
Sylar: (tired of waiting) Let’s just try the first one and see what happens?
Me: Alright. (Grabs his hands, thinks about giving him powers, I feel a surge of energy go through my body, I let go, and I fall to the floor, weak) did it work?
Sylar: (teleports from one side of the room to the next) oh yeah. (smiles) this is great.
Me: Good. (gets up)
Sylar: So what was the third thing?
Me: (eyes widen) uh ... nothing.
Sylar: What do you mean nothing?
Me: As in ... nothing! It was nothing. Can we go find Peter now?
Sylar: Yeah!
(we teleport to Peter, who is faced down on the ground in someone’s house)
Sylar: (runs to Peter’s side) PETE! PETER!
Me: (looks around, familiar house, but can’t place it in my mind) where are we?
Sylar: (panicking) it doesn’t matter! Come and help Peter! (Sylar places his hand on his back, Peter turns around and starts coughing)
Peter: (sharp gasp, looks at Sylar and I in a startled shock) IT’S A TRAP. We have to get out of here!
Me: Where are we Peter?
(Someone shoots an arrow at Peter, which pierces through his arm)
Peter: (screams in pain as he removes it, the wound doesn’t heal, we all run for the exit) Hurry! He’s trying to kill us.
(We get to the doors)
Sylar: WHO’S TRYING TO KILL US?
Peter: (trying to open the locked doors, to no avail. Peter’s arm is covered in blood) MOHINDER!
(Mohinder, with a bow and arrow, aims. He draws back the string and releases, sending the arrow flying straight at us.)
To be continued ...
Peter: It’s your turn. You have to kiss her on the forehead while Mohinder shocks her for the 10th time.
(Sylar and Mohinder carefully manoeuvre themselves over my dead body)
Sylar: (Looks at Mohinder, leans in to kiss forehead)
Mohinder: charging. Clear. (10th shock)
Me: (sharp gasp, looks around at confused Sylar and Mohinder, and a satisfied Peter. All signs of mutations disappeared) good work. (Spots the glowing syringe) Peter (points at the syringe) it’s glowing again.
Peter: (takes it, covers it with a cloth) what should we do with it?
(Mohinder and Sylar stare at Peter and I)
Me: Well we can’t just throw it away. Then again, we could just ... light it on fire again?
Peter: too risky. The chemical exposure might not be the same as last time.
Me: So then what should we do with it? (Peter gives me the syringe, starts glowing through the cloth) I mean ... Mohinder (he comes forwards), what do you sugge... (syringe explodes, sending all of us flying in the lab)
(a couple minutes later...)
Me: (groans) not again. (sits up, looks around, sees Sylar and Mohinder, but no sign of Peter) Peter? PETER?
Peter: (groans) up here. (hanging from the ceiling) Go and check if Mohinder and Sylar are alright. I think I can get down from here.
Me: (walks towards them, reaches hand out, but there isn’t an arm to reach out) Peter? Do you see where my arm is?
Peter: Uh ... it’s over there... in the sink.
Me: (walks towards sink, grabs my arm, sticks it back on the joint, it heals itself) so yeah ... I have powers. Again.
Peter: Yeah (struggling to get down) seems like the word “again” is popping up everywhere.
Me: (walks over to Sylar, rubs his back) Sylar? (he groans, Peter manages to free himself and he falls face first to the floor) Are you alright Peter?
Peter: (gets up, rubs his face) yeah. I see Mohinder over there (points towards one corner of the lab)
Me: (Looks over to where Peter is pointing) but ... he’s over here (Points to another corner of the lab)
(Peter and I realize what’s happened, we run to Mohinder’s body parts)
Mohinder: Guys? Where’s the rest of my body?
Me: Oh thank God, he has powers.
Peter: (holds Mohinders legs) I’m coming with your legs.
Me: (spots Mohinder’s torso and head, brings him his arms) are you alright? (puts his arms in the correct spots, they heal back)
Mohinder: (Peter puts his legs in the correct parts, they heal and Mohinder goes into minor shock)
Sylar: (sits up, screams in pain) Guys? Help me. I’m bleeding. It’s not stopping. (Passes out)
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: (woozy, softly) what’s happening? (blurred vision)
Me: (talking to Peter, distorted in Sylar’s mind) he’s losing too much blood. Why aren’t his powers working?
Peter: (bends down, used his finger and a power to seal the wound) I don’t know. I’m just going to repair any damage and we’ll ... go from there? (hovers hands over Sylar’s body)
(Mohinder, in the background, tests out his new powers, obviously ignoring the fact that Sylar could die)
Peter: Okay, I think I fixed everything. The bleeding has ceased, his bones are healed, and he’s just resting now.
Me: He broke bones?
Peter: the explosion from that syringe sent us all flying ... but he got it worse.
Me: (looking around the dishevelled lab) We should leave. We still don’t know what could happen when we changed in the past.
Peter: Let’s teleport to, hopefully, where I live. Go and get... where’s Mohinder? (looks around)
Me: We don’t have to worry about him; he has powers, so he’ll probably be fine.
Peter: Okay.
(We teleport to Peter’s apartment. Everything looks the same)
Peter: (puts an unconscious Sylar on his bed) I’m going to check up on other people, make sure that Lisa doesn’t exist in our world, and see if there is anything else that could ... (teleports out)
Me: (grabs a cup of water, sits down at dining table)
Sylar: (starts moaning, wakes up) hello?
Me: (walks to other room quickly) Sylar, you’ve been in a bad accident. You need lots of rest.
Sylar: I know. It wouldn’t stop bleeding. (Lifts up his shirt, no scar or wound) Did I heal myself?
Me: No, Peter did that for you.
Sylar: (all of a sudden, takes letter opener on Peter’s nightstand and stabs his left hand, screams in pain)
Me: (runs to his side) WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!
Sylar: (drops the bloody letter opener, the wound doesn’t heal itself, he closes his eyes) heal. Come on. HEAL. (A stream of blood drips onto the carpet)
Me: (holds his hand, thinks about healing, his hand heals) Sylar.
Sylar: (bows head)
Me: (lifts his chin, looks at him carefully) where are your powers?
Sylar: gone.
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: Your powers just can’t disappear.
Sylar: (angry) Well, if you haven’t noticed, I haven’t been able to heal myself, I can’t freeze time, I can’t do anything.
Me: (shocked) Why are you so angry!? I thought you wanted to be normal.
Sylar: Normal. (calms down) Don’t you know me? I’ve NEVER WANTED TO BE NORMAL. (takes a couple of breaths) From the start, I wanted to be different. Special. Now what am I?
Me: Sylar. (looks at him, he pushes me away)
Sylar: (gets up, talks to himself silently) I have to start all over again.
Me: Start all over again? Wait. Start over as in ... no, no, no. You’re not doing that. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t you dare revert to that.
Sylar: It’s the one thing I know how to do.
Me: No, it’s not. Be normal for a day. See how you like it.
Sylar: why? I’ve been normal for half of my life. It was not fun.
Me: When you were normal, you were in a small room working on watches. Now, you’re surrounded by a bunch of awesome people that do generally like being around you.
Sylar: (thinks) No. I’m going to go talk to Mohinder. He’ll make me a serum or something (begins to walk to the door) Does Peter have car keys? (looks around)
Me: (sighs) Sit here and wait, I’ll talk to Mohinder. (I teleport to Mohinder) Mohinder!
Mohinder: (using his power to set things on fire, and then extinguishing them) hello. This is amazing. What do you need? I do owe it to you for giving me powers.
Me: Well I guess you can help return the favour. Sylar lost his powers, he needs new ones.
Mohinder: (stops) lost?
Me: from the explosion.
Mohinder: oh. Well I can’t help you there. Remember when I tried to give myself powers? Didn’t exactly work out well, and the explosion was just one of those freak accidents. Sorry.
Me: (talking to Mohinder telepathically) he’s going to go back to his old ways if he doesn’t get powers.
Mohinder: (replying back to me telepathically) I CAN HEAR YOU? (claps excitedly) I don’t think I can help you. (out loud) Unless you take a vial of your blood and inject it into his body. That seemed to work for you before.
Me: (confused) what? What do you mean by “before?” I don’t understand.
Mohinder: When you got your powers the first time, Sylar gave you blood. Right? Actually, now that I think of it, that’s probably why your cells mutated.
Me: He never gave me blood. Or I guess I wouldn’t exactly know since I changed time.
Mohinder: So how did you get powers before then?
Me: Uh ... (thinks) kissing him.
Mohinder: (hearing my thoughts) YOU KISSED HIM?
Me: Well, yeah. (shrugs shoulders)
Mohinder: then just do that again!
Me: No. I’m not kissing Sylar. Ever.
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: (depressed) what?
Me: What would you do to get your powers back?
Sylar: (monotone) anything.
Me: (sighs) There are three things I can do. (Sylar perks up) The first thing is trying to transfer it through touch, so like holding hands. The second thing is a blood transfer, but that might not work and might actually cause physical harm to you. The third thing (sighs) is ... that I have to ... (sighs)
Sylar: (tired of waiting) Let’s just try the first one and see what happens?
Me: Alright. (Grabs his hands, thinks about giving him powers, I feel a surge of energy go through my body, I let go, and I fall to the floor, weak) did it work?
Sylar: (teleports from one side of the room to the next) oh yeah. (smiles) this is great.
Me: Good. (gets up)
Sylar: So what was the third thing?
Me: (eyes widen) uh ... nothing.
Sylar: What do you mean nothing?
Me: As in ... nothing! It was nothing. Can we go find Peter now?
Sylar: Yeah!
(we teleport to Peter, who is faced down on the ground in someone’s house)
Sylar: (runs to Peter’s side) PETE! PETER!
Me: (looks around, familiar house, but can’t place it in my mind) where are we?
Sylar: (panicking) it doesn’t matter! Come and help Peter! (Sylar places his hand on his back, Peter turns around and starts coughing)
Peter: (sharp gasp, looks at Sylar and I in a startled shock) IT’S A TRAP. We have to get out of here!
Me: Where are we Peter?
(Someone shoots an arrow at Peter, which pierces through his arm)
Peter: (screams in pain as he removes it, the wound doesn’t heal, we all run for the exit) Hurry! He’s trying to kill us.
(We get to the doors)
Sylar: WHO’S TRYING TO KILL US?
Peter: (trying to open the locked doors, to no avail. Peter’s arm is covered in blood) MOHINDER!
(Mohinder, with a bow and arrow, aims. He draws back the string and releases, sending the arrow flying straight at us.)
To be continued ...
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