for whack_a_muse: play the part

[heroslayer]

Only an idiot would have missed the fact that the space between the mirrors made Mohinder uneasy, and after what he had experienced weeks ago under the effects of his blood, he couldn't say he blamed him. Darkness spread out in front of them, broken only by odd shafts of weak light that bled in from the mirrors on either side of them, forming a sort of makeshift corridor. While neither of them were particularly bothered by the dark, however, this was more than just a few measly shadows. This was absolute. Sound and scent dropped off after a few feet, swallowed up by unsettling silence and stale air. Darkness gave way to more inky black no matter how good your eyes were. And so on and so forth until it made even the monster that Mohinder had become flighty.

He supposed if he weren't master of this place, it would make him uneasy, too. Instead he simply flashed the geneticist a sly smile and started moving down the hallway nonchalantly. Mohinder followed after him, peeking into the fragments of other people's lives they could see through the mirrors as they passed.

He let him have his moment of idle interest before he spoke. "I have something I want to show you."

Mohinder allowed him a thin smile, his eyes dancing away from the bedroom he'd been looking into and over to him. "So I gathered. Should I ask what?"

"It's a surprise," he answered cryptically, leading them past a few more mirrors. He stopped in front of one in particular, stood in front of it, looking more than pleased with himself, then took a step out of the way. "And here we are."

Pushing past him, Mohinder looked in on the room blasely, either not expecting anything of real interest or just wanting to get this over as quickly as possible so they could escape the twilight and go back to the real world. His jaw nearly dropped when he spotted Matt, bound and beaten in the middle of the otherwise nondescript room. Sylar couldn't help looking smug.

"You kept him alive." Picking his jaw up off the floor, he reached out reflexively, face registering shock for an instant when his fingers bumped solid glass. He dropped his hand, looking back at him. "How? Why?"

"There's this miracle drug I found that keeps him from using his ability. I think it's called curare." He tapped the side of his head, still looking pleased with himself in spite of the dirty look Mohinder flashed him. "I wanted to break him before I killed him and I think we're almost there. Just one more nail in the coffin."

"I take it you had something in mind?"

He didn't answer, instead moving back around him to the mirror, his skin running riot as he shifted. When it stilled, he was gone, replaced by Janice Parkman, and she could feel the rage running off of Mohinder, crashing in near-literal waves against her back. Out of the corners of her eyes, she could see his, black and wide and feral. She didn't bother to hide her satisfaction. "Don't worry, Mohinder. I didn't run off and sleep with Parkman's whore again."

And even if she had, really, it didn't matter. Not now. Not when this shape would be worth it.

"Just don't get too close to the mirror. Just watch. It's going to be a hell of a show."

Mohinder neither protested nor moved to make an effort to rip her throat out, instead backing up a handful of steps, arms coming to rest over his chest, and taking that as permission to get the festivities started, she pressed her fingers to the glass. It rippled slightly under her touch before settling, and as it did, the glee bled away from her face, replaced by something closer to near panic.

Time to play the part.

"Matt? Matt, please, wake up ... "


Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 655
Note: Mohinder is capableof_both and is used without permission but with love.