Sylar couldn't keep himself from wincing as the needle went in, even if he had experienced far greater pain than this, in all his years. It was reflex, a ghost of the face he had made when Suresh had taken his original sample. Thankfully, however, it was also just a brief visitor to his face as a moment later he was effecting an expression of perfect concentration.
To turn off his regenerative capabilities was a breeze, like flicking a switch, but to stop him body from reacting entirely? That was much, much more difficult. Especially when it came to trying to continually push the object on Suresh's desk - felt like a pencil holder - around with his mind. It was like trying to hold someone underwater, the other person flailing and fighting tooth and nail, while you waved casually to a friend on shore.
In short, it was damn near impossible.
Teeth grinding, head cocked to one side, he put all his will into keeping his mind from doing anything he didn't want it to. The pencil cup on Suresh's desk came to a halt, rattling ominously on the desk like an angry snake as he focused. It wasn't the best show of control, but it was still motion; it was still use of his telekinesis, as promised. And for as insanely difficult as this all was for him, he was managing, that much very clear in the fact that he could feel pressure at his back but not much else.
"It feels ... I can't ... " He made a face. Apparently, conversation and concentration were too much to muster together. At least it was working, though. Suresh could have his sample, and he wouldn't feel a thing, and they would both go home happy.
There was just one hitch in the plan: unbeknownst to him, blood was suddenly dribbling from his nose. Apparently the brain didn't like having parts of itself shut down, in the name of science. And if Sylar were much for thought process, at the moment, he might have thought it was a small wonder he only had a nosebleed, much less was still conscious.
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Date: 2008-09-04 11:36 pm (UTC)To turn off his regenerative capabilities was a breeze, like flicking a switch, but to stop him body from reacting entirely? That was much, much more difficult. Especially when it came to trying to continually push the object on Suresh's desk - felt like a pencil holder - around with his mind. It was like trying to hold someone underwater, the other person flailing and fighting tooth and nail, while you waved casually to a friend on shore.
In short, it was damn near impossible.
Teeth grinding, head cocked to one side, he put all his will into keeping his mind from doing anything he didn't want it to. The pencil cup on Suresh's desk came to a halt, rattling ominously on the desk like an angry snake as he focused. It wasn't the best show of control, but it was still motion; it was still use of his telekinesis, as promised. And for as insanely difficult as this all was for him, he was managing, that much very clear in the fact that he could feel pressure at his back but not much else.
"It feels ... I can't ... " He made a face. Apparently, conversation and concentration were too much to muster together. At least it was working, though. Suresh could have his sample, and he wouldn't feel a thing, and they would both go home happy.
There was just one hitch in the plan: unbeknownst to him, blood was suddenly dribbling from his nose. Apparently the brain didn't like having parts of itself shut down, in the name of science. And if Sylar were much for thought process, at the moment, he might have thought it was a small wonder he only had a nosebleed, much less was still conscious.