for philosophy_20: loss
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heroslayerSylar could hear them, beyond the closed door, out in the living room. Parkman. Both Petrellis. The dark-skinned woman who's name he'd never caught, who had stared at him like she'd seen a ghost when he'd come in. All of them talking, voices low, either unwilling to disturb them or not wanting to be overheard. It didn't matter, either way, as he was only half-listening anyway, catching snatches of conversation here and there.
"-- to be something we can do. What about -- " Petrelli the elder. Nathan.
Then Peter, firmly, almost angry: "No. We're not taking him to -- "
"Why not?" he could hear the woman he'd never named ask.
She sounded desperate. Just as desperate as he had, moments before, when Suresh had pointed out he was dying. But they were past desperation now, past hope. Mohinder was gone, sweat-soaked skin cooling rapidly against his exposed arms, and there was nothing that any of them could do that would make it better. Nothing that he could do, to bring him back.
He couldn't even muster the rage to blame them.
It should have been so easy to summon the anger, to give into the hunger, and go out and murder each and every one of them before they'd even had time to think. He'd never promised the geneticist, after all, despite the fact that it had been the last and possibly only thing Mohinder had ever asked of him. And they'd never see it coming. They'd seen the truth, that he was a caged animal, willingly leashed to Suresh, and they'd never guess that chained beasts could still bite.
It should have been so easy, but the only thing he could manage to stir in his heart was pain. And the only thing he could do was pull Mohinder's body closer to him, and bury his face in his hair, a scream frozen on his lips, tears hot as they rolled from his eyes, silently. It hurt. It burned and he was sure he'd never feel anything beyond it again.
Somehow, vaguely, he was aware that the living room had gone silent. Then, after a moment and very quietly, he could make out Parkman's voice. "He's gone. Suresh."
"Do you think we should -- "
"No." Peter again, but his voice was as resigned now as it had been firm a moment before. "No. Just leave them alone. Just for tonight."
Tonight. He'd have tonight to mourn. Tomorrow, he'd walk out into the snow and lose himself to the cold and the city forever, just as swiftly as he'd lost Mohinder to the virus. Suresh, after all, had never asked that of him.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: After Shanti
Word Count: 440
Notes: Written as a companion piece to this. Not nearly half as good.
"-- to be something we can do. What about -- " Petrelli the elder. Nathan.
Then Peter, firmly, almost angry: "No. We're not taking him to -- "
"Why not?" he could hear the woman he'd never named ask.
She sounded desperate. Just as desperate as he had, moments before, when Suresh had pointed out he was dying. But they were past desperation now, past hope. Mohinder was gone, sweat-soaked skin cooling rapidly against his exposed arms, and there was nothing that any of them could do that would make it better. Nothing that he could do, to bring him back.
He couldn't even muster the rage to blame them.
It should have been so easy to summon the anger, to give into the hunger, and go out and murder each and every one of them before they'd even had time to think. He'd never promised the geneticist, after all, despite the fact that it had been the last and possibly only thing Mohinder had ever asked of him. And they'd never see it coming. They'd seen the truth, that he was a caged animal, willingly leashed to Suresh, and they'd never guess that chained beasts could still bite.
It should have been so easy, but the only thing he could manage to stir in his heart was pain. And the only thing he could do was pull Mohinder's body closer to him, and bury his face in his hair, a scream frozen on his lips, tears hot as they rolled from his eyes, silently. It hurt. It burned and he was sure he'd never feel anything beyond it again.
Somehow, vaguely, he was aware that the living room had gone silent. Then, after a moment and very quietly, he could make out Parkman's voice. "He's gone. Suresh."
"Do you think we should -- "
"No." Peter again, but his voice was as resigned now as it had been firm a moment before. "No. Just leave them alone. Just for tonight."
Tonight. He'd have tonight to mourn. Tomorrow, he'd walk out into the snow and lose himself to the cold and the city forever, just as swiftly as he'd lost Mohinder to the virus. Suresh, after all, had never asked that of him.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: After Shanti
Word Count: 440
Notes: Written as a companion piece to this. Not nearly half as good.
