if someone betrays me, i won't be a victim (rp for witnessof_fate

[heroslayer]

He couldn't quite say what had caused the shift this time, his awareness of what Nathan did becoming less and less absolute as the lines between them blurred, but he could say that it had been both fast and sudden. One minute, Nathan had been on hold with Yagamoto Industries, trying to get in touch with Hiro as Mohinder had suggested, and the next, he was on the floor, the shift of skin and bone already slowing by the time his face connected with the carpet. He'd noted dimly that the change had to be some kind of record -- faster even than when he was in control of whose face he was wearing at any given moment -- and then the thought was gone as he tried to catch his breath.

He'd barely managed to get a handle on himself and the twitchiness that came in the wake of awareness when a voice, distant but still familiar, started yammering from -- somewhere.

Pushing himself up out of the carpet, careful to stifle a groan, his eyes fell to the ground as he searched for the source of the disturbance. It didn't take too long before he noted Nathan's cell phone, slightly worse for the wear from where he'd crumpled on top of it. It took even less time to connect things enough that he could place who, exactly, was shouting at him from the other end of the line and why.

Rage as sharp as the change back had been rose in his chest, choking the breath he'd just gotten back out of him again, and he reached out, fingers curling around the phone viciously. For a brief instant, he considered telling Nakamura that he was back -- hell, maybe he'd go for the whole truth just to put some kind of black mark on Bennet and Parkman's records -- and then he thought better of it. Instead, he simply tightened his grip on the phone, allowing himself a brief moment of satisfaction as it came apart in pieces in his hand.

Uncurling his fingers, he let the remains of the device clatter to the floor unceremoniously, and got to his feet, moving towards the door immediately. He needed to find Mohinder. Someone needed to suffer both for letting Nathan somehow manifest his abilities and for talking the politician into trying to make himself into an weapon of justice. Someone needed to pay for using him again, just as the Petrellis had, and leaving him with no voice to argue the choice. And considering Mohinder had been responsible for at least two of those slights -- a fact which he was keenly aware of now, when he hadn't quite been when he'd first come to -- it was only fair.

That in mind, he let himself into the garden where he could vaguely recall Mohinder telling Nathan he'd be when he got off the phone, and sunk into the shadows along its edges, not wanting to be seen before he could make the other man out in the dying daylight.

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[heroslayer]

"Okay."

Mohinder wasn't lying -- he could just tell that much -- but that answer still didn't feel like the truth. Mostly because he could half-recall being with Mohinder just a few minutes ago, while he couldn't remember the killer being in the picture in the first place. That, coupled with all the new abilities he'd just picked up somehow didn't make him feel much better; if anything it made him feel worse.

Taking a deep breath, he uncovered the phone, cradling it between his shoulder and head, and took a step towards Mohinder, reaching to brush his fingers over his hair, lightly. The motion was as much for his own benefit as it was Mohinder's, as was the fact that he repeated, "It's gonna be okay."

And as if to affirm that, somewhere in the distance, sirens screamed into the twilight.

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Mohinder nodded a little, unable to summon much in the way of words to reassure Nathan anymore. He was feeling sick again, and the sound of sirens was a welcome one. It meant, if nothing else, they'd let him sleep soon, let this somehow be a bad dream, where none of this had happened, and Sylar hadn't said those things, and Nathan didn't look so lost, and he didn't feel this way.

He leaned a bit into Nathan's hand, as much to stay upright as anything else and listened as the sirens grew closer, even as they started to fade more into the creeping blackness surrounding him.

[heroslayer]

"Just a few more minutes," he murmured, fingers still combing through his hair, the motion as much an effort to keep him awake as it was meant to be soothing, "but you need to stay with me until then. Just listen to the sound of my voice or something. You don't have to talk if you don't want to, just stay awake."

Not that he'd need to even do that for much longer as the ambulance had clearly arrived. Mohinder's mother appeared in the doorway just seconds before the paramedics, and while she paused there, stunned, they didn't, pushing past her with a stretcher. Nathan stepped back to let them do whatever they needed to; he'd been around Pete long enough to know that you didn't get in the way of someone in the medical profession when they were working.

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Mohinder was vaguely aware of his mother, but only on the periphery. What he'd tell her, what he could say, he didn't know. He felt himself fall nearly into the paramedics' hands. Nathan's voice was something distant and he felt himself pulled away from him, other hands moving over him, prodding lightly, checking vitals, pushing this and pressing that and backing off when he cried out softly in pain.

There were questions that started being fired as he felt a slice along his side. Something for his lung no doubt, because he could breathe a bit better--and then there was nothing but darkness, and this time he didn't bother fighting it, but gave up for a little while.