NW with paintonhigh
The showdown (or is it?)

One-on-one with paintonhigh for nine_wonders




paintonhigh:

He had seen it all, in his mind's eye. A drug induced high which had brought on the most powerful and painful vision of his life. Last time he'd almost killed himself with the drugs he'd woken up atop a mural depicting the explosion of New York spread right across the floor. Now, now he was going to see how it all happened.

He couldn't control his ability like this. His hand would paint whatever his mind saw. And now he seemed to be forever stuck on repeat painting his own death. It was as if killing Simone had cemented his own fate. Perhaps he deserved this for destroying everything he cared about. He could not save Simone. But there was at least one thing he cared about which he could save - New York. His beloved city. But to do this he'd have to sacrifice himself.

At least that's what he initially thought. He saw everything happen - saw Sylar kill him, saw Sylar take his powers and begin to paint his own death. He was doomed to the same fate Isaac had been. One piece after another depicting how Peter Petrelli would hunt him down, and the comic - well Isaac spelt that one out plain and simple. Hiro was to run him through with a sword. And the only way he could ensure Hiro would ever see this was to put the image in the pages of a comic book which he would hopefully read in time. And give it to Nick - the most untrustworthy of all people who was forever leaking out plotlines to the public.

Isaac slipped the hand-drawn comic into an envelope and closed the flap. He studied it in his hands, every little line of ink that stained the outside of the golden paper. This was his final moment. That one that would lead to his death. In a rewind of a future!flash moment he had seen it all happen after this. The door to his studio loft opened and he glanced up at the young man who entered the building.

"You'd do anything for a preview, wouldn't you?" Isaac said with a knowing smile.

mynameissylar:

The door squeaked and Sylar was instantly alarmed. Who would visit Suresh? He barely knew anyone in this country. And other than the phone calls they had made to the various people on the list he had never heard Suresh even speak to anyone but him.

"Suresh?"

The voice ringing through the air sparked a pang of recognition in Sylar's eyes. A smirk slowly but siginifcantly crept across his face. It was one of them.

The moment Peter came into view he pinned the man against the wall, his forearm pressed under the other's chin, making it near impossible for him to speak.

"I remember you. You are like me, aren't you?" He said. Tilting his head to his side he squinted his eyes and focussed on the man's brain. "I'd like to see how that works", he stated matter-of-factly.

Raising the index finger of his right hand into the air he used his telekinetic abilities to cut open Peter's forehead, the scream that instantly filled the otherwise quiet air did not break Sylar's concentration. He was used to it by now, and he even felt a mutated feeling of joy creep through his body when he heard it. However, what followed did surprise him. Sylar witnessed something quite unexpected; Peter's forehead healed mere seconds after he had cut it open. Momentarily caught of guard he loosened his grip on Peter in which his opponent took the opportunity to give him a full telekinetic blow to the chest. Sylar slammed fully into a closet. His limb body slid on the floor, quickly buried under books and pieced of shelves.

Losing contact with Mohinder the man quickly fell on the ground as well.

Sylar opened his eyes; he saw Mohinder falling but chose to ignore that fact. The man was insignificant, harmless; he had far bigger priorities now. He had seen a glimpse of Peter's powers and they were delicious. He simply had to obtain them. He'd deal with Suresh later.

Within seconds he stood on his feet again, across from Peter, ready for the fight he knew beforehand he would win.

Peter glanced at Suresh; did he honestly think he could save them? That was quite pathetic.

"No, no", Sylar mocked him, "I am not done with him yet."

Peter started suddenly started to vanish before his eyes, but this time he made sure to not get caught of guard because of this.

"Interesting, I can't wait to try that one", he simply stated as he already got ready for his next move.

Staying absolutely silent he could hear their heartbeats. It only took Sylar seconds to define the difference between Mohinder's and Peter's. Mohinder's heartbeat was racing fast and irregular, the man was obviously frightened to death. Where Peter's was entirely different on its own. Fear mingled with excitement? Interesting.

Still looking around him, seemingly unmoved, he spread his long fingers and slowly brought them up, and with them the shards of glass that lay all across the apartment. They quietly hovered into the air until he was absolutely certain where in the room Peter was standing. With a single flick of his fingers the pieces of glass shot all across the room, one of them hitting Peter right in the back of the head. The man instantly dropped dead on the floor.

Sylar cocked his head to his side and looked at Peter's inner workings, absorbing the pieces that were broken.

Approaching his now dead opponent he was already mentally taking Peter's brain apart. It completely consumed his own mind and he heard Mohinder approach too late. The map hit him straight in the chest, knocking him hard against the wall after which he unconsciously slid on the floor.

(TBC)


Last updated: June 24