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damned_institute2008-05-11 06:29 am
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Day 32: Cafeteria, Breakfast
Sylar's gears were still turning as the nurse and a burly orderly escorted him down long halls and through a strange, sunlit room. He'd been forced to drop his pen when the orderly had seen it, and since then, he'd realized that this place had better security than he'd originally anticipated, as well as a large population of patients. It looked like he'd have to bide his time for now, pretending to be this 'Zachary Blaine' and trying to figure out how the hell he'd gotten here.
His mind went over and over the events in Mohinder's lab, tracing every second that led up to his unconsciousness. According to the computer logs and the decked-out loft, Mohinder was working for the Company now, so had that woman with the electricity been an operative? Was this all a Company front? Even so, it didn't make sense for them to drop him off somewhere without any close supervision. They knew how dangerous he was. How special he was.
But right now, his abilities had been nullified and he was left only with the option of playing along. It was a very good thing that it was something he excelled at, even with his sudden loss of the cure clouding his thoughts and telling him to do something drastic.
Still, it was fun to take ahold of strings and let someone think they were pulling him when in fact he was the puppetmaster. Who knew? Maybe he could find a new toy now that his last one had worn out.
Sylar took his syrup-covered waffle to a table and tried to keep track of both the security and the people flooding in. Soon, he'd find an opening, a weak link he could exploit. It was only a matter of time.
His mind went over and over the events in Mohinder's lab, tracing every second that led up to his unconsciousness. According to the computer logs and the decked-out loft, Mohinder was working for the Company now, so had that woman with the electricity been an operative? Was this all a Company front? Even so, it didn't make sense for them to drop him off somewhere without any close supervision. They knew how dangerous he was. How special he was.
But right now, his abilities had been nullified and he was left only with the option of playing along. It was a very good thing that it was something he excelled at, even with his sudden loss of the cure clouding his thoughts and telling him to do something drastic.
Still, it was fun to take ahold of strings and let someone think they were pulling him when in fact he was the puppetmaster. Who knew? Maybe he could find a new toy now that his last one had worn out.
Sylar took his syrup-covered waffle to a table and tried to keep track of both the security and the people flooding in. Soon, he'd find an opening, a weak link he could exploit. It was only a matter of time.
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He just looked resigned when he spoke, not taking any offense to Clark's wording, but finding it more surreal than anything. "I'm being taken care of, don't ...worry."
He hoped he hadn't said too much. It was bad enough that Aidou could probably be listening right now, he just had to hint that he had an accomplice just then, didn't he?
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"The staff?" he kept having a feeling that Kyon wanted to drop this topic, but Clark thought he had a right to know. He couldn't be of much use if he didn't have a better idea of what was going on. "Or someone else?"
By now he'd mowed right through the eggs and sausages, leaving the Belgian waffles without even realizing he'd gone through them so fast. He stirred the waffles around his plate, distracted, and glancing over at Kyon, measuring him up. If Kyon was getting help, then good. But was it from someone he trusted? Or was it something he couldn't avoid, like the staff?
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It wasn't like, he could tell Clark any of this though. He already had enough to deal with, thanks to Aidou. He didn't need Clark getting hero on his situation, and trying to confront Aidou. With the amount of concern Clark was showing, it didn't seem like a far fetched scenerio.
"Someone else. Another patient," Kyon said simply. He really hoped that Clark would leave it at that. In an attempt to change the subject a little, he brought up something else. "If it isn't to much trouble, I want to know if you could keep my condition a secret."
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"Okay," Clark said. "But you'll tell me if you need any help or if there's anything I can do for you?"
He wasn't even sure there was anything he could do - he wasn't a doctor, for starters. But if there was anything he could do or get for Kyon, he could try his best to help.
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Can I barrow some of your blood? Yeah, that would have gone over well. He'd wait to see what Aidou had in mind for the night before checking anything out.
Now that this particular conversation was over, in Kyon's mind, the part-vampire decided to start up a different sort of conversation. "So, since we didn't really talk much last time we met, what with the monsters, what's your world like?"
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He was aware that Kyon was changing the subject, probably uncomfortable with talking about it anymore, but he didn't mind. He gave a sad little smile when the other kid asked about his "world". For a guy who had super speed, his world had been surprisingly small, consisting of just Smallville (sometimes brief trips to Metropolis) and this new knowledge that out there there was - no, had been - a planet called Krypton.
Clark sighed, sounding wistful: "It was nice. I'm from Kansas, so it's pretty wide open with lots of farms and fields. Nice and quiet," if you didn't count all the meteor infected running around and causing trouble. Ignoring that, it was still quiet and relatively safe in Clark's mind. "I'm still hoping I can go back home to my parents farm; they've got to be freaking out about me being gone."
A week. He hadn't realized just how long he'd been gone until Hanyuu last night asked him while they were trespassing in Dr. Burroughs's office. He paused long enough to finish off the waffles, cleaning off his plate and washing it down with some juice.
"What about you?" Clark asked. Hopefully it wouldn't be too personal to ask.