Day 32: Cafeteria, Breakfast

[darwinism]

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.

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[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

River didn't say anything. She only looked back at John as he rambled, trying to pick up the breadcrumbs he'd scattered once he realized that there were bears in the wood - vicious ones at that. When he was finished, she simply reached out with a finger to poke him in the nose.

"Goof," she said, amused smiles dancing on her lips.

[lost-turkey.livejournal.com]

John laughed, relieved that she had bought that horrible lie that made him sound like such a dork. He rubbed his cheeks and picked up his fork, turning back to his breakfast. "Yes, we are goofs," he said. "Especially when we're together. Mom doesn't know half of the trouble we get up to."

That was normal, wasn't it? Siblings plotting against their parents, normal kids did that and it wasn't so far off base. He had made Cameron promise not to tell his Mom certain things. At least the fabrication that Cameron was his sister was easy to stick to, even here.

"So, now that I've made a complete idiot of myself, maybe you can tell me what sort of place is this? I mean, I figure the cops wouldn't put me here without a reason. If they have, I better get myself a good lawyer, right?"

[theycutitout.livejournal.com]

"Not a hospital," River replied, her voice carrying a lightness to it. It was like floating on the wind, drifting off and down a path shrouded in too much mist. "Lights won't work in this much fog..." she mumbled a moment later, though it wasn't directed at John. "Shortcuts need to be avoided. Too much roadkill."

In an instant, she was sharp and alert again, perhaps disturbingly so, as she turned her curious, half-blank, brown eyes back on him. Staring into souls always hurt, always bled bits and fragments and gallons.

"They make believe so you won't see them crawling out from under your bed at night."

[lost-turkey.livejournal.com]

Her words made John shiver, his skin pebbling into goosebumps. His mother would have said that someone had just walked over his grave and he would have just rolled his eyes but here, listening to River, it felt all too real. "Monsters under the bed, huh?" he said, shrugging his shoulders to shake the bad feeling. "At least you know where they're at. Easier to avoid that way."

River was odd but John didn't mind. He'd made 'friends' with plenty of odd people before, not to mention the fact that Cameron usually weirded him out.

"Waffle?" he said, noticing that she didn't have a plate in front of her. "I'm probably not going to eat it all."