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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 looked up at her again, gauging her reaction as he gave a small smile. He didn't know what had happened in Kirby Plaza after his unconsciousness, but destiny had somehow been avoided. He'd change that someday, when another future was foretold.
"Thank God that after I escaped, I found out New York was fine. Someone must have swooped in and... saved the day, I guess."
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Trying to cheer him up, she shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe you were the one who saved the city, even though you were knocked out."
Then, her expression turning hopeful - and perhaps more like the young girl she appeared to be - Rukia asked, "Do you think... I could see one of your drawings some time?"
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He remembered the things he had painted--the president, the radioactive man, the explosion, Kirby Plaza, all with his very own style and intentions. He frowned slightly as he remembered all over again just one of the many things he had lost.
He looked towards the girl. He wished he could take her powers right here and now; he wished he could pin her down with his mind and then cut her skull open slowly, savoring each line of blood, each scream of pain, each goading word he used against her...
But he couldn't, and so he'd be her friend.
"...As for the drawing," he continued, tone mild and warm as he gazed at her, "I think I can only paint when I have my powers. But..."
He leaned forward a little, a genuinely excited smile on his face. "If you really want to see my work, I should show you some my timepieces--watches, clocks... You see, I was a watchmaker before my... current calling."
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But there was that look again. When Zachary hesitated, his gaze flicked up to her forehead again. Rukia reached up and brushed hair away from her eyes, surreptitiously checking to make sure there wasn't anything stuck to her forehead. She glanced away, feeling distinctly uncomfortable for a moment.
Then it was gone, just as quickly as it had come, and Zachary started speaking again. Rukia returned his smile, though hers was slightly strained at the edges. She quickly settled down again, though, her grin turning genuine. "Oh, yes! I would love to see them!" she said, nodding. "But can you get them here?"
Before they could continue their conversation, though, the intercom came on to announce the shift change. A nurse approached Rukia to tell her that she had an appointment with Dr. Yumeno, and Rukia blinked in surprise. "I... I see," she said uncertainly. Then, turning back to Zachary, she gave a slight bow. "It was really nice talking to you, Zachary. Please leave a note for me on the bulletin board if you have any questions or... anything."
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"It was very nice talking to you too, Rukia," he replied. He narrowed his eyes in interest at her mention of a bulletin and then smiled. "And don't worry, I will. Thank you so much for all of your help."
And then the nurse was taking her away. Sylar waved at her, but as soon as she turned her back, he smirked. He'd certainly check out that bulletin board on his own and see just how true Rukia's words had been. And if they were... well, then this was an intriguing situation indeed.