Nightshift 37: Main Hallway, 1-West

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As she entered the hallway, Ophelia stopped for a moment to quickly fold up Kio's maps and stuff them into one of her pockets. She had been hoping to take a peek at them at various intervals during the night, but in this dim light, there was no chance of being able to see them. For now, she would have to travel by memory of where she had been taken during the day.

At least this time the choice of where to go was easy. On one side she could just barely see the hallway ending, and on the other it continued for a ways. The path that continued would surely lead to the Sun Room and the areas around it. She started running again with a grin spreading on her face, emboldened by the long, seemingly unobstructed length of the hall. Perhaps she would find her first challenge of the night soon.

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[darwinism]

Once Elle was on the floor and Peter was staring in shock, Sylar grinned and stepped forward, shoving his hand against the other man's neck and slamming him against the wall.

"Kids these days..." He clicked his tongue and shook his head at Peter. "You should be more careful in places like this."

However, the sense of power was short-lived. He felt a stab of burning pain in his side and cried out, letting go of Peter and whipping around to see Elle trying desperately to get away. That was right – she still had some amount of her powers. Peter didn't, which meant that he wasn't the one Sylar wanted.

Sylar walked towards Elle, kicking Peter's shovel away in the process. He leaned over her and grabbed her by the hair, yanking her up.

"And some people," he said, sneering into her face, "should be careful about who they hire."

[human-sponge.livejournal.com]

The sensation of his head smacking against the wall was unfortunately familiar, and Peter was preparing to use his own flashlight to fend off the man when another flash of light coming from Elle did the job for him.

The shovel that he had dropped earlier was moved even further out of reach, and with Sylar closing in on Elle (who Sylar obviously knew had powers after that display) meant that this situation was rapidly falling out of Peter's control.

He couldn't let Sylar repeat what he had done with Claire a few nights ago. This time, his blood wasn't going to be any help.

Without thinking about it, his hand flew up and he felt power in him for the first time since that same night in the courtyard, except this power was different -- it was potent, bright. It burst out of his hand and shot for the middle of Sylar's back.

Hoping that would distract the other man for long enough, Peter darted toward Elle, pulling her clumsily to her feet and then dragging her toward the stairs. "Come on!" he yelled, hoping she was conscious enough to move along with him.

[darwinism]

Just as Sylar was about to put his hand to Elle's head and twist her neck to the side, he felt another burst of pain – stronger this time – and doubled over, losing his hold on the girl. The next thing he heard was the quick padding of footsteps away and up the stairs; they were getting away.

Sylar lurched forward and regained his balance, a hand against the wall as he followed his targets. So, Peter did have some power left in him after all... it made the chase that much more exciting, but Sylar also recognized that he had to be more cautious if he wanted to gain something from this.

His pace quickened with his strengthened resolve and he continued up the stairs.

[ Following Peter & Elle. ]