[log] Murder and Meet-ups at the Hospital- Day 165 [open]

[termineur]

Characters: Mohinder Suresh, Sylar, anyone arriving at the hospital
Location Building 131 (the Hospital)
Date: Day 164 to Day 166? Mostly focusing on Day 165.
Summary: Mohinder discovers Sylar's secret and it doesn't go well. Hopefully it'll go better with anyone Sylar meets afterwards.
Warnings: Violence and death.

131: The roof of a large, square hospital. At first, it seems like this is as far as you can go--but actually, there's a door on the rooftop. It's locked, but there's a card key reader attached. As for what spared it from having its parts stripped? It was frozen over with ice, though not any longer. The building can now be entered from the rooftop.

The hospital is eerie in its silence, and snow presses in against many of the windows, keeping much of it in sterile darkness. It still smells like a hospital; the antiseptic is fresh, and there isn't much dust. Someone must be cleaning it, and yet it's clear no one is here. The hospital is four stories high with one basement, all connected via the elevator lobby and staircase.

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[seekevolution]

Mohinder had been so distracted trying to get the tablet out of his bag that he had left himself open. He could feel Sylar's breath against his ear (not a new sensation given the way that they had tried to keep themselves warm all the nights shared together so far in a huddle) and it left him angry. A swallow brought the piano wire more tightly to his throat. He barely remembered when the other man had taken that, but it certainly did not matter.

His whole self tensed and the wires tightened. At least he had a remarkable streak of good sense after that not to move so much. That didn't mean that he didn't keep trying to swallow against the wire.

"People don't stay dead here, Sylar," Mohinder whispered. Except...well, sometimes they did. "If you kill me now, the first thing I will do is tell everyone what you've done."

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[termineur]

"There's only a 40% statistical chance you'll revive," Sylar shot back. "And if you're going to tell everyone about me anyway, why shouldn't I play those odds?"

The guitar string tightened a little, after that. "I wanted this to go a different way, you know. I thought maybe you'd see sense and realize that this isn't what we should be focusing our efforts on. But sense was never what you were good at, is it? That's why you chased after someone who would always be disappointed in you."

[seekevolution]

Though some of Sylar's words might ring true, they only had a small frame of time left to figure out how to keep the potential death and rebirth cycle of the possible experiment from being kickstarted, Mohinder would not give the American the satisfaction. He was too hurt, too betrayed, and now he was fighting for his life.

He managed to get his fingertips partially under the wire, but that did no good, the wire was already cutting into Mohinder's skin. Panic, heart already racing like a rabbit, caused him to buck a little, to try to slam his head back into Sylar's face.

[termineur]

Oh, no. They weren't playing that game. As soon as Mohinder bucked, Sylar pulled the wire tight. It dug into his gloves and slid against them, making him squeeze all the harder. No wonder people usually wrapped these around sticks.

"Maybe you'll be more rational when you come back," he told the scientist, sounding disappointed. He was unsure if the man was even alive to hear him anymore. There's been a crack and a squelch, but he no longer had his ability to tell him if he had properly snapped the neck or collapsed the windpipe. His voice took on a distracted tone as he continued. "We have to work together here. This is the only other option."

[seekevolution]

Sylar wasn't strong enough to break Mohinder's neck and the finger that had managed to get under the wire stopped him from making this a quick kill. No, Sylar. Mohinder was going to bleed out, struggling weakly until he no longer could struggle, until his blood covered the front and back of his shirt, covered Sylar's gloves and his coat.

If there was such a thing as a price to pay for every life taken, it would be the telltale signs of death across Sylar's clothes. At least Mohinder was forced to listen to those goading whispers.

But Mohinder would not be coming back. And Sylar would be alone in this frozen over hell. And all because he was too bored to put a little effort into a lie.

[termineur]

Ugh. Ugh. Usually Sylar liked making a mess, but it was very inconvenient while trapped in a snowy town with no powers. He also wanted this to go quickly, but that was of lesser importance here.

He watched silently (finally) as Mohinder expired. With a sigh, he muttered, "Always gotta make things hard on me, huh, Doc?" But maybe it would be better when he came back. Despite the statistics he spouted at the scientist, he fully expected Mohinder would be back soon.

For now, he needed to cover this up. Thank goodness he picked up that bottle of vinegar back at his first house. Soaking his coat and gloves was not what he wanted to be doing with his day, but he went about it with a singular, detached focus. He scrubbed the blood on the floor out using the vinegar and the shoe insulation that Mohinder had given him. He moved Mohinder's body carefully out of sight.

None of it would get the blood out of the stitched on his coat or any small cracks in the floor, but it was good enough for distracted people whose focus was on the dying, not the dead. Sylar hoped the Joker would keep everyone too occupied for awhile, and resolutely didn't think of the possibility that his only connection to his home universe might not be coming back.