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User: adora_spinytwat
Date: 2007-05-25 14:26
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Tags: #adora, claire, mohinder, mr. bennet, murdertreats, peter, suresh, sylar, tasty gangbang
CLAIRE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT FOR A MINUTE. "YOU'RE WRONG," SHE SAID, SHAKING HER HEAD. "YOU'VE GOT ME MIXED UP WITH SOMEONE ELSE."

PETER LAUGHED HARSHLY, THEN WINCED, PRESSING HIS HAND HARDER AGAINST THE LONG CUT IN HIS FACE. "NOT HARDLY," HE SAID. "YOU'RE THE PICTURE OF YOUR MOTHER." HE LEANED FORWARD AND LOOKED CLOSER. "YOU'VE GOT YOUR FATHER'S MOUTH, THOUGH," HE ADDED, THEN SMIRKED. "IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE."

CLAIRE DIDN'T LIKE THE WAY HE WAS TALKING TO HER; OR MAYBE IT WAS THAT SHE DIDN'T LIKE WHAT HE WAS SAYING. IT WAS HARD TO DENY, THOUGH, THAT SHE DIDN'T LOOK A THING LIKE EITHER OF HER PARENTS. "NATHAN... PETRELLI?" SHE ASKED QUESTIONINGLY, AND PETER NODDED. "ASSISTANT DISTRICT ATTORNEY PETRELLI?" PETER NODDED AGAIN. CLAIRE LAUGHED HARSHLY. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME."

"IT'S THE TRUTH," PETER PROTESTED. "WE DIDN'T KNOW YOU EXISTED UNTIL A COUPLE OF MONTHS AGO - YOUR MOTHER TRIED TO BLACKMAIL NATHAN, BUT WHEN HE TOLD HER TO PROVE IT AND BRING YOU TO HIM, SHE VANISHED. MEREDITH'S PROBABLY ON HER WAY TO MEXICO BY NOW," HE ADDED THOUGHTFULLY. HE PULLED OUT A CIGARETTE AND LIT IT WITH ONE HAND. "WE'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU EVER SINCE."

"FASCINATING THOUGH THIS FAMILY REUNION IS," SYLAR INTERRUPTED, MOVING SLIGHTLY BETWEEN CLAIRE AND PETER, "DON'T YOU NEED SEEING TO?"

PETER SMIRKED. "OF COURSE," HE MURMURED, LEANING BACK IN HIS CHAIR. "DOCTOR SURESH?"

SURESH BUSIED HIMSELF WITH STITCHING PETER'S FACE. PETER DIDN'T MAKE A SOUND, THOUGH HIS HAND ON THE CIGARETTE SLOWLY CLENCHED, TURNING WHITE WITH TENSION.

"GO HOME AND GET SOME SLEEP," SURESH SAID QUIETLY. "I WOULD PREFER THAT YOU REFRAIN FROM SAMPLING YOUR WARES TONIGHT."

"YEAH, YEAH," PETER SAID CARELESSLY. HE LOOKED NARROWLY AT SURESH, THEN AT SYLAR, WHO HAD MOVED TO STAND BETWEEN HIMSELF AND CLAIRE. "MOHINDER'S IN THE CAR," PETER SAID, STARING AT CLAIRE. "HE'S GOT THE CASH."

IT WAS AN UNMISTAKEABLE COMMAND TO GET LOST, AND SURESH LEFT EAGERLY.

"WE HAVE TO TALK," PETER SAID, LIGHTING ANOTHER CIGARETTE. HE LOOKED NARROWLY AT THE TWO OF THEM. "NOW."
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User: adora_spinytwat
Date: 2007-05-21 22:52
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Tags: #adora, claire, extra features, mr. bennet, murdertreats, peter, sylar, tasty murderbangs
"DO I KNOW YOU?" CLAIRE SAID, STANDING PERFECTLY STILL, HIDDEN IN THE SHADOWS CREATED BY THE HARSH OVERHEAD LIGHT.

PETRELLI STOOD. "NO REASON YOU SHOULD, I SUPPOSE," HE ACKNOWLEDGED. HE STARED AT HER, HIS EYES VERY WIDE. "YOU LOOK LIKE HIM, A LITTLE," HE SAID AFTER A MOMENT, HIS HEAD TILTED TO THE SIDE.

"AM I SUPPOSED TO UNDERSTAND ANYTHING THAT'S GOING ON?" CLAIRE SAID IN FRUSTRATION. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

"I'M PETER PETRELLI. I'M YOUR UNCLE," PETRELLI SAID AFTER A MOMENT. HE WINCED AND PRESSED HIS HAND TO THE LONG CUT ACROSS HIS FACE. "YOUR FATHER IS MY BROTHER." CLAIRE'S EYES DARTED TO THE MAN LYING ON THE TABLE IN FRONT OF HER AND PETRELLI LAUGHED HARSHLY. "NO," HE SAID. "NOT HIM. NATHAN IS YOUR FATHER."

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"GOD, YOU'RE GORGEOUS," PETER SAID QUIETLY, TUGGING ON ONE OF CLAIRE'S ERRANT CURLS.

"STOP THAT," SHE SAID, PULLING IT AWAY. SHE BACKED AWAY ONLY TO FIND SYLAR STANDING VERY CLOSE BEHIND HER. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

"I DON'T KNOW," PETER SAID, LEANING CLOSE IN.

"BUT IT FEELS GOOD," SYLAR FINISHED FOR HIM.
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User: adora_spinytwat
Date: 2007-05-21 16:50
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CLAIRE COULDN'T KEEP HER EYES OFF SURESH'S HANDS. HER FATHER'S LIFE LAY IN THOSE HANDS. SHE TOOK SOME COMFORT FROM THEIR OBVIOUS COMPETENCY, BUT IN THE END WHAT SHE WOULD REMEMBER FOR THE REST OF HER LIFE WAS THE RED, RED BLOOD TRICKLING AWAY FROM THE INCISION.

SHE TOOK ONE QUICK LOOK AT SYLAR; SHE HAD NO IDEA WHY HE WAS BEING SO HELPFUL. CLAIRE KNEW, DEEP IN HER HEART, THAT SYLAR COULD HAVE TAKEN THE GUN AWAY FROM HER ANYTIME HE PLEASED. SHE DIDN'T UNDERSTAND HIS MOTIVES AND DOUBTED THAT SHE EVER WOULD, BUT FOR THE MOMENT IT WOULD SUFFICE THAT SYLAR WASN'T TRYING TO HURT HER.

CLAIRE HAD ALREADY TRIED A THOUSAND TIMES TO FIGURE OUT WHO WOULD PAY TO KILL HER FATHER. HE WAS A NOBODY, A PAPER MANUFACTURER. SHE WOULD HAVE SWORN THAT SHE KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT HER FATHER, BUT AS THIS EVENING HAD PROVEN, STILL WATERS RAN THE DEEPEST OF ALL.

"I HAVE DONE EVERYTHING IN MY POWER," SURESH SAID SUDDENLY. CLAIRE JUMPED, STARTLED. "WHETHER HE LIVES NOW IS UP TO THE GODS." HE MOVED TO THE MINIATURE SINK IN THE CORNER AND STARTED TO WASH HIS HANDS. CLAIRE LOOKED AT SYLAR, WHO WAS STARING AT THE BLOOD THAT COVERED HER FATHER'S ABDOMEN. SHE COULDN'T READ HIS FACE. SHE WASN'T SURE SHE WANTED TO.

WHEN THE BACK DOOR SLAMMED OPEN, SYLAR GRABBED A SMALL PISTOL FROM HIS BOOT AND AIMED IT AT THE THIN, BLOOD-COVERED FIGURE STANDING THERE. CLAIRE NEARLY SCREAMED.

"PUT IT DOWN, SYLAR," THE FIGURE COMMANDED WEARILY. "I'M NOT HERE FOR YOU."

SYLAR HOLSTERED THE GUN AND STOOD SLOWLY. "PETRELLI," HE ACKNOWLEDGED. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

"I NEED THE GOOD DOCTOR'S SERVICES," PETRELLI SAID SARCASTICALLY. "WHAT DO YOU THINK?" HE STEPPED FORWARD INTO THE LIGHT AND RUBBED HIS HAND DOWN HIS FACE. HIS HAND CAME AWAY COVERED IN FRESH BLOOD.

SURESH SIGHED AND GESTURED FOR HIM TO SIT DOWN IN THE ROOM'S ONLY CHAIR. "THAT'S A NASTY CUT," SYLAR SAID, NARROWING HIS EYES. "WHAT HAPPENED?"

"CUT MYSELF SHAVING, OF COURSE," PETRELLI SAID, LEANING BACK TIREDLY.

"OF COURSE," SYLAR REPLIED MOCKINGLY.

CLAIRE TRIED TO SHRINK BACK INTO THE SHADOWS. THE LAST FIVE MINUTES HAD WORN ON HER ALREADY-TATTERED NERVES UNTIL SHE THOUGHT SHE MIGHT START SCREAMING AND NEVER STOP. SHE WASN'T SURE WHAT TO DO WITH THE GUN THAT WAS STILL IN HER HAND. IT WAS USELESS NOW, OF COURSE; SHE WAS NO THREAT TO ANYONE.

THE MOTION CAUGHT PETRELLI'S EYE, AND HE STARTED TO RISE OUT OF THE CHAIR, NARROWING HIS EYES AT THE CORNER SHE STOOD IN UNTIL HE SAW HER FACE. "CLAIRE?" HE GASPED, HIS EYES WIDE. "IS THAT REALLY YOU?"
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User: dandy_fetish
Date: 2007-05-21 10:58
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Tags: #dandy, jessica, niki, peter
"IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME, NIKI," PETER SAID, SETTING DOWN HIS EMPTY GLASS.

"IT'S JESSICA, NOW," SHE CORRECTED. "NIKI'S DEAD."

"WHAT A SHAME," PETER REPLIED. "I LIKED NIKI."

"NIKI WASN'T WORTH IT," JESSICA SNAPPED.

PETER SHRUGGED. "THAT'S A MATTER OF OPINION," HE SAID. "HELL OF A VOICE. I REMEMBER SOME NIGHTS SHE'D BE SINGING IN THE CLUB AND THERE WASN'T A DRY EYE IN THE HOUSE." HE PUT HIS HAT BACK ON AND STOOD UP. "I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU SING, DO YOU JESSICA?"

JESSICA GLARED AT HIM. "DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME, PETRELLI. IF I WANTED TO I COULD TAKE AND YOUR WHOLE EMPIRE DOWN WITH WHAT I KNOW."

"NO NEED TO BE RUDE, DOLLFACE," PETER SAID. "I WAS JUST GONNA OFFER YOU A JOB IF YOU NEEDED IT. BEEN HARD UP FOR A SONGBIRD SINCE NIKI RAN OFF." HE LOOKED HER STRAIGHT IN THE EYES. "BEEN HARD UP FOR A LOT OF THINGS."

"THOSE DAYS ARE OVER," SHE SAID. "IT WAS A MISTAKE THEN. IT WOULD BE A BIGGER MISTAKE NOW."

"THING ABOUT MISTAKES," PETER SAID. "I'M GOOD AT MAKING 'EM, BUT I'M REAL BAD AT REGRETTING 'EM." HE TIPPED HIS HAT AND WALKED AWAY, LEAVING JESSICA ALONE WITH HER THOUGHTS.
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User: adora_spinytwat
Date: 2007-05-14 19:52
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"I NEED SOME HELP IN HERE," SURESH CALLED FROM THE BACK ROOM. CLAIRE SHOT TO HER FEET BUT THEN PAUSED, HIT BY A SUDDEN BURST OF UNCERTAINTY. SYLAR SMILED GENTLY AND STROLLED DOWN THE HALLWAY; SHE COULDN'T HELP BUT FOLLOW, STUNG BY THE MOCKING AMUSEMENT SHE SAW IN HIS EYES.

SHE STOPPED AGAIN AT THE DOOR TO THE SURGERY. THE ROOM WAS CLEANER THAN SOME KITCHENS BUT FOR THE TABLE IN THE MIDDLE, CENTERED UNDER BRIGHT LIGHTS.

HER FATHER LAY THERE WITH SURESH'S HAND IN HIS GUTS. THERE WAS A LOT OF BLOOD.

"DADDY," SHE WHISPERED, AND WONDERED IF SHE'D EVER BE ABLE TO TALK TO HIM AGAIN. "OH GOD, DADDY."

"DON'T YOU FAINT ON ME NOW," SYLAR MURMERED INTO HER EAR. CLAIRE JUMPED. SHE HADN'T HEARD HIM CREEPING UP BESIDE HER; SHE'D BEEN LISTENING TOO HARD FOR THE FAINT SOUND OF HER FATHER'S BREATHING. "YOU'VE BEEN DOING SO WELL." SHE SWALLOWED AND CLOSED HER EYES, TURNING HER HEAD AWAY FROM THE BLOOD. "THAT'S A GOOD GIRL."

NOW THAT SHE WAS PAYING ATTENTION, SHE COULD HEAR SYLAR MOVE AWAY FROM HER, SOFT RUSTLING THAT STOPPED AFTER A MOMENT. "OVER THERE," SHE HEARD SURESH SAY. "I NEED YOU TO HAND ME THOSE WHEN I ASK FOR THEM."

CLAIRE OPENED HER EYES. THERE WAS NO WAY SHE WASN'T GOING TO WATCH.

THE GUN DANGLED USELESSLY FROM HER HAND.
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User: adora_spinytwat
Date: 2007-05-14 10:06
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Tags: #adora, chandra suresh, claire, murdertreats, shanti, sylar
"WHY DOES HE OWE YOU A FAVOR?" CLAIRE ASKED, EYEING SYLAR NARROWLY FROM HER CHAIR.

"HE ASKED ME TO KILL SOMEONE," HE SAID, HIS HANDS ON THE ARMS OF HIS CHAIR. HE TAPPED HIS FOOT A FEW TIMES, THEN ADDED THOUGHTFULLY, "IT WAS HIS DAUGHTER."

"HIS OWN DAUGHTER?" SHE SAID, HORRIFIED. "HOW COULD HE?!"

SYLAR SHOOK HIS HEAD. "I DON'T ASK THE QUESTIONS, TASTYTREATS," HE SAID. "I JUST TAKE THE MONEY."
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User: adora_spinytwat
Date: 2007-05-14 10:05
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IT TOOK FOREVER AND A DAY FOR SURESH TO OPEN HIS FRONT DOOR. CLAIRE PANICKED A LITTLE MORE WITH EACH PASSING INSTANT, WATCHING HER FATHER BLEED OUT ONTO THE COLD, UNCARING CHICAGO SIDEWALK. "PLEASE HELP HIM," SHE BEGGED AS SOON AS HE OPENED THE DOOR. "PLEASE, YOU GOTTA HELP HIM."

SURESH LOOKED AT MR. BENNET AND THEN AT THE GUTSHOT SYLAR HAD SO KINDLY GIFTED HIM WITH. "I'M NOT A MIRACLE WORKER," HE SAID QUIETLY. "THERE'S ONLY SO MUCH I CAN DO."

SYLAR RAISED AN ELEGANT EYEBROW. "ARE YOU WELSHING ON A DEAL?" HE ASKED COOLLY. "BECAUSE I HAVE TO TELL YOU, THAT'S NOT A GOOD IDEA IF YOU WANT TO SEE TOMORROW."

"NO, NO!" SURESH STAMMERED QUICKLY AND SCRUBBED HIS HAND ACROSS HIS EYES. "NO. I THINK I CAN HELP HIM. TAKE HIM INTO MY SURGERY, IT'S JUST DOWN THE HALL." HE POINTED AND SYLAR PICKED UP BENNET'S SHOULDERS AGAIN.

AFTER A MINUTE, HE LOOKED UP. "ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME, SWEETCHEEKS?" HE ASKED WITH A TWINKLE IN HIS EYE.

"DON'T CALL ME THAT," SHE SNAPPED AND LEANED DOWN TO PICK UP HIS FEET.

"I COULD CALL YOU TASTYTREATS INSTEAD..." SYLAR SUGGESTED, BUT WAS MET BY OUTRAGED SILENCE. HE SHRUGGED.
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User: adora_spinytwat
Date: 2007-05-14 10:04
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"YOU'VE GOT SUCH AN INTERESTING HEAD," SYLAR SAID, PROBING HER SKULL LIGHTLY WITH HIS FINGERS. "WHAT'S THIS LUMP HERE?"

CLAIRE SAT AS FAR AWAY FROM HIM AS SHE COULD MANAGE. "I FELL DOWN THE STAIRS," SHE SAID RELUCTANTLY. "WHEN I WAS YOUNGER."

"I COULD JUST EAT YOU UP," HE SAID.
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User: adora_spinytwat
Date: 2007-05-14 10:03
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"YOU SAID YOU COULD HELP HIM," CLAIRE SAID, POINTING THE GUN AT SYLAR WITH NOT-QUITE-STEADY HANDS. THE BLOOD ON HER GLOVES WAS STARTING TO DRY AND FLAKE WITH HER EVERY MOVEMENT. IT HELPED. "SO HELP HIM."

SYLAR GRINNED, RAISING HIS HANDS IN A MOCKERY OF SURRENDER. "DON'T KILL ME YET, SWEETCHEEKS," HE SAID, BACKING TOWARD THE DOOR. HE HIT THE BELL ONCE, TWICE, THREE TIMES.

AFTER WHAT FELT LIKE FOREVER, A HEAD STUCK OUT OF THE WINDOW ABOVE THEM. "WHAT?" IT DEMANDED. "SOME OF US HAVE TO SLEEP."

"CHANDRA SURESH, RIGHT?" SYLAR SHOUTED UP. "YOU OWE ME A FAVOR OR TWO."
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User: dandy_fetish
Date: 2007-05-10 14:17
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Tags: #dandy, eden, mohinder, peter
"DID YOU KILL HER?" PETER DEMANDED.

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU I DIDN'T!" MOHINDER REPLIED. "I WOULDN'T DO THAT!"

"WELL, YOU'RE THE BEST BET WE'VE GOT SO FAR!" PETER SNAPPED. "ALL I KNOW IS YOU TWO HAD A FIGHT AND SUDDENLY SHE'S DEAD!"

"I COULDN'T KILL SOMEBODY I LOVED!" MOHINDER DEFENDED.

"OH REALLY?" PETER ASKED. "IF YOU LOVED HER SO MUCH, WHY'D YOU TWO SPLIT?"

MOHINDER SLAMMED HIS HANDS ON PETER'S DESK. "SHE WAS A REPORTER, PETER. SHE WAS AFTER INFORMATION ABOUT YOU FOR A STORY! AND SHE WAS USING ME TO GET IT!" HE STARTED LAUGHING. "AND ME? I WAS THE IDIOT WHO'D DO WHATEVER SHE ASKED ME TO DO."

PETER STOOD, GRABBING MOHINDER BY THE COLLAR OF HIS JACKET. "YOU SON OF A BITCH! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"

"BECAUSE I KNEW WHAT YOU'D DO!" MOHINDER GROWLED. "AND I WASN'T GOING TO LOSE SOMEBODY LIKE THAT, NOT AGAIN! YOU DON'T BETRAY THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE LIKE THAT!"

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT BETRAYAL?" PETER ASKED. "IF ANYONE SHOULD BE TALKING ABOUT BETRAYAL RIGHT NOW, IT'S ME. FIRST MY BROTHER, NOW YOU."

MOHINDER DIDN'T TAKE HIS EYES AWAY FROM PETER'S AS HE SAID, "TRY FINDING OUT YOUR FATHER HAD YOUR SISTER BUMPED OFF. THEN YOU CAN LECTURE ME ON BETRAYAL."
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