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Post by gabrielgray on May 9, 2009 6:23:37 GMT -5
It only took a few minutes, up the path that led towards the small house that he occupied. It was strange, these modern conveniences in the middle of what otherwise seemed to be a deserted island. Obviously some planning had gone into rounding them up there. It really boiled his blood.
Upon coming to his own small house, he lifted his hand and used his telekinetic ability to unbolt the door from the inside. Glancing back at Luke, Sylar went inside, leaving the door open for the boy to follow.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 9, 2009 6:31:04 GMT -5
Ooh. Luke nodded at Gabriel to show that he'd noticed the display of the man's ability, wondering exactly what the limits of that were. Was it more effort to move things that were bigger? It was a pretty cool power in any case.
He followed Gabriel through the door of a house that was almost identical in appearance to the one he himself occupied. He wondered how long they were expected to live here. Forever? Until the government worked out how to take away their abilities? He didn't mind being here, but he bet that some people did. Those with families who they cared about. Luke had willingly left all of that behind.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 9, 2009 6:37:26 GMT -5
Letting Luke come into the house, Sylar smirked again. Once the boy was past the door, he lifted his hand and gave a quick twist of his wrist, causing the door behind Luke to slam shut and the lock to engage. He was fairly certain noone had seen them come in, and he wondered if the other had anyone at all on the island that was looking after him.
"You know it's dangerous, Luke, to talk to strangers..." he said, feeling the usual hunger to surge inside at the prospect of stealing the boys ability. He did not, however, make an attempt to do that yet. Instead he only kept his hand lifted, ready to use his telekinesis.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 9, 2009 6:41:22 GMT -5
Luke glanced behind him as the door locked, eyes widening at the predatory look on the man's face. He hadn't even considered that he'd be in any danger. Surely the guy was just messing with him.
"Yeah, well we're all strangers here, aren't we?" he replied as calmly as he could, eyeing Gabriel with growing unease.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 9, 2009 6:48:31 GMT -5
What Luke said made Sylar pause. Usually it was only him that was the stranger. He'd never really had many friends. But the others words made him realize that it was true...most everyone on the island was a stranger. It was amusing.
"Which means no one would miss you." he said, grinning a little. He wanted to see how Luke would react. The boy struck him as odd, and Sylar liked playing cat and mouse. If he freaked out he could always just kill him and dump the body. Tendrils of telekinetic power slowly encircled the younger one, and Sylar cocked a brow. It had been a while since he'd seen fear in anyone.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 9, 2009 7:01:40 GMT -5
He felt beads of sweat gathering under his hairline, keeping himself still even as he was wrapped in invisible arms. He struggled slightly, just to see if he could, then forced himself to stop and look Sylar in the eye.
"They'd know I was gone. The... the government, they had a list. With us all on it. They'd know, and you'd get caught." he bluffed, his throat very dry.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 9, 2009 7:11:09 GMT -5
Even without Telepathy, Sylar knew the kid was uneasy. He had that startled rabbit look, and the killer tightened his hold, just to see Luke's reaction. Power over someone was addictive. "What are they going to do, Luke? Stick me on an even more remote island in the middle of nowhere?" he asked, grinning. "They knew what I was when they dropped me here. What makes you think this isn't some petri dish? Stick us here, see what we do?" he laughed.
Pushing with his mind, Sylar forced Luke backwards, right up against the door he'd just shut. Following, he got into the kids space, looking down at him. "What makes you think they even care?" he asked, eyes traveling from Luke's eyes up to his hairline. Absently he brought up his free hand, ghosting a finger across the others forehead.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 9, 2009 7:16:26 GMT -5
"It isn't worth it." Luke said, his tone feeble and pleading.
"I won't tell anybody, I promise. I'll do whatever you want."
He swallowed thickly as his back hit the door, trying to move his hand just a little, wondering if he could reach the lock, but he was held too tightly. He was entirely at the other man's mercy.
"They care. They gave us food, housing, they're going to look after us."
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Post by gabrielgray on May 9, 2009 18:21:19 GMT -5
Giving the other a casually considering look, Sylar knitted his brows and loosened his hold just a fraction. "Not look after us. Contain us." he said darkly. "Contain us here until someone suggests that the next step should be elimination." He said, lowering his hand from near the boys face.
"Don't you know anything about history? First they contain, then they euthanize." Suddenly, just like that, he released the hold he had on the younger one. There wasn't much of a point in it, and he didn't really like killing when it wasn't part of a specific goal he had in mind. Sylar took a step back, slouching as he rested the back of his his legs against the bare table that took up the center of the kitchen half of the room.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 9, 2009 18:25:37 GMT -5
"I..."
Luke contemplated this, suddenly filled with dread as he entertained the prospect of Gabriel being right. They weren't here for their own good, they were here to be kept away from all the normal people.
When he was released from the invisible binds, he slid into a sitting position with his back against the door, making no move to escape.
"Were you really going to..."
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Post by gabrielgray on May 9, 2009 20:04:45 GMT -5
The fact that the boy wasn't running and screaming was a little confusing, and Sylar wrinkled his nose slightly as he looked down at him. Maybe he was used to being treated like crap. Looking away, he let his gaze wonder over the still mostly unfamiliar room. "Yes. But I decided the mess wouldn't be worth having to clean." he muttered.
"Most people would be running by now." he commented, turning back his gaze to the boy now sitting on his floor. Narrowing his eyes a little, he he pressed his lips together, as if confronted with an odd puzzle piece.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 3:51:24 GMT -5
"It would be an awful mess." he offered helpfully.
He frowned, looking up at Gabriel. His instincts were screaming for him to get out, and quickly, but he didn't want to. The man had tried to kill him, and yet... he liked him.
"I'm waiting to see what happens now. You're interesting. I don't think you'll kill me, now."
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 5:13:42 GMT -5
Sylar frowned and cocked his head, looking down at Luke. That was a pretty bold thing to say to someone who had just threatened your life. "Maybe next time I won't mind the mess so much." he said, though for the moment it was sort of an empty threat.
Pushing himself back up, the older one crossed his arms over his chest. "Shouldn't you be running along home?" he asked, as though the word 'home' held any significance there in that place. He was puzzled by the younger one, irritated and yet reluctant to harm him.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 5:25:23 GMT -5
Luke got slowly to his feet, scowling slightly as he folded his arms, glaring up at the older man.
"Did you bring me here just to kill me?" he demanded, trying not to sound hurt.
He shouldn't be feeling so betrayed. They'd only just met, and the guy was clearly a psycho.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 5:56:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, actually. Don't look so offended." Sylar replied, scoffing a little. It wasn't like he owed the kid any sort of explanation. "You're still alive, aren't you?" he added, raising one brow.
"You shouldn't be so trusting. I could have done a lot worse to you." he muttered, turning his back on the boy and moving over to the cabinets to take down a mug and then to fill a kettle of water to put on the stove. "Or was that what you were hoping?" he added, leering.
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