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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 15:03:23 GMT -5
The taunting sort of tone that Luke took with him was mildly irritating. The boy would learn quickly that it was a bad idea to press his buttons. "Just warming up." he said darkly, then pressed his lips into a tight line and reached in to fully cup the boys cheek. Once his palm made full contact Sylar let out a shock that he knew would be enough to at least daze the boy a little.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 15:09:26 GMT -5
Luke's eyes slid closed and his lips parted in a silent whimper at the initial shock, beginning to regret baiting the guy. He realised suddenly that he could probably use his own ability to defend himself... but... right now he just had to stick this out and prove to Gabriel that he was actually worth something.
He didn't move away from the man's cupped palm even after the jolt had subsided, staying perfectly still.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 15:20:00 GMT -5
It was interesting that Luke let him do that, not even making a protest even though Sylar knew it had to hurt. There was something fascinating in hurting someone that was trying their hardest not to react. Not pulling his hand away, the older let out a soft, considering 'Hm'.
"Do you like being hurt, Luke?" he asked, curious and somewhat sarcastic.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 15:25:50 GMT -5
He hesitated, the lingering hand on his face making him nervously anticipate another shock at any moment.
"No." he said, and then wondered if that was actually completely true.
He'd hated it when he was little and it had been terrifying. But like this... well, he had to admit that he felt a certain thrill mixed in with the pain.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 15:33:25 GMT -5
"Then why are you sitting there, letting me hurt you?" Sylar asked, just a little bewildered. He'd been teased a lot as a kid, growing up the terribly sheltered and awkward son of a watchmaker. He was determined now that he was able to protect himself that noone would hurt him ever again. So why was Luke, who was perfectly capable, letting him shock him?
"It's more fun when you fight back." he smirked, giving another small shock to the boy.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 15:41:33 GMT -5
"It doesn't hurt that much." he lied, wincing at the next shock.
"I would fight back, but I don't want to hurt you." he bluffed with a casual shrug.
So, why was he just waiting here letting himself be shocked? Good question, now if only he knew the answer to that himself...
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 15:50:29 GMT -5
With an almost wicked smirk, Sylar cocks a dark brow. "You can't hurt me." He said it, but that didn't mean he wouldn't punish Luke if he tried. The kid had really tangled himself in a snare by following the killer to his lair.
Moving his hand, Sylar teasingly stroked his fingers down the others cheek, letting little tingling shocks trail after them.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 15:57:11 GMT -5
"Do you mean can't or won't?" he asked, about to start another sentence before Sylar shocked him again, and Luke shivered slightly.
It didn't even hurt much this time, and he had a terrible suspicion that the tingles spreading through his skin wasn't just from the lightning. He pushed that awful thought straight out of his head.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 16:01:12 GMT -5
Sylar gave a small snort, expression going cruel again as he looked down at the boy. "Can't. How could you hurt me, Luke, you won't even stand up and be defensive?" he tsked, pulling away from the other finally. They'd been too close for too long, and it was starting to feel awkward. Not because he didn't want to be around the kid, but the exact opposite.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 16:10:48 GMT -5
He was standing up for himself! If he wasn't, he'd have been snivelling on the floor like a baby!
The movement away from him freed him from his confused stupor, and he felt renewed annoyance with Gabriel.
"Uh, 'kay. Nice. Got any more?"
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 16:15:59 GMT -5
Giving the other a glance, Sylar felt suddenly irritated with himself for letting the kid get to him like he had. It felt weird, and he huffed softly again. "Yes." he muttered, but didn't make a move to show them off. He wasn't exactly a social person, and relating to others had never been a strong point.
Turning away, he took up his mug again and moved to a window, pushing aside the flimsy curtain and looking out. He didn't know what to do with Luke...Kill him or show off for him, befriend him or send him packing right back out the door.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 16:33:03 GMT -5
He shifted, feeling snubbed. Gabriel was acting strange, and it made him uncomfortable. One minute the man was sleek and sneering, and now he'd gone all dark and brooding.
"You don't have to show me if you don't want to." he offered hesitantly, to get the man to talk to him as much as anything else.
Although before, Gabriel had seemed perfectly willing to show off his abilities. Luke didn't get it at all.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 16:50:39 GMT -5
Sylar stared out the window a moment longer before looking back at Luke. "Don't you even understand? You shouldn't still be standing there." he muttered, meaning that he should be on the floor instead, head opened and bloody. "I didn't really bring you here to satisfy your curiosity."
But he wasn't telling Luke to leave, either. For the first time in a long time Sylar felt almost neutral. Maybe he was just distracted by the larger situation he found himself in.
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Post by Luke Campbell on May 10, 2009 16:57:31 GMT -5
"Why didn't you do it, then?" Luke asked softly and tentatively, taking a step towards him, and then stopping.
He wasn't scared, even though he knew he should be. Weirdly, he felt safer than he had done for some time. Maybe because before, he'd always felt like there was some lurking danger ready to get him; his father, the kids at school...
But now, he knew exactly what the risks he faced were, and he didn't feel afraid.
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Post by gabrielgray on May 10, 2009 17:05:16 GMT -5
"Be careful or I might." he sneered, but without much actual vehemence in his tone. All he really wanted was to get out of there, but he'd already exhausted himself trying to think of a solution. He didn't want to admit that he was worried or upset about being trapped like they were. Here he couldn't escape, and he didn't have much choice in anything.
Maybe all of it was leading him to be a little emotionally unstable, or at least, moreso than usual. Sometimes even he needed a little reassurance.
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