[kavinsky blinks sharply, like he'd forgotten to do it for too long and now his retinas feel dried out and jacked up. he never stopped moving, but there's a weird flurry about the way he nods and says,] Yeah duh, [then starts to get going again, like some part of him had gone away from himself and only just now returned, summoned by the pragmatism of jesse's request. he needs to denature the proteins of the blood in the coffee, wipe down the cup.
he keeps thinking sylar's going to wake up again. or jesse will open his mouth and the next words out will be in the wrong voice, sylar's voice, because he killed a shifter, maybe, or somebody who can move the very bones of reality like billy can, the glow of his power will be red, and kavinsky shouldn't have revealed the secret weaknesses of his abilities after all and the ouroboros of his mistakes and wrongly laid trust closes in around him just in time for
nah none of this happens.
what actually happens is they get sylar in the van and drive. kavinsky behind the wheel, jesse focusing his power on the body in the back, sticking him with a hypo full of tranquilizers while they have him out and depowered. it's not a long drive if you like driving, an hour to put them outside of maurtia falls and then a couple more to wind out into the trees and the hills.
by the time sylar comes to, he's in a basement, a very atmospheric yellow lightbulb swinging from the ceiling. he's cuffed and collared to a sturdy metal chair. there's a slender iv tube wrapped around the heavy strap of leather on his neck, to go with the needle taped on his arm. the contents of the tube are red. jesse's blood. the dampening effect of his 'reversed' nullification is still there, but pulled back just enough for the 'reversed' poison to do its trick, the plastic bag hanging on a stand just behind him. in front of them, there's a boy.
kavinsky's playing on his phone, but he notices it when the older man wakes up. the light from the small flatscreen limns kavinsky's features in blue light. the tattoos across his fingers are new.] Hey, [he says.] Your ex narced you out. You're fuckin' famous, man. You can't trust bitches. You should know that.
tw torture begins!! also kavinsky used the b-word :( lmk if this needs editing guys
he keeps thinking sylar's going to wake up again. or jesse will open his mouth and the next words out will be in the wrong voice, sylar's voice, because he killed a shifter, maybe, or somebody who can move the very bones of reality like billy can, the glow of his power will be red, and kavinsky shouldn't have revealed the secret weaknesses of his abilities after all and the ouroboros of his mistakes and wrongly laid trust closes in around him just in time for
nah none of this happens.
what actually happens is they get sylar in the van and drive. kavinsky behind the wheel, jesse focusing his power on the body in the back, sticking him with a hypo full of tranquilizers while they have him out and depowered. it's not a long drive if you like driving, an hour to put them outside of maurtia falls and then a couple more to wind out into the trees and the hills.
by the time sylar comes to, he's in a basement, a very atmospheric yellow lightbulb swinging from the ceiling. he's cuffed and collared to a sturdy metal chair. there's a slender iv tube wrapped around the heavy strap of leather on his neck, to go with the needle taped on his arm. the contents of the tube are red. jesse's blood. the dampening effect of his 'reversed' nullification is still there, but pulled back just enough for the 'reversed' poison to do its trick, the plastic bag hanging on a stand just behind him. in front of them, there's a boy.
kavinsky's playing on his phone, but he notices it when the older man wakes up. the light from the small flatscreen limns kavinsky's features in blue light. the tattoos across his fingers are new.] Hey, [he says.] Your ex narced you out. You're fuckin' famous, man. You can't trust bitches. You should know that.