mynameissylar (mynameissylar) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-08-10 15:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | claire bennet, sylar |
Who: Sylar, Claire Bennet
What: A now-amnesiac Sylar finds Claire
Where: A local gym
When: Early afternoon
Rating: Might be R, depending on language
Status: Complete
There she was. At least, he was pretty sure it was her. Claire Bennet. He pulled the picture out again, and gave it a look. Although her face was somewhat obscured in the drawing (as it would, considering the picture depicted her locking lips with him), he felt confident this was the same girl in the drawing. Even without the drawing, he felt a slight tinge of...familiarity whenever he looked at her - although he had no idea why.
The lady called Narcissa had told him Claire would be here - at this gym, at this time - and had proceeded to give him directions. He wasn't sure how Narcissa had known this, nor had he bothered to ask. Although he somehow knew that Narcissa was an ally of his (one of the few memories he still had), he wasn't sure what kind of ally. And when he talked to her, he could tell that she was slightly annoyed with him, and not in any mood to give any more information than that she offered herself. Had he done something to make her mad before losing his memory? He couldn't know. And if Narcissa was unable to even tell him how he had lost his memory, he doubted she would be forthcoming with that information, either.
Still, she had told him to come here, and she had been right. The Bennet girl was here, practicing gymnastics routines, from the look of it. He hung back, watching her from a slight distance, and from behind a piece of gym equipment. Thankfully, the building was almost completely empty, so he didn't seem to be raising any suspicion. He knew he had to find this girl, as if from instinct, but he still wasn't sure why. Obviously it must have something to do with this picture, but even in his current state he was smart enough to know it's not a good idea to approach a teenage girl and say "hey, I have a picture of us kissing. What do you think it means?" He wasn't even sure if this Claire knew him, and for the moment he figured it would probably be best to stay back and try to think of a way to approach her.
Except, he wasn't really given the opportunity to. He watched as she jumped up onto a balancing beam and seemed to land awkwardly, only keeping her balance for a couple shaky seconds before suddenly slipping and falling towards the ground.
"No!" He shouted out and instinctively reached towards her, even though he was nowhere near close enough to grab her. And yet...it wasn't possible. He blinked, keeping his eyes shut for a few seconds before opening them back up. But the image remained the same. Claire hovered, in midair, just a couple inches above the ground. The look on her face suggested she was as surprised as he was. But he also realized that when he had reached out towards her, he had felt...something. Some sort of surge of energy through his body. Had he somehow done that?
As if to answer his own question, he wondered why she still hadn't touched the ground, and just like that she suddenly did, harmlessly falling those last couple inches. Forgetting his intention to keep back, he rushed up to her side.
"Are you all right??"