Chapter Five
"In Our Hour Of Need"
Mohinder Suresh - Goverment Holding Facility, Outskirts of New York
Mohinder was alone in a dark corridor, lit only by the dim green light from various electronic card readers. This corridor much resembled the one he was in before, except it was much longer. Probably underground, Mohinder thought.
The cells he passed as he made his way through the deserted hallways all seemed to be empty. What was going on? Whatever it was, it was bad.
Just as horrible thoughts began to cross his mind, Mohinder heard someone shout in the distance. Breaking into a run, Mohinder found a staircase - according to the wall chart he was on basement level one, he could go up, or down. Another shout was heard and the sound of gunfire somewhere below.
"Moira..." Mohinder muttered to himself before making his mind and running down, taking 6 steps at a time.
He reached the bottom floor, basment level 3 and the sounds were louder than ever, except now he could also hear an eerie whistling sound.
Bursting into a new corridor, Mohinder saw at the far end a body flying through the air at tremendous speed, illuminated by a moment of gunfire before the darkness reformed followed by a sickening crunch of bone.
Frozen where he stood. Mohinder stood and stared at the spot he'd seen the body fly into, waiting for it to be illuminated once more.
No more gunshots came, just the eerie whistle getting louder and slow footsteps coming closer to where he was standing.
Suddenly illuminated by a sparking card reader, Mohinder saw the figure of a man coming towards him.
"S-Sylar?" Mohinder called, his attempt at defiant bravery faling apart the moment he tried to speak.
Mohinder was suddenly blown backwards against the wall in a whirl of sound.
"Wrong." came an unfamilar voice. "But who're you?... You're not guard." he asked in a voice that made the hairs stand up on the back of MOhinder's neck.
"I'm like you - special, we need to get out of here" Mohinder implored, struggling to breathe somewhat from the force he was being pinned down with.
"Eamon" said the man, now within arms reach of Mohinder, as he fell to his feet.
"Mohinder" he replied, relieved. "I need to find my friend - a woman-"
"Blonde girl? They took her." Eamon interrupted.
"Claire!?" Mohinder thought aloud "What about a ginger woman?"
"Saw her run out a while back" he said
At that Mohinder turned around and ran for the stairs, Eamon following. At the top of the stairs they were met by 6-7 armed guards, but before they could even point their guns, Eamon threw them off their feet, crushing them against the walls and ceiling.
"You didn't have to kill them!" Mohinder shouted, horrified, but still running for what he hoped was the exit.
"Trust me - what they've done to me, they deserve it" was the unwelcome reply.
They burst through large double doors into blazing sunlight.
A car screeched to a halt on the road in front of them, as Monica stuck her head out of the window and shouted "Get in!"
They climbed in the back seat next to Moira, with Monica and Micah in the front just in time to see Nathan on the roof take off with Claire, apparently unconcious over his shoulder.
To Be Continued...
"In Our Hour Of Need"
Mohinder Suresh - Goverment Holding Facility, Outskirts of New York
Mohinder was alone in a dark corridor, lit only by the dim green light from various electronic card readers. This corridor much resembled the one he was in before, except it was much longer. Probably underground, Mohinder thought.
The cells he passed as he made his way through the deserted hallways all seemed to be empty. What was going on? Whatever it was, it was bad.
Just as horrible thoughts began to cross his mind, Mohinder heard someone shout in the distance. Breaking into a run, Mohinder found a staircase - according to the wall chart he was on basement level one, he could go up, or down. Another shout was heard and the sound of gunfire somewhere below.
"Moira..." Mohinder muttered to himself before making his mind and running down, taking 6 steps at a time.
He reached the bottom floor, basment level 3 and the sounds were louder than ever, except now he could also hear an eerie whistling sound.
Bursting into a new corridor, Mohinder saw at the far end a body flying through the air at tremendous speed, illuminated by a moment of gunfire before the darkness reformed followed by a sickening crunch of bone.
Frozen where he stood. Mohinder stood and stared at the spot he'd seen the body fly into, waiting for it to be illuminated once more.
No more gunshots came, just the eerie whistle getting louder and slow footsteps coming closer to where he was standing.
Suddenly illuminated by a sparking card reader, Mohinder saw the figure of a man coming towards him.
"S-Sylar?" Mohinder called, his attempt at defiant bravery faling apart the moment he tried to speak.
Mohinder was suddenly blown backwards against the wall in a whirl of sound.
"Wrong." came an unfamilar voice. "But who're you?... You're not guard." he asked in a voice that made the hairs stand up on the back of MOhinder's neck.
"I'm like you - special, we need to get out of here" Mohinder implored, struggling to breathe somewhat from the force he was being pinned down with.
"Eamon" said the man, now within arms reach of Mohinder, as he fell to his feet.
"Mohinder" he replied, relieved. "I need to find my friend - a woman-"
"Blonde girl? They took her." Eamon interrupted.
"Claire!?" Mohinder thought aloud "What about a ginger woman?"
"Saw her run out a while back" he said
At that Mohinder turned around and ran for the stairs, Eamon following. At the top of the stairs they were met by 6-7 armed guards, but before they could even point their guns, Eamon threw them off their feet, crushing them against the walls and ceiling.
"You didn't have to kill them!" Mohinder shouted, horrified, but still running for what he hoped was the exit.
"Trust me - what they've done to me, they deserve it" was the unwelcome reply.
They burst through large double doors into blazing sunlight.
A car screeched to a halt on the road in front of them, as Monica stuck her head out of the window and shouted "Get in!"
They climbed in the back seat next to Moira, with Monica and Micah in the front just in time to see Nathan on the roof take off with Claire, apparently unconcious over his shoulder.
To Be Continued...