Two betrayals and a call
Betrayal tasted like blood. Blood was in his mouth, his nose, his ears and covering his entire body. Even with all his healing powers active, Sylar felt like hell when he crawled out of the construction site. No wonder, when he had nearly been crushed by some machine, which looked like a big mixer, whatever it was used for.
He had no idea how he got out of it alive, but he knew very well how he had gotten into it. Bennett was clever; he had to give it to him. Their target this time had been a special who could paralyze people and their abilities for several minutes. They caught him easily enough, but the one minute Sylar had been occupied concealing the traces of their fight with telekinesis gave Noah the chance to force the captive to use his power on Sylar. Noah had been rather gleeful when he hit Sylar hard on the head and shoved him over the edge, into the machine.
He should have been dead by all physical laws and his shattered memories didn't give any clues about how the hell he had escaped. All he remembered was blinding pain and every fiber in his body still hurt. Still, somehow Bennett's actions were more painful, even though he knew it was silly for him to feel this way. After all it wasn't the first time that his partner had tried to kill him the last few days. It was not as if Noah did not have every cause to hate him. He had done terrible things to his family.
Nevertheless, he longed for Noah's approval or at least acceptance. He enjoyed the few times when they had actually worked like a team. Sylar sighed deeply as he stretched his aching limbs. Redemption was becoming difficult.
Betrayal tasted like an old wool shawl to Noah. He felt like a fool, lying captured on the floor next to Angela Petrelli, while Arthur was towering over them. Of all people to come back from the dead…At least he was getting some information by listening to the Petrellis talk while he waited to be brought down to Level 6.
"Arthur, you can't do that. The formula will change the world and not for the better."
"I know you think like that. That's why you tried to kill me, but this world will be a better one. Do you really think that you and this idiot could stop me? He can't even kill Gabriel, regardless of how many times he has tried. Nathan is already under my influence and my associates are out to capture sweet little Claire. There are not only the Level 5 escapees on my side, but much more…"
It was the traitor who brought him down to Level 6. He never thought that the Haitian would ever betray him. Obviously Angela Petrelli hadn't either. It hurt, even when he had no right to complain after what he had done to his partners. For the first time he had an idea how Claude must have felt on that bridge and his guilt was suddenly weighing significantly heavier than before.
He had earned Level 6, he knew that. But there was still Claire, he couldn't her let fall into the hands of this man. Not being able to help her was more torture than anything they could do to him at Level 6. In his cell, all he could think about was a way to warn her. Searching his pockets frantically for something helpful, he finally found what he was looking for, the newest communication device created by the Company and it was still working.
Fate was a bitch. The irony of the situation was not lost on him. The only person he could reach now was one who probably hated him most at the moment. Still it was worth a try.
"Sylar, can you hear me? Your dear daddy, Arthur Petrelli has taken down the Company. He has captured Angela and locked me in Level 6. I know I have no right to ask you for any favors, but Petrelli has sent his lackeys after Claire. I beg you to save her."
tbc