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Part 2

He was instantly swallowed by darkness. It felt like a sauna; like something significant burned deep within, for the air was claustrophobic and alive. Memories shifted and changed shape; they danced and swirled like smoke caught in a sunbeam. He tried to catch them in his inquisitive hands but they slipped through his fingers, his furious snatches relentless. He needed to catch them. He needed to know. Faint voices spoke from every direction, male and female, only occasionally obscured by a rumble of thunder, a scream, a laugh, a harsh death chant. Glimpses of fire, smiling faces, a tall blue box all danced past. But there was nothing concrete. Nothing to distinguish this man as special. No flashes of brilliance. Frustrated, he dove in further, eager and hungry, clambering over the millions of insignificant smiles and powerless fools who resided as ghosts there.

Soon he reached the cloudiest depths of the Doctor's mind. Here it was cooler, silent and still. Nothing stirred. He moved more cautiously this time, past closed door after closed door. His booted feet sounded muffled as he walked. There was nothing of interest in this blank corridor; he had to open one of the doors. His fingers curled around a handle. It was ice cold. His whole body tingled as he slowly pressed down. The handle stopped, teasing, at its lowest point. The silence pounded out a beat. He held his breath and wrenched the door open-

"BOO!"

Sylar was thrown violently out of the Doctor's mind and stumbled heavily as he returned to the dark alleyway that was his reality. He looked up to see the Doctor facing him, demeanour completely changed. His face was stormy and his posture aggressive. For a fleeting moment Sylar saw fire and a dying planet flash in the Doctor's eyes. And then the image was gone.

"Stay out of my head." The Doctor snarled.

"No." Sylar mimicked the Doctor's stance. Two beasts in the bull ring.

Suddenly his index and middle fingers flicked, sending the Doctor into the air and slamming him into the solid brick wall of the alley. The Doctor hung there as if held by an invisible force, his feet dangling like a rag doll's a few feet above the ground.

Sylar sauntered closer to him, imposing his dark shadow over the Doctor. "Don't do that again." He smirked. "I don't like surprises. They make me hurt people who I might want to save for dessert. Is that understood Doctor?"

The Doctor looked at Sylar curiously. "A sense of humour? That makes a change. Normally, world domination gets in the way. They all get so serious. The bad guys, I mean. It would be less embarrassing for them when I stop them to be able to laugh it off over a pint down the pub. By the way, how did I get up here? You're a human! You're sending things flying! You can't just wave your finger and wahey! Not yet anyway. You've got to give the world a chance to catch up a bit."

Sylar, once again, ignored him. "Why aren't you scared?"

"Maybe I'm special just like you."

Sylar deliberated this for a second before flicking his fingers again and sending the Doctor dropping to the ground.

"You think I'm special?" his eyes had glazed over.

The Doctor stumbled to his feet, holding a hand to his head. "Ow… I'd say telekinesis and telepathy is pretty special. Wouldn't you?"

"I can be so much more than that though. If I had every power… I must show you something Doctor. I'll take your brain later."

And without so much as a preparatory warning, Sylar grabbed the Doctor around the waist and shot into the sky. The Doctor yelped as they took off. He hadn't been expecting that.


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