Chapter 4: Game

The next day Sylar and Siobhan continued toward his father's house, albeit in a very roundabout way. After figuring out that their pursuers were using highway-based facial recognition technology to track him, he wanted to avoid civilization as much as possible. That meant taking a lot of rural routes.

Siobhan was feeling pretty rural in her new outfit. After he realized that the jeans he had picked up for her were about five inches too long, Sylar used his ability to cut them off…at the hips. When she questioned their practicality in the near-freezing weather, Sylar replied that he liked the way her ass looked in them. But he was kind enough to toss her a hoodie.

A few hours into their trip, Sylar pulled into a secluded rest stop so that Siobhan could use the bathroom. Unfortunately there were some truckers present, and she had to endure a couple cat-calls as she made the short walk from the parking area to the facilities. Siobhan lingered in the bathroom, hoping that they would leave before she emerged. Her strategy paid off—when she came out a few minutes later, they were gone. But so was Sylar. Their car was still there, but he was no longer in it.

Siobhan walked up to the car to confirm that it was empty, and then leaned against the passenger door waiting for him to return. She waited for a long time before she began to get nervous. She walked back to the restrooms, opened the men's room door and called for him, but there was no answer. She then looked behind the facilities toward the thick wooded area. "Sylar?" she called out loudly, but was met again with silence. She took a deep breath and walked into the forest.

The trees were so tall and dense that within a few feet of entering the forest, the sunlight dimmed dramatically. Siobhan cautiously walked through the woods, calling Sylar's name every few moments. The deeper she went, the darker and colder it became. She began to shiver, from both the lower temperature and the horrific fear that was rising inside her. She was worried about what may be lurking in the woods, and she was even more afraid that Sylar had abandoned her again.

Siobhan heard a noise that startled her; she looked for its source but saw nothing. She called for Sylar again—still, no answer. She took a couple more steps before Sylar stepped out from behind a tree and into her path. Siobhan shrieked before she could stop herself.

Gasping for air, Siobhan froze as Sylar slowly made his way toward her. She saw something more predatory than usual in his eyes. It was like he was radiating murder.

Sylar said in a low voice, "You should trust your instincts, Siobhan," as if he were reading her mind. Siobhan's heart sank further, and she found that she could not recover enough to save herself. All she could do was stand and wait.

"You know I am a killer. You know that I kill people like you. You know and have always known that I will kill you too, and yet here you remain," Sylar said as he circled her. When he was facing her again, he put his hand under her chin to make her look him in the eye. "Your complete lack of sense of self-preservation is truly remarkable." Overwhelmed with fear and anguish, Siobhan still couldn't speak or move.

Sylar dropped his hand. "Well, I myself like to keep things interesting, so I'll give you a running start." Siobhan felt confusion momentarily intrude on her terror. "What?" she said, as if she hadn't heard him.

Sylar looked her dead in the eye so that there would be no mistake this time. "Run," he said, matter-of-factly.

Siobhan stumbled backwards before she turned and ran like she had been told. She ran as fast as she could through the woods, and kept moving when she fell or ran into a tree—even though she believed with every fiber of her being that flight was futile.

She stopped to catch her breath and hid behind a tree for a minute. She realized that there was no noise in the woods, which meant the predator was near, and she weighed the options of staying put or taking off again. She counted to three—twice—in her head, before she sprinted from her hiding place. Siobhan was immediately knocked to the ground by a force that seemed to come out of nowhere. Sylar had tackled her.

Siobhan struggled to get away from him, but he pinned her down with his body weight and held her hands apart. Bringing his face next to hers, Sylar said, "You've got to try better than that, Siobhan."

Siobhan started to scream. Calmly, Sylar put both of her wrists in one of his hands and pinned them above her head, before using his other hand to cover her mouth. "Shhhhh, Siobhan, it would be better if we didn't attract any attention. Less bloodshed that way." She tried to scream through his hand, which seemed to amuse him. Then she started crying.

"Again with the tears." Sylar smirked and continued, "You've made this so easy for me, Siobhan. You've come with me willingly. You've even spread your legs for me. And now you don't even try to fight me when I am going to kill you."

Suddenly, Sylar let go of her wrists and mouth, although he remained on top of her. "Let's see what you can do. Go ahead, give it your best shot."

Siobhan began writhing beneath him and attempted to push him off of her. Sylar laughed in her face. "Is that all you've got? You aren't going to use your ability on me?" Siobhan paused for a second but then continued to push and hit him. "Get off of me!" she yelled.

Sylar became serious. "You're weak. Use your ability on me, Siobhan."

"No!"

"Use your ability on me!" he screamed.

"No!" Siobhan screamed back.

"Why won't you use your ability on me?!"

"Because I don't want to kill you!"

Sylar paused, looking contemplative. Siobhan took the opportunity to scramble away from him, but he tackled her again before she could get on her feet. This time she landed face down in the dirt. Again, Sylar pinned her with his body weight. She could feel his breath on her ear as he said, "Your unwillingness to put your own life before mine fascinates me. I am not sure whether to interpret that as submission or rebellion." He kissed her lightly on the neck as she trembled beneath him.

Siobhan felt his hands move down her body, stopping to unbutton her shorts. He pulled those off quickly and her panties as well. She heard him unzip his own jeans behind her. Then he was on top of her again.

"Either way, it is clear that you get off on your own fear," he said, positioning his cock outside her cunt, "Since you're already wet." Sylar then whispered in her ear, "I get off on it too."

Sylar rammed his cock into Siobhan with such force that she cried out involuntarily. He grabbed her hair and pulled as he continued his hard, frenzied thrusts. Siobhan gasped under the force of his attack, feeling both pain and excitement. She reached down to rub her clit and came instantaneously. Sylar kissed the side of her face and neck passionately before whispering, "You're such a dirty little fuck."

Sylar leaned back into a kneeling position, bringing her with him so that he was still inside of her. Siobhan flipped around so they were facing and impaled herself on him repeatedly. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him hard, pushing her tongue into him. Sylar reciprocated as he reached down to stroke her clit in quick, circular motions. She moaned loudly as she grinded against him, coming again.

Cupping her ass with one hand and holding her torso against his with the other, Sylar stood up and pushed Siobhan up against a tree. He continued to ram into her aggressively as she wrapped her legs around him. He shoved his hand up her shirt and gave one of her nipples a hard pinch. "Do you like a little pain, Siobhan?" he murmured, when her breathing sped up considerably. Siobhan locked her eyes on his but didn't answer.

Sylar smirked and steadied her as sped up his thrusts, nearing his own climax. He pushed his face against her neck as he came, spasming inside of her. The sensation of his release ripped through her body. When he was finished, Sylar rested a few moments and then nipped Siobhan's throat softly, before setting her down on her feet.