Part IV: Oh no you took my sperm and made me fight? Prepare to die!
Bzzzzt. Bzzzzt. Sylar awoke from the vibration of the phone in his pocket. It was Sparrow.
"Ugh… hello?" said Sylar, as he slowly got to his feet.
"Sylar, are you ok?" asked the voice with a hint of concern.
"Yeah… I'm fine, not the first time someone managed to knock me out." But I very much prefer drugged chai thank you very much.
Sylar looked at his surroundings. It was a dimly lit circular enclosed space with what appeared to be extremely thick rock walls- a fine mix of natural and technological appearance. Ahead, Sylar could see a wide metal door.
"I'm trapped somewhere. There's a door up ahead. I guess that's my only option now."
"Do you remember anything before you went unconscious?"
"Yes, someone was there. Of course he didn't kill me since I'm here now. But he had said he'd been waiting a long time for this."
"Oh... no…" said Sparrow. Her voice contained fear.
"What's wrong?" asked Sylar, a little unease in his voice. Just then, a large screen slowly descended from a gap in the ceiling. "Hold on I'll talk to you after…"
"NO wait! Don't-," said Sparrow, but Sylar had hung up and cut her off.
Now standing fully erect, Sylar looked at the screen. Soon, it turned on and a middle aged man with glasses and unkempt hair appeared.
"Welcome, Mr. Gray. You're probably wondering where you are." It was the same voice that had spoken to Sylar before he had blacked out.
"I can assure you, you're still on this deserted island. Except, you're quite far underground I'm afraid. You're in my own… personal training grounds for my specimens; or at least a section of it."
"My name is Sylar! You're foolish if you think walls can detain me."
"Hahahahaha! Mr. Gray, you amuse me. I see your lips moving, but I'm afraid I cannot hear you. There are no devices implemented in your level designed to transmit sound back to me. I'm afraid all you can do is listen."
Sylar gave the man an angry scowl and continued to heed whatever the maniac had to say.
"I'm sure you know that there is a reason why you're still alive right now. You were unconscious; I could have killed you like a defenseless pup. But to me, you serve a far greater purpose in helping me control the world rather than trying to stop me, whom my daughter, Sparrow had needed your help for oh so earnestly. Hahaha…" said the evil doctor.
"!". She has some explaining to do…Sylar gave a shocked expression upon those last sentences.
"Hahahaha, you provide endless entertainment Mr. Gray. Your expressions, your frustration, your anger, it all amuses me so! I guess she did not tell you after all. But aah, yes, I had forgotten to introduce myself. I am Hohenheim, the father of your savior, Mr. Gray."
Sylar bit his lip with fists clenched and continued to scowl at the figure on the screen.
"I'll keep it short. I hate to waste time. I want to see you again as soon as possible. If you look ahead, you'll notice a metal door. It's an elevator that leads to the next floor. There are four floors including this one before you see me. You will engage one of my specimens on each floor. Obviously, if you want to advance, you will have to kill them. I'm also warning you right now, I'm aware of what you can do. Don't even think about it. I've implanted a bomb in each of my specimens. When their lungs no longer breathe, they'll trigger the internal bomb and thus disintegrate their body. I'd stay away from them if I were you heheheh…As an added bonus, your combat progress will be recorded by me. As you fight, your tactics, your choices, your every move- seen or heard, will all serve as a template for my training simulation program for my specimens. It all goes into creating the perfect fighting machine."
Sylar was amazed and horrified at the same time by the doctor's incredible ingenuity. He must be stopped; he cannot allow this man to use him like this.
"Oh, one last note Mr. Gray. You may want to hurry. I forgot to tell you; while you were unconscious I had delightfully taken a sample of your sperm. Aaah yes, I wonder what kind of ability I will get when I combine your DNA with the DNA of another."
There were no words to describe the fury and hatred that ran through Sylar's mind. This man had not only violated him, but had taken something that belonged to him and him only. And now, it was being used to service the evil doctor's deeds.
"Why you..." mumbled Sylar.
"Aah yes, he's growing quite fast. Hurry Mr. Gray! Show me what it means by Survival of the Fittest!" Evil laughter echoed the room as the large screen pulled back into the gap in the ceiling.
Sylar took out the phone and called Sparrow.
"…" Sparrow picked up, but she did not utter a word.
"…You have some explaining to do. You have a lot of things to tell me you little whore."
"…I'm sorry…" said Sparrow. She accepted the derogatory term Sylar gave her. "I didn't expect you to be captured." her voice was very shaky, it sounded like she was crying.
"It was already a surprise that this man turned out to be your father…This is your problem, not mine. But do you know what he did? Do you know what he took from me? He took something that belonged to me! And now he is using it to develop my child that I will have to kill."
"…" Sparrow was sobbing now.
"Tell me... What were the real reasons why you chose me besides being too cowardly to kill your own father?"
"I…" Sparrow could not utter a comprehendible word under her sobbing.
"Tell me now! Or do I have to tell you myself? I want to hear it! shouted Sylar.
"I needed someone capable of killing with no remorse. I-I…I needed someone who'd be able to kill my father or their own child without hesitating, without sorrow or guilt. I also had to find a person who could easily be forgotten. A person whom I would not feel guilt if he or she had died during the mission. I also had to look for someone whom no one cared about. When I found out about you, I knew you were the perfect person for the job…but I was wrong…"
From this, Sylar knew that Sparrow had already considered the possibility of him being captured and having sample of his sex cells being taken from him. However, it didn't stop her from stopping him. Perhaps worst of all, Sparrow had classified him as someone whom no one cared about. She truly thought that he was expendable.
"…You were wrong from the very beginning if you thought I did not have a conscience. You lied when you said you knew about me. You have no idea how I felt when this hunger overtook me. You know nothing. Maybe I'm not the evil one here… Good bye…"
Upon those last words, Sylar hung up the phone and crushed it with his hand into pieces. He then threw it on the ground and walked on towards the large metal door.