Hello there to all of you who enjoyed this trip with me so far. I just wanted to give a short statement just in case this wasn´t clear. The youtube video these shorties are based on is not from me. I just shamelessly stole the idea for my own personal gains. Yeah, I admit it. Just because some reviews sounded as if you guys congratulated ME to this video. So thanks but it´s not mine. If I misunderstood the reviews feel free to ignore this statement.
Thanks for the reviews. And now let´s go on.
The Therapy
"What is this?" Sylar asked while reluctantly following Mohinder out of the elevator and down the hall. They reached a door. The sign on it read: Dr. Armweak – Psychologist. "Why do you bring me to a therapist?" Sylar cried. "He can´t help me."
"I´m not bringing you to him for therapy." Mohinder said and opened the door.
"Then why the heck are we here? There´s a show on TV that I wanted to watch."
"This … is the marriage counsellor of the President." Mohinder explained. "Today he has his weekly appointment. You will impersonate the therapist and when the President comes in for his session, you´ll shake his hand and then …"
"I see." Sylar understood at last. Now he regretted it less that he missed his favourite show. "All right." he said rubbing his hands. "When do we meet him?"
"Dr. Armweak will be there for you soon." a secretary told them. The thin little man stood in the door and looked out to them, a little irritated. "Are you two here for the couple therapy?"
For a moment the two of them were just baffled. But then Sylar´s face turned dark and he made a step for the secretary.
"Is this guy talking about what I think he is?" he asked. Mohinder had to hold him back, before he could raise his hands to throw the poor guy out of the window.
"It´s all right." he said. "Just stay calm." To the startled secretary he explained. "The therapy is for him. I´m just here for mental support. He has problems with his girlfriend, you see."
"I don´t have problems with my girlfriend." Sylar cried, yanking his arm away.
"You see." Mohinder kept talking to the secretary. "He´s in denial. I told him he needs counselling for over a year now."
"I see." the secretary said and skipped back a little at Sylar´s angry glare. "You were right to bring him here. Dr. Armweak is very good at these things. He´ll be here soon." and with that he hurried out of the room, being more than grateful that his shift was over and that someone else would have to handle these two crazies in there.
"Are you trying to sabotage my plans on purpose?" Mohinder snapped when they were alone.
"This guy was implying …"
"I know what he thought." Mohinder silenced his instable associate. "What do you care? If my plan works, we can get him fired."
Sylar just grumbled and turned his back on Mohinder. Sometimes he was so fed up with the scientist´s plans.
"Come on now." Mohinder said. "In a few minutes you´ll shake the hand of the therapist and in an hour or so, you´ll shake the hand of the President. And then you´ll be President. What else can you ask for?"
"All right, all right." Sylar growled. "I´ve got it. No killing of stupid and annoying little secretaries. Noted."
He crossed his arms and looked around the room. He really was in a bad mood and it was better to calm down before this therapist came in. So he let his gaze wander over the furnitures, the cushion seats, the tables with ridiculously many decoration, the pictures on the walls. Man there really was a lot of stuff in this one room.
There was a watch hanging next to a big picture. It was running two minutes fast. Sylar tried to ignore it but the ticking started to hammer inside his head. At last he couldn´t stand it any longer. He walked over to it and opened the glass to set the damn thing right.
"What are you doing?" Mohinder hissed.
"It´s running fast." Sylar said.
"That doesn´t concern us." He tried to ease Sylar´s arm down and away from the clock but the killer avoided his hand.
"It´s getting on my nerves." he snapped and finished the correction of the clock. When it was done, he shut the glass again. The instant the little lock snapped shut, the picture hanging next to the watch fell out of its frame. Mohinder flinched and managed it to catch it just in time.
"See?" he said. "That´s what you get from messing around."
He tried to shove the picture back into the frame.
Sylar stepped back to get out of the scientist´s way and bumped into one of the two tables that were placed at each side of the cusion seats. The table tumbled over and the ridiculously many decorative objects went down to the ground with a clattering noise.
Mohinder, startled by that sound, flinched backwards and collided with the second table, sending its contents to the ground as well.
"What are you doing?" Sylar cried.
"What are you doing?" Mohinder cried back and after a scowl at each other they went down to collect the mess each of them had created.
"I just don´t believe it." Mohinder grumbled, rearranging the contents of the table. Pictures, candles, even some glas figurines, which were fortunately not broken.
"Right." Sylar agreed. "Why does this therapist have so much useless stuff standing around here?"
"That´s not what I mean. You´re the most feared serial killer of all time but sometimes you are clumsy as hell."
"Look at yourself." Sylar replied throwing a glance at the table Mohinder had knocked over.
After the tables were standing again, more or less rearranged, Mohinder grabbed Sylar´s elbow, to drag him away from the wall, before he could knock over something else. He managed one step before he noticed that something was between his feet. One glance down, confirmed his guess. A cable, running from a floor lamp to the socket.
He shook his foot, trying to get free of that cable, but the lamp obviously didn´t agree with his efforts. It came down like a falling tree, hitting a totally unprepared Sylar into his back. The killer raised his arms to defend himself against this aggressive furniture, and the lamp flew away from him, against the bookshelf.
Sylar stumbled back, to avoid the flood of books, magazines and folders, that came his way now.
He bumped into Mohinder and the scientist fell, onto the coffee-table. The wood gave in under his weight and the coffee-table transformed into a catapult, sending it´s contents flying around the room.
In his try to get up again, Mohinder´s foot hit the leg of the small table and knocked it over a second time. It hit Sylar in the back of his knee, just as he´d attempted to help Mohinder up. Now he fell, and landed right on him. Mohinder pushed him away instantly, only to get dragged along when his scarf got stuck in the zipper of Sylar´s coat.
The two of them struggled to get apart again, not noticing that the door was opened just a creak. The young secretary who peeked in, froze in shock. She´d just started her shift when she´d heard some strange sounds. Now that she saw the mess in there and the two struggling men, she closed the door again and hurried over to the phone, dialing 911.
"Hello. I´m calling from the office of Dr. Armweak in Manhattan." she whispered into the phone. "There is a creepy looking white guy and an equally creepy looking Indian guy struggling in our waiting room. Please send some help. They dismantle the whole furniture."
In the waiting room the two creepy looking men had finally managed it to get apart. Sylar tried his best to get up. Only this time it were his feet, that got entangled in the cable of the lamp. It came down on him once again, as if it was in love with him.
Again he raised his hand to avoid being knocked out. The result was an electric bolt, shooting from his hand. It hit the picture, Mohinder had tried to save when all this had started. Now it was burning, almost peacefully in its frame.
"What are you doing?" Mohinder cried and hit Sylar´s hand down.
"I didn´t do that on purpose." the killer defended himself and put the fire out, simply by freezing the picture.
For a moment it just hung there, before it finally fell down, to shatter into a million pieces.
"Great." Mohinder commented, glancing around. By now the room looked as if a hurricane had rushed through it.
Sylar followed the doctor´s gaze. He raised both brows. "You think anyone will notice that?"
Mohinder grimaced at him and tried to get back to his feet. Sylar noticed the dangerous cable between the doctor´s feet and called for him to be careful. He lifted the cable to get it out of the way but Mohinder, still completely disoriented, lost his balance and stumbled over it. His hand reached out blindly and grabbed the first thing that came his way – the curtains on the window. Of course he ripped them off on his way down. The cornice followed and a moment later, Mohinder was covered with light bleu cloth.
"My god, is this never gonna end?" Sylar exclaimed and made his way over to the scientist. "Honestly this is the most dangerous waiting room I´ve ever seen. Wait, I´ve got this."
He started to free Mohinder from the curtains … or at least tried to. Somehow the doctor had managed it to wind the curtain around himself, almost strangling himself with it.
"Don´t pull." he croaked when Sylar tried to do just that.
"I´m sorry." Sylar cried, slowly loosing his patience. Couldn´t he do anything right today? He didn´t even want to come here in the first place. "Don´t be such a baby." he grumbled and pulled on the curtain again.
"You strangle me." Mohinder brought out. "Stop that for gods sahhhh…"
"Oh, for cry out loud, do it yourself then." Sylar let go of the curtain.
Just in that moment the door got busted and Bennet jumped in, gun drawn and ready to fire. He immediately shot and tasered Sylar, when he saw him standing over the doctor, ready to attack. On his way to the ground, Sylar knocked over the only table, that had survived the massaker so far. The one he´d put back up earlier.
"The doctor." Bennet ordered, and a moment later two quick hands had freed Mohinder from the curtain. He could breath again.
"Don´t worry, doctor." the dark agent said. "We have him. Are you all right?"
"Uhm … Sure." Mohinder stood up massaging his throat. "Yeah, I´m fine."
"You´re damn lucky." Bennet commented. "The way it looks in here, we came just in time."