I coughed some, rolling over onto my front and getting on my elbows. I looked around and crawled over to Sylar, moving around a flaming steering wheel. "Come on. Wake up!" I whispered, shaking his shoulder. "regenerate already!" I growled, looking around frantically. Some exploded and I leaned over Sylar, making sure the debre didn't hit him. As I sat up straight, I saw Atticus with his hands in his pockets looking at me. I took one last look at Sylar, then stood, walking over him and over to Atticus.
"He's not going to be getting up for awhile." Atticus said, nodding over to Sylar in the ruble of the car that was over turned and on fire. "What the hell do you want?!" I asked, letting my eyes go yellow so I could better see in the dark. "Well, since your little boyfriend is out cold, I guess I can tell you." He said. "You see, I was captured by those government feds that have been after you. But, being as they couldn't hold me they decided to make a deal with me." I clenched my fists, not liking where this was going. "I am suppouse to capture the more dangerous bunch that they can't seem to do. At first it was just Sylar," I gritted my teeth and he smiled. "But now I have a deal for you." He said, taking a step closer.
"If you will come with me, I will act as if I never even saw Sylar." He said. I gave him a confused look. "Why? Sylar is by far more of a threat to anyone then me." He laughed, taking another step closer. "You act as if I'm going to hand you in. No. I want you for myself." I froze at that. "I've been following you guys for quite sometime, though I lost track once that company took ahold of you. I know what you're capable of." I took a step back, coming up with a plan. "What's you're power anyway?" I asked, changing the subject.
"Ah, I guess that is a bit of a mystery for you." He said, thinking about it. "Well, I call it Shadow control." he said. "I am able to move through the shadows at light speed, giving off the appearance as transporting." He said, now behind me." I flipped backwards, and landed on my feet, getting into a fighting position. "I am able to get a strand of shadow and control it." He reached his hand out and I saw a shadow rise up. "And I am able to create figures with them." He expanded his fingers and the shadow took shape of a human. He then dropped his hand and the thing fell back into the dark ground. I stood there thinking of a plan. "Well? What will it be? Him? Or you?" He asked, making me think of my dream.
"You? Or the boy?" Claire asked, pointing the gun to my son. To Sylar and my son.
I glared at him. "I think you're out of your mind." With that I ran at him, jumping and shifting into a black dragon. He ducked down as I swooped down and grabbed onto Sylar. As I did so, I felt something latch onto my wing. I cried out as it tore it. I looked over and saw four slash marks torn into my wing. I looked down and saw Atticus with his hand raised, a shadow raised with it.
I flew up high into the night sky, then evened out once I was in the clouds. The pain was excessive, but I made sure to keep going until I reached a safe point. I stayed air born until morning, finding a cliff top that was able to hide us both. As I came over it, I dropped Sylar as easily as I could. Then I shifted mid-air and fell, rolling and finally stopping on my back, breathing hard and bleeding. I laid there eyes closed, arms spread out with my side bleeding from the wound Atticus gave me.
A shadow came over me and I flinched, my eyes shooting open. I sighed some, putting my head back down. "Sorry, didn't meant to startle you." Sylar said and he hovered above me. I nodded some, wiping the blood from my mouth. "No problem." I said between breathes. When I noticed he stayed above me, I opened my eyes again to look at him. He was laying down to the side of me, arms on either side of my head as he just stared at me. "What?" I asked feeling a bit uncomfortable. He smiled some. "This isn't going to work out." He said, 'causing me to look at him confused. "What? Me saving you? Yeah, I agree. It's getting old now." I said and he just shook his head.
"I'm tired of playing pretend." He said, running his hand down the side of my face. "I can't act as if I feel nothing for you anymore." his brown eyes where a lot lighter in the sun as he looked down at me. "For the fact that you've been with me for so long, I know you feel the same for me as I do for you." I looked away at that. "Jinx, look at me." I sighed some, looking at him. "You can try and deny it as much as you want, but I know how you work. I know what makes you tick. And I just want to say, I won't hurt you like I did before." I just stared at him as he said this. "I can't trust you." I said, speaking my mind. "You may not trust me, but you like me." I grunted some at that. "I know it's true, and I can prove it." He said, now sounding determined. "Oh yeah? ho-" He kissed me before I even finished my sentence, getting down on his elbows.
I hesitated. I knew I should push him back, stop the kiss. Hell, I wanted to so I could prove him wrong. But I was incapable of such a feat. the momeant his lips touched mine I knew I was a victum to his lust. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing back with all that I had. He smiled, knowing he proved his point, but decided not to stop the kiss. Our mouths moved as one, the passion between us growing with each second.
He licked my lip, asking for entry and I decided to at least deny him that. He growled some into the kiss, making me smile. At that point, he flipped us around, 'causing me to gasp some as I landed on top of him. With that opportunity, he moved his tongue into my mouth.
Just like before, my mind went into over-drive as he did this, 'causing a light moan to escape me. being that now I lay on top of him, he ran his hands along my back, 'causing me to dip into him and kiss him harder. His tongue roamed my mouth, memorizing every aspect of it. I ran my hands through his long hair, enjoying the feel of how silky it felt. I also noticed how his whiskers rubbed against my face, and I couldn't help but like the feel of it.
He pulled back, giving me a couple of short, but sweet, kisses. I swallowed some, opening my eyes to look at him. He had one hand behind his head, whilst the other was running lightly along my spine. He also had on that stupid, sexy ass smile that came on his face whenever he was right. "That proved nothing." I said, causing him to laugh. "I'm just a angsty teenager with hormones." I said, trying to explain the way I felt for him could only be lust or raging hormones.
He moved a strand of hair behind my ear, putting his hand at the back of my neck. "We both know you are far beyond in you're years to be called a teenager at this point." He said. "And what you fail to relize is that, that, proves everything. 'Cause no matter what the situation," He pulled my head down to him, kissing me again. Unable to help myself, I kissed back. He broke the kiss, putting his forehead to mine. "You always kiss back." He whispered, his hot breath fanning over my face.
I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the feel of him holding me. It was hard to think of a reason to prove him wrong when he had me laying on top of him after he just basically proclaimed his love for me, which is weird by the way. I mean, hot shot serial killer Sylar just said he can't live without me. That's a idea that's hard to wrap around.
I dunno how long we stayed like this, but he stayed silent, letting my mind try and work things out. I opened my eyes to see him staring at me intently, searching for something. "Can we...Stay here for awhile? I don't think I can shift." I said. He sighed some, closing his eyes. "As you wish." He said, pulling me in for another kiss. It was short, but meant just the same as the others.
He put his head down and I shifted off of him. to his surprise, I wrapped my arm around him and laid my head on his chest. He put his arm around me and laid his hand on the sore spot. He lifted his hand when I winced, and looked at the blood on his hands. "What the hell happened?" He asked, anger in his voice. I closed my eyes and held onto him tighter, nuzzling my head into his chest. "I'll tell you later." I said. I knew when I told him what was with that guy, he would be angry and most likely wanting to go out and find him. For as long as this feeling would last, I just wanted to stay right here.
He sighed some, putting one hand on my arm that was acrosse his chest and the other ran along my spine. Something told me he didn't want to ruin the momeant either, being that this is what he wanted since he came back into my life. Is it just me or have things gone quite a bit floppy since then?