I stared at him with a slight smile as he glared at me. "Unbelievable! I get knocked out for two minutes and someone is already after you!" he growled standing and walking over to the window. I stayed silent, not having anything to say. "I need to see his power to know how it works, but from what you told me, it's not something to mess around with. " He turned to look at me and I looked at him. "Shadow control. Very useful, but I wouldn't be able to get close enough to get it." He said, his mind working. I looked around at the motel room, bored. We were now in Chicago, a reason Sylar hadn't told me yet.
"How's the cut?" He asked and I winced some, putting a hand on my side. "Fine." I lied. When I went to the bathroom, I just put a ton of wraps on it as so he wouldn't see the bleeding. Of course, I forgot about one of his new abilities. "Lair." He muttered walking over. I sighed some as he kneeled down and lifted my shirt up, stopping when he got to the cut. "Damn it Jinx!" He growled, standing and walking over to a suitcase, grabbing the first aid kit. I groaned.
"If you let it bleed out, then you'll pass out. Plus it could get infected. Do you have any idea how annoy that would be if that happened?" He asked as he set the kit on the ground as he kneeled in front of me. "Take off your shirt."
I looked down at him and he rolled his eyes. "Don't be such a baby." I sighed some, reluctantly pulling the shirt off. I looked down at saw the blood leaked through. "I knew I should have brought you to the hospital. Now your stuck with my handy work." He sighed some and pulled out a needle and thread. I inhaled some, getting ready for the pain.
He placed his hand on my thigh looking at the cut intently. "You said he used a shadow?" He asked. I nodded. "Interesting." He muttered, tilting his head. "What?" I asked. "Along the edges, here." He pointed his finger, running along the edge of the scar. "There is a faint trace of black. A shadow I'm guessing." There was that spark in his eye telling me he was figuring something out. He then turned his head up right, inhaling. "You have a lot of muscle. It's going to hurt more so because of it." He glanced up at me and I nodded.
I hissed as he poked the needle through, clenching onto the chair. "Breath in." He said. I did so and he poked the needle out of my skin, tightening the tread. After a couple of stitches, I felt something in my head. I pulled it off as pain, but it felt so odd.
"So, why are we here-anyway?" I asked, wincing some as he pulled through my skin again. "I believe there's a kid here with a useful ability." He said. "You think?" I asked. "I heard about it from someone and decided to cheek it out. That's normally how it works." he said, snipping the thread and getting up.
He walked into the bathroom and came back out with a wet washcloth. He kneeled back down in front of me and began getting the dried blood off. "Jinx, when was the last time you ate?" He asked, looking up at me. "I dunno." I said. He sighed some. "You know with your ability that's dangerous." I rolled my eyes.
As I did so I felt like something was engulfing the back of my brain. I closed my eyes tightly, hearing something. Laughter maybe? "Jinx!" I opened my eyes to see Sylar in front of me, hands on my shoulder. "What's wrong with you?" I shook my head, inhaling. "I…" I stood and held my head, tripping and falling on my hands on knees.
Laughter echoed throughout the room, cold and merciless. The room began to spin as darkness filled my vision. My body shook as coldness seeped into my blood. I felt my scar burn as I tried to stay awake.
I'll show you why what I'm capable off