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Angela re-applied her lipstick and opened up her purse. She placed it back in it's appropriate pocket and waited. Sylar and Claire had been their prisoners for ten days. And had been having sex for eight. Sylar was addicted to her granddaughter, just as it should be.
And Claire, she was just as captivated with him. Just as it should be. Angela was certain Claire was carrying Sylar's child, and this would finalize their attachment. The light and the dark, the union, the continuation of their species. She had dreamed it and now she had made sure it would all be realized.
They would be escaping soon and she only hoped she would live though it. But if she didn't, that was just the price she'd have to pay, she rationalized with a grim smile.
Noah rolled his eyes at Danko as they brought in their latest capture. A kid, no more than 16 with the power of electricity. Like Elle's only he wasn't as controlled.
Danko smirked as he watched the techs attach all the tubes. If it were up to him all these freaks would be burned, just like the witches they were. But that damn Pettrelli, he had the ear of the President and in their liberal sensibilities decided none would be 'eliminated'. What bullshit! But at least he could keep them drugged until administrations changed, as they always did.
"You really get off on all this, don't you, Danko?" Noah Bennett sneered.
"If you were any kind of patriot you would too, Bennett. All this," he waved his hand over the dozens of tables, "this is all a threat to the American way of life. They think they are so special, and if they were allowed to run free, to just be out among us, what do you think they would do? What have they already done?"
"Most of them are harmless, Danko. Just living lives. We have always bagged and tagged the dangerous ones. That's all we should be doing." Noah argued.
"Well, Senator Petrelli doesn't agree with you. So talk to him. Me? I'm glad to be a part of history." With that, he walked out the door.
Noah shook his head. He looked up to see Angela Petrelli staring at him. She gave him a small nod and turned.
Sylar and Claire finished their dinner and pushed the trays aside. He pulled her into his arms and bent down to her place his mouth by her ear.
"Stay behind me. Let me do what I have to." He demanded.
She sighed. "I'm indestructible, remember?"
"But maybe the baby isn't. I know it's early, but…" He shrugged.
Claire pulled away and looked up at him. "You care? You want this baby, if there really is one?"
Sylar shrugged again. "Yeah, I think I could do a hell of a better job than my parents or Nathan."
"Not hard." She smiled up at him. "But I have a feeling you'd be a great dad."
"Well, maybe not great, but good enough." He kissed her forehead. "You ready?"
She took a deep breath. "As I'll ever be."
Sylar nodded and pushed her behind him. He raised his hand and the door was easily off it's hinges slamming into the wall behind.
"Cool." Claire whispered.
"Come on, we still gotta get up top." He grabbed her hand, keeping her behind him.
Several guards came barreling out of an office at the end of the hallway. Sylar easily dispensed them, breaking bones and whisking guns from their hands with a swipe of his hand.
The elevator door opened, allowing another onslaught of armed men to emerge. Sylar laughed as he took care of them, as well.
"Fish in a barrel." He cracked.
Claire looked straight at his back, not wanting to see the carnage that lay before them. Sylar was in his element, she knew that, but she also knew that this was necessary. She wanted out, she wanted her baby and she wanted him. So, she officially merged into the grey area of morality. And she thought, I'm fine with that, after all, it runs in my family.
He pulled her into the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. Using his telekinetic ability, he closed all the vents in case Danko decided to use gas.
"Once the doors open, stay behind me. No matter what you hear, stay behind me." He ordered. When she didn't answer, he snapped.
"God damn it, Claire! Did you hear me?"
"Yes, stay behind you. I will." She choked out.
As soon as the elevator door opened, Sylar raised his hand repelling bullets and tasers, sending them right back at the soldiers who shot them. He chuckled at their stupidity.
Angela and Nathan, along with Danko, stood in the hallway before them. Sylar quickly kept them in place, not allowing any of them to move, an evil grin gracing his features. He waved his other hand and melted the locks on all the closed doors keeping every other person locked up.
He saw Noah banging on a window, yelling at Claire, and smirked. "Seems daddy wasn't aware you were here. Hmm, I'm so not surprised."
"Let her go, Sylar. She doesn't belong to you, you'll only get her killed." Nathan reasoned.
"Are you fucking kidding me? I'm the psychotic and you're the one who locked her up with me. You actually think I'll give her to you? Besides, you'll be too dead to take care of her, as if you would even know how." He bellowed.
"You have something I want, Petrelli." Sylar smirked.
Claire laid a hand on his shoulder. "Sylar, please, don't kill him. Please."
"After what he did, you still want me to let him live?" He looked down at her.
"Please?" She begged. Claire hated Nathan even more than she had ever hated Sylar, but she couldn't let him kill her father.
Sylar took in a deep breath. "Fine, okay!" He snapped.
He compelled Nathan to move over to him. He placed one hand at the base of his neck and the other on his forehead, focusing in on his power until he felt the power, until he found it. He smiled.
"Got it!" Sylar looked over at Angela, an evil sneer.
"No Sylar, you don't want her ability." Claire looked over at her grandmother with disdain.
He rolled his eyes and shrugged. He supposed he didn't need his sleep disrupted anymore considering the time he spent fucking Claire.
"You just used your get out of jail free cards, courtesy of Claire. But it's a one time deal and it won't be offered again. Try and come after us, and your head is forfeit." He narrowed his eyes at both Angela and Nathan.
"Thank you, Sylar." Claire whispered.
"Fine, but Danko's mine. Don't try and stop me Claire." He warned.
"I won't." She turned to face Nathan and Angela as Sylar took care of Danko.
"You'd let him kill a man?" Nathan was incredulous.
"Jesus, Nathan, are you serious? After what he's done to us?" Claire shook her head and looked over at her grandmother, who was subtly looking towards a door to the left.
"You are unbelievable, really, Nathan. I can't believe your DNA runs through my body." Claire had made her way to the door that was slightly ajar.
"Don't go in there, Claire." Nathan called out.
Claire cringed as she heard Danko scream, she fought the urge to look over at what Sylar was doing to him, so instead she entered the room.