You always were the one to show me how

[gabriel_gray]

Who: Sylar, Peter and special guest star Jesse
When: 20th April
Where: Jesse's apartment?
Summary: Who wants to find out what happens when serial killers get unleashed? Not Jesse.
Warnings: Violence, attempted murder. Possible mentions of further violence, smut and murder. Blood, death, sex and killing. Fun times.

[ Pride.

That was the only meaning behind his choice. Jesse hadn't done anything to merit the chase, the hunt. He wasn't the kind of victim that Sylar would have chosen otherwise--at least, not with Peter alongside him. More than once he'd threatened death and failed to follow through, and there were reasons for that; no least because Lucifer was right, if he wanted to stay free then he needed to be discreet, pick his victims carefully. This was spontaneous, and spontaneity meant mistakes. It meant not thinking through the plan, and what would happen when Jesse came back and remembered who had killed him.

None of it mattered--only the pride beating in his killing heart. He hadn't followed through, and now he would show them what he was made of. He would show them that he was a ruthless, capable killer. That he wasn't to be ridiculed or underestimated.

And he would have Peter alongside him; Peter whose hunger was burning so out of control that he had barely questioned the choice, but fallen quickly into step beside him. From there it had been easy--there were no preemptive measures to take. This kill was like a hawk sweeping in, pouncing out of the darkness without hesitation, stepping out of the shadows and taking its prey. Power and need unleashed. But oh, he was going to savour it. He was going to make Jesse regret every foolishly spoken word if it was the last thing he did. ]

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[ Better. That was better; Peter was paying attention now, and that was what he wanted. He smiled, cooly, keeping his head tilted in toward Peter's temple as he drew the line across, perfectly parallel with the line Peter had made, only beneath the surface, scoring an accurate line across bone--a perforation, not a cut. It wouldn't cause any pain, but it was a demonstration of skill that he took pure, indecent pride in.

He drew away from Peter's side to cross toward the other man, closing the gap between them, hand flicking upward to raise hise Jesse's helpless limbs.

When he closed at last, he placed his fingertips to his throat, feeling the rushing of his heart beneath his fingers. ]

Shock, horror.

[ Bzap! A powerful burst of electricity, telekinesis tightening to hold Jesse still as he shocked him. ]

[hostage]

[Again, Jesse expected that invisible knife to slice clean through his brain. But he found that he was able to keep staring, keep watching the two of them while they took in the sight of him with blood pouring down his face and soaking into his shirt. He couldn't even tell whether he was feeling fresh pain or not. Adrenaline was kicking in and all he felt was ready - ready to die or ready to kick their asses if they somehow failed to kill him.

As Sylar approached, Jesse mentally drew himself up (because he couldn't prepare his body for this battle, no) and looked past Sylar, not at him.

When he felt Sylar touch his throat, he expected to be strangled. Instead, he found out the guy was really a human taser. And the scream that erupted from Jesse was so loud that a neighbor's dog began to bark in response, somewhere in the distance. His entire body - every nerve - felt like it was on fire and there was no more pretense of bravery or invincibility.

And then something else happened: a change he felt but couldn't pinpoint.]

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[ And with that change, everything began to fall apart.

Just like Sylar's telekinesis, which seemingly stopped working without reason. It took Peter a couple of blinks to register the fact that Jesse was no longer being held up -- he'd dropped back down to the floor and there was something incredibly wrong with that. Sylar's telekinesis was more finely tuned than Peter's, and there was nothing in the world that could get in between apart from a Void. And yet Sylar has just used electricity, so that wasn't it.

Was it Jesse?

Peter didn't take a step back, didn't exactly falter - the hunger kept him from doing that - but there was something wrong and it wasn't something Peter felt like messing with any further. Sylar either had to kill Jesse now or come up with a different plan entirely and Peter wasn't sure he liked the second option too terribly much. ]

Sylar. [ His voice was hard, but there was an undercurrent of concern, impeding doom to it. As much as Sylar wanted this to mean something, taking his time was no longer an option. ]

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[ He felt such pride when Jesse screamed - broken at last - except that a moment later he was falling out of his grip, his telekinesis not weakened but gone. Twice he tried to reach for it again, throwing up his hand, concentrating on the power harder than he could concentrate on anything. But this wasn't Voiding - it wasn't just out of his reach - it was actually gone.

Panicked, he drew back, shooting a glance over his shoulder toward Peter, then back toward Jesse. He could do this without telekinesis, just like the first time, but that wasn't the point. Jesse had done something to him. ]

Stay back.

[ His first thought was for Peter, terrified that the same would happen to him. With a growl he reached for Jesse's collar, tightening his grip on it, his offensive physical, nothing more. ]

What did you do? Stop it. Stop it right now.

[hostage]

[Jesse couldn't answer if he knew how. Every muscle in his body was contracted because of the shock, his jaw clamped so tight a crowbar couldn't have pried it open. The burning pain continued through every limb and he wasn't even sure what they were reacting to; he thought he was still being electrocuted. He made a noise in his throat like he was trying to respond but he was halfway unconscious and maybe he was really just trying, unsuccessfully, to keep screaming.]

[askedtobe]

[ It only made it that much worse that Sylar was panicking, because that meant that he had about as much of an idea as to what was going on as Peter did. And Sylar always knew, or at the very least he was always supposed to know, and watching him try to shake answers out of a nearly catatonic Jesse was going to get them nowhere fast. ]

Sylar. [ Voice frantically edged, Peter didn't know how to help. Maybe if they'd prepared for this a little bit better... but they hadn't, and now he was lost. He wasn't going to kill Jesse unless Sylar said he could, and he wasn't going to do anything else until he understood what had just happened. But the hunger was raging intolerably behind his eyes, making it impossible to think rationally much past wanting what he'd come here for. ]

If we don't kill him now, we need to go. In case it happens again. [ Moving forward, he wasn't even sure if he should touch Sylar and he hesitated with his hand hovering nearby, his gaze still stone-cold set onto Jesse. ] He'll know we were here whatever we do.

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[ This time was different. The panic of losing his telekinesis stopped him from doing more than working out that Jesse was responsible; beyond that his intuition fractured with his self-control, and he turned his eyes up to Peter. The fear didn't subside. When he did look back at Jesse, he raised his hand toward him again, but still nothing happened. Nothing.

He rubbed at his temple. Everything was going wrong. And they had to get out of here--they had to go otherwise things would get worse. He couldn't just leave things as they were, though.

Much as he didn't want to touch Jesse again, for fear that he'd get a second introduction to whatever the other man had done, there was no choice. He couldn't leave him with his memories of this. Not all of them, at least. So he reached out with his telepathy, reached into Jesse's fried brain, shifting and changing where he needed to so that it was only Sylar who had attacked him, so that he wouldn't remember Peter's involvement. Yes, Jesse would remember someone was here--but it wouldn't be Peter.

When he stepped back, he pulled Peter into the shadows with him without a word, took him back home to their apartment; back to where they were safe. ]

[askedtobe]

[ Gaze still flicking back and forth between Sylar and Jesse, Peter wanted to shake the other man and tell him to just let him kill Jesse, why were they still wasting time. It didn't make any sense to be here if they weren't going to finish what they'd started. He'd do it quick, he promised, but Sylar was obviously taking care of Jesse's brain before Peter was even allowed to have any input. ]

Now can we-- [ But then the other man was grabbing him and dragging him off, Peter's eyes suddenly going terribly wide. He couldn't just leave, not with his hunger seconds away from being fed and Peter just about put a fight as he was dragged back through shadows, returning home. ]