Thirty First Kisses, #19 – Red

He’d returned home a changed man. It had been a joyful reunion, to be sure, and the moment when Molly flew into his arms had been just as heart-lifting as he’d hoped, but Matt was different. There was a purpose behind his eyes that Mohinder had not seen before.

Legacies, Part 7

One week ago

She was glowing, looking like a dreamy teenager, when she came over. Wearing an outfit Matt hadn’t seen her wear before. Thinking wildly in Spanish. Matt couldn’t make any sense of the words, save a few “yo” and “esta,” but the tone was unmistakable. Maya was hoping for something.

Legacies, Part 8

Downtown’s traffic snarl made Mohinder feel as though he were climbing a jungle gym. The address, black-on-gray on his cell phone, was pale in his hand. He was sure he’d memorized it the moment it came through, but he kept glancing back, afraid it had changed, or he’d remembered it wrong, or something else horrible and catastrophic. And everywhere, wire fences and car exhaust and silver vending carts in his path. He dodged and darted. He had to get there. He had to get to Matt.

Behavioral Therapy, Part 1

Sylar was captured on a winter day when the sidewalks were wet with slush and dirt of the ugliest kind. Elle’s electricity conducted well through the grime, and Sylar was left choking on an icy puddle long enough for Mohinder to administer the sedative. This time the dose of curare was tempered by Haitian pills and there would be no stopping of the IV, no sudden reversal of fortune. This time, Mohinder had thought of everything.

Behavioral Therapy, Part 6

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Mohinder awoke the next morning having no idea how he’d gotten home. He had no memory of anything after scrambling to his feet and leaving. It had been like the room was full of radiation all of a sudden; he knew nothing but that he had to leave. He had to get out. There was nothing else to say or do. But after he did, what had happened to him? Had he driven home in one of the Company cars? Had he called a taxi? Based on the labored aching of his body, he wouldn’t have been surprised had he walked through the woods for hours, catching weary legs and arms on bramble and branches, before finding his way home.

Behavioral Therapy: Part 10

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The spot on his desk where Mohinder’s eyes were focused should by all rights have burned through by now. He certainly could feel the heat radiating from them. If it took troubled times to bring out special abilities, he thought, he should have full-fledged heat vision at this point. Because he was as troubled as he’d ever been.

Behavioral Therapy, 11/11

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The surgery was set a week from the day Mohinder secured Sylar’s permission. Mohinder arranged everything with the Company’s medical staff as soon as he could, reviewing the technology that was to be used and the surgical procedure, making sure he was well versed in the medical issues applicable for the surgery and the engineering involved in the contraption. Sylar was his patient, after all, and as the manager of Sylar’s care he held a personal responsibility.