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When; August 8th, night
Where; Outside of Building Twelve
Rating; PG-13 to R
Characters; The Captain wolfsmercy, Sylar makes_you_tick
Summary; Nature's evolution against nature's primal fury.

Which wins in the end?


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A figure leapt off the roof, blocking out the moon for a moment. And then came crashing down to the street, scattering streets everywhere.

The Captain stood himself up to his full height, and tilted his head to the side.

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The Captain was slightly thrown off by the telekinesis, but not enough that he hesitated. He hand slammed down towards Sylar's arm, hoping to grab and break it.

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Sylar's first thought was that he should have stuck around Peter for longer, made absolutely sure he wasn't going to absorb anything from him. He's not going to regenerate this. He'll have to find a healer again.

His thoughts and his actions were completely detached. What he did was yell really loudly as the arm snapped. He also reached around and grabbed the Captain's shoulder with his other hand. Ice spread instantly from it, and Sylar's intent was to freeze him completely.

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The Captain's eyes glanced over at his shoulder dispassionately, and he moved his arm slightly. With a disgusting wrench and a crack, he broke his arm off at the frozen shoulder.


Almost immediately, it began growing back. The Captain brought his other foot around to keep his balance.

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Sylar's smile became huge. Perhaps he wouldn't have to find a healer, after all. He wondered how long it would take before he started absorbing from this one- usually he could tell everything about a power as soon as he acquired it, but the absorption was alluding him.

He stood, holding his cracked arm tenderly at the shoulder, trying to decide on his next move. He'd mostly decided on shattering two floors worth of glass pane and centering the shards on the Captain when he realizes that his hands were glowing.

...well, that decided that. He let go of his shoulder and held his hands out, staring at them with fascination and the beginnings of worry as they got brighter.

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Which was possibly where Sylar's misunderstanding came in.

What the Captain had was not a "power". It was a condition.

He stared at the glowing hands for a moment, then shrugged. He reached out to Sylar's neck to squeeze a pressure point.

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For the first time since the tiny woman had told him to sleep aeons ago at that high school, Sylar's body had betrayed him. That more than anything was what was bothering him here. He wasn't fast enough, the induced radioactivity was starting on it's own, and worst of all, the telekinesis was a little bit off. It was all wrong. He was distracted with that as the Captain reached out.

He gasped at the pain and collapsed onto the ground, falling on his broken arm. Pathetic. He'd need more. More abilities and more practice.

His head rolled back onto the asphalt, his hands stopped glowing. And then he was still.

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The Captain waited for his arm to finish regrowing, then, with calm, deliberate motions, retrieved his guns and clipped them onto his belt.

Somehow, he had a feeling the Doctor would want this one.

Picking up Sylar as if weighed nothing, he bent his legs and shot up into the air, pushing off of Building 12 and towards the Deus ex Machina.

_{[[OOC: If you want to talk about Sylar's imprisonment/poking at, me and Doc-mun madsciencekink are on AIM right now (Shadow1985). Or you could shoot an e-mail to me. tazo85@gmail.com]]}