Through the Looking Glass (3/3)

[flying_monkees]

Title: Through the Looking Glass (3/3)
Characters: Peter/Sylar
Rating: R
Warnings: Violence and character deaths.  This part gets pretty dark, so be warned.
Disclaimer: Heroes does not belong to me no matter how much I wish it did.
Summary: Peter tries to handle the fallout from Sylar being trapped in the mirror
Table/Prompt:  AU/What if... for mission_insane.
A/N:  This is a sequel to Of Smoke and Mirrors.  We're at the end of this story and I want to thank everyone that's read it.  Beta'd by the wonderful flwrpwr_vampyre 

Part 1

Part 2

Three days later both men stood in front of the innocuous building in New York.  No one would know that it was part of the Company, it looked like any normal building.  Sylar looked up as if searching for something.  Peter supposed he was, checking to see if their quarry was inside or not and shifted from foot to foot with impatience.  “C’mon Sylar, let’s get this over with.  You know he’s up there, I can hear him for god’s sake.”  Sylar looked at Peter with that blank stare again, making Peter uncomfortable.

 

“Patience is the key Peter.  We have to make sure they’re all there.  If we go in now, the others could escape and then our hard work will be for nothing.  They’ll just start up somewhere new.”  Sylar let a malevolent grin cross his face, causing Peter to shiver.

 

“I know you’re right.  I just want to get in there and get it over with.  I hate waiting.”  Peter sighed, stopping his fidgeting; getting himself back under control like Sylar had taught him.  If he lost control now, the whole plan would go down in flames.

 

Sylar moved into the building, Peter right on his heels.  He pushed the door open, glancing around at the many people milling around.  They were insignificant, nothing, to him and he ignored them, heading towards the elevators.  Peter grabbed his hand, turning them invisible.  Sylar turned to glare at him and he shrugged.

 

“Why let them know we’re here until we have no other choice?  The element of surprise and all.”  Peter grinned at him and Sylar just nodded.  Peter had actually had a good idea but he wasn’t about to tell him that.

 

Both men slipped into a nearly empty elevator, pushing the button for the top floor.  That was where Bennet and the others were, in a meeting by the sound of it.  Sylar stared at the doors as Peter looked at the other people in the elevator.  He wanted to warn them, tell them to get out while they still could but he just couldn’t, they were a part of the problem.

 

When they finally reached the top floor, Peter sighed in relief.  They were finally going to do something to stop the Company.  He only wished it didn’t have to involve the people he had once considered friends but they’d brought it on themselves.  He still held onto Sylar’s hand, hoping to keep them invisible a bit longer.  But it wasn’t any good.  Bennet stood before them, arms crossed, glaring at them through infrared goggles and Peter reluctantly turned them visible, letting go of Sylar’s hand.

 

“Well, you’ve made it this far, what exactly do you plan on doing?”  Bennet asked, pulling the goggles off and staring at the two men.  “Just what do you think you’re doing Peter?  You of all people should understand that once a killer, always a killer.”  He stared at Sylar, not taking his eyes off of him.

 

“But he’s changed Noah.  I tried to explain it to you but you just wouldn’t listen.  He’s not the same person, he…”  Peter stopped as Bennet suddenly grabbed at his own throat; his face slowly turned red and then purple.  He looked at Sylar, seeing the hard glint in his eyes.  “Sylar, stop it!  Don’t kill him, we can use him.”  He touched Sylar’s arm, trying to get his attention.  “If we kill him now, we won’t get all the answers we need.”

 

Bennet scrambled to pull his gun out, knowing it wouldn’t do any good but still having to try.  He breathlessly cried out as he felt all the bones in his hand suddenly crushed into powder, the smirk on Sylar’s face telling.  He cradled his hand to his chest, still fighting to breathe.  Sylar let up just enough pressure on Bennet’s throat to let in a trickle of air.

 

Sylar pushed Bennet against the wall, tilting his head at him.  “You really didn’t think you’d stop me, did you?”  He flicked his fingers, snapping Bennet’s other arm, causing him to scream.  “Just tell us where the database is and I might let you live.”  Peter didn't make a move to stop him, staring quietly at Bennet, waiting for an answer.

 

“I’m not going to tell you how to get into that.  That information is too dangerous.  And if you try and get in there without knowing the passwords…”  Peter moved closer, concentrating. 

 

“I have the passwords Sylar; he’s not as quick as he thinks he is.”  Peter grinned at the surprised look on Bennet’s face.  Sylar nodded, leaning in closer to the other man.

 

“You owe me Bennet.  I think it’s time for you to pay me back.”  Sylar snarled as he unceremoniously snapped Bennet’s neck.  He let the body fall to the ground, stepping over it.

 

Peter looked down at his former friend, stepping over him too.  He didn’t really care what had happened to Bennet, he’d deserved it.  The things he’d done, allowed to be done…  Following Sylar inside, he kept quiet as he watched the killer send personnel flying against walls, knocking them out.  He turned as he felt something hit him in the back, seeing a guard with a smoking gun pointed at him.  Peter frowned, flicking his hand and sending the man crashing into a column, hearing his back snap, shivering as he felt the bullets push their way back out of his body.  He turned back to Sylar.  “His lab is just down that hallway,” he pointed and Sylar nodded and moved quickly down the hallway, stepping around the broken and unconscious bodies.

 

Mohinder jerked up in surprise as he heard the door blown apart behind him.  He turned around, his back hitting the edge of the counter, causing him to wince.  “P-Peter, what ar-” he stammered as the empath stepped into the room and his eyes grew wide as he saw the killer right behind him.  “You!” he hissed, eyes narrowing.  “What the hell Peter?  How could you bring him back here?  It was bad enough that you let him free, but to be helping him?”  He inched over slightly, trying to reach the gun in the open drawer next to him.

 

Sylar flicked his fingers, slamming the drawer on Mohinder’s hand.  Mohinder yelped and tried to shake the pain off, glaring at the two men.  “What the hell do you want?  I’m not going to help you do anything, so just forget it.” he snapped keeping a wary eye on both men until they split apart, Sylar going over to one of the lab desks and looking over the machines there, Peter stepping closer to him.

 

“Look Mohinder, we don’t want to hurt you, we’re just looking for some information,” Peter said softly, trying not to spook the other man.  He concentrated on Mohinder’s mind, huffing in frustration when he found the scientist thinking in Tamil.  “Dammit Mohinder!  Don’t do this!  We’re only asking for a way to stop the Company from hurting anyone ever again.  Do you want them to hurt Molly?  To go after her again? What would you do if you lost her?”  Peter asked in exasperation, running his fingers through his hair.

 

Mohinder scowled at Peter.  “Of course I don’t want to lose Molly any more then you want to lose Nathan.  But Peter, what you’re doing is wrong.  You can’t help him, he’s a killer.”  He moved away from the empath, trying to keep a close eye on both men. 

 

Sylar growled, moving quickly to Mohinder’s side, keeping him from escaping.  “I’m sick of playing games Peter.  If he won’t tell us, then I’m just going to kill him.”  He leaned in close to Mohinder, grinning wickedly.  “I’ve been dying to pay him back for putting me in that damned mirror.”

 

Peter put a calming hand on Sylar’s arm.  “No, we need to get the passwords first.”  He looked over at Mohinder.  “Just tell us and we’ll let you live Mohinder.  You can go back to Molly, tuck her in tonight…”  Peter looked at the other man, his expression merely annoyed at the fact that they had come to this point.  He now just wanted the information, no matter how they had to get it.

 

Mohinder gulped, trying to move away from the two men.  “I-I can’t help you, I won’t help you.  If you want to make things better Peter, then don’t do this.  Don’t let him control you.”  His voice shook as he tried to get through to the other man.  Peter's eyes narrowed further. 

 

“I don’t know if he wants to make the world a better place Sylar, I think we might have to persuade him.”  Peter said in an exasperated voice.  Sylar nodded, advancing on Mohinder, looming over him.  Mohinder cried out as he felt something deep inside snap.

 

“Peter, don’t let him do this,” Mohinder whimpered, his knees buckling under him.  He grabbed the edge of the counter to keep himself from falling, keeping a wary eye on Sylar.  “What you’re asking me to do will destroy innocent lives-” he gasped out, his breathing getting harder.  Sylar must have broken a rib or two and it felt like it was pressing into his lungs.

 

Sylar tilted his head at Mohinder, a focused look coming over his face.  “I think we should just kill him Peter.  I’m sure we can find a way into the computer without his knowledge.”  A sly grin flitted across the killers face and Mohinder’s eyes grew wider.  He knew he was going to die now and there was nothing he could do about it.

 

Peter watched Mohinder’s eyes, watched the fear grow in them.  “No.  Killing him isn’t good enough Sylar.  He’s got to learn what it’s like, what it feels like to be totally helpless, useless…alone.”  Peter gave Mohinder a sad smile, showing regret on his face.  “I don’t want to do this Mohinder, please don’t force my hand.”  Mohinder felt his fear growing with each heartbeat but he remained silent.  “If he won’t give us what we want, we’ll show him what it’s like to be truly alone.”

 

Sylar looked at Peter for a moment, understanding dawning on him and he grinned back at Peter.  “Brilliant.  No one deserves that more then he does.”  He leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms, eyes dancing with glee and Mohinder felt his stomach drop.  What did they have in mind that was worse then killing him?

 

“Go find one Sylar; there should be one around here somewhere.”  Peter said, not taking his eyes off of Mohinder.  Mohinder watched as Sylar walked towards the storage room, then the bathroom, a cry of success ringing through the room.  He felt like he was going to faint when Sylar returned with the mirror from the bathroom wall in his hands.

 

“No, you can’t…that’s…”  Mohinder whimpered, eyes flying from one man to the other.  “That’s inhuman.”  He managed to get out.

 

“Is it?  Is it any more inhuman to do it to you then it was for you to do it to me?”  Sylar growled the words.  “You had no problems putting me in there, why should we have any problems putting you in one?”

 

Mohinder shook his head.  “For the love of all things holy, don’t do this.  Peter, please,” he begged the empath, but found no sympathy on his face.  “You can’t do this.  What about Molly and my work.   I-I can help you…”  Peter cut him off with a wave of his hand.

 

“God, you never shut up, do you?”  Peter asked as Sylar held the mirror in front of Mohinder’s face.  “Just tell us what we want to know and we’ll let you go, I swear.  I don’t want to hurt you Mohinder, just please, tell us what we need to know.”  Peter smiled sincerely at Mohinder and Sylar raised his eyebrow at the words but kept silent.

 

Mohinder looked at the mirror, then at Peter’s face.  His shoulders slumped and his head hung low.  “It’s Shanti, the other password is Shanti,” he whispered.  He couldn’t go into that mirror, he couldn’t.  He had Molly to take care of and…he didn’t want to die in there.  He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up with haunted eyes at Peter who was smiling at him.

 

“See?  That wasn’t so hard was it?”  Peter asked and then closed his eyes, concentrating.  Mohinder gasped, feeling his body changing, shifting.

 

“No!  Peter, you promised!”  Mohinder cried out, his body becoming transparent and moving towards the mirror.  His scream was cut off abruptly as Peter opened his eyes and looked into the mirror, grinning at Mohinder. 

 

“I’m truly sorry Mohinder, but you have to learn your lesson.  You can’t just do things to people without consequences.”  Peter looked over at Sylar.  “Better?  Feel vindicated now?” he murmured, wrapping his arms around the killer’s neck and pulling him down for a hard kiss.

 

Sylar set the mirror down on the counter, hard eyes staring at the terrified man trapped inside, pounding on the surface, begging to be let out.  “I’m much better now Peter.  How about we go stop the Company now?  That we go and set the world on fire?”  He kissed Peter back, shoving the mirror off the counter, ignoring the sound of it shattering on the floor.


*runs and hides*