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009. [ accidental visual ] black flowers blossom, fearless on my breath.

Whatever Helen had been planning that day was turned upside down. The tablet had turned on of it's own accord. If she had noticed, she would of done something about it. The screen could only show so much. Not that anyone most likely would have wanted to see more.

Helen turned from one of the bookcases and smiled at the man who walked in. Though her smile quickly faded as she realized his mannerisms. They certainly didn't belong to him, or anyone she knew for that matter. She placed the book in her hand down and moved forward to talk to him. Maybe there was just something on his mind that he needed to talk about.

She was suddenly pushed back up against the bookcase, finding herself hanging from the ground. Helen's eyes snapped back to him. "What the hell are you-" Her words were cut off as she felt her head hit the bookcase behind her hard, making a sickening crack. Pain shot up through the back of her head as she shut her eyes tightly.

He took a few steps forward, and then Helen felt even more excruciating pain. Except this time it came from her forehead. It felt as if it was ripping open her head slowly, making her scream. She had no idea why he was doing this, or that he even could do it. She felt her blood slowly make it's way down the side of her face. No matter how hard she tried to wrestle free, she couldn't escape the grip.

Then suddenly the ripping pain stopped. She fell to the floor. Her knees hit the wooden floor, then she fell forward. Helen grunted slightly as she felt her head hit the floor, trying to move to see her attacker. He was gone in thin air, as if he was never there. Her hand went up to her face and all she could feel was her own blood running down her face and now on her hand.

Helen grasped at the desk, trying to pull herself up. All she accomplished was the tablet hitting the floor to show her matted red hair and bloody face. She struggled to push herself up but fell forward again, face down on the wooden floor.

[ ooc; violence in this post that you'd typically see in a Heroes episode. just a lot of blood everywhere in the comments. this post is completely open for being tagged to talk with her over the tablet or in the sanctuary, if you've missed the ooc post :) she's in her office for those coming to her ♥ ]

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[ooc: just a reaction post, no tagbacks please. ♥]

Max had left her tablet on her dresser and had been looking for something in one of her jackets when she heard a scream coming from the tablet. She dropped her jacket on the bed and ran over to pick it up...

And was truly horrified by what she saw. Someone pinning her to the wall without even touching her and cutting her head open - it was sick, it was brutal. It was terrifying, and whoever that person was was in the building.

She had to go see who she could help get out, if not attack the sick son of a bitch herself. Magnus obviously needed help, but she needed more medical attention than Max had ever been trained to give. Peter was a paramedic, he would know what to better than she would.

She ran out of her bedroom, intent on finding Peter and telling him what would happen so that Magnus got the care she needed first, then getting them both the hell out of there.

He wasn't even sure what he was watching when the tablet switched on. His stomach flopped violently at the familiarity of the images flickering in front of his eyes. It was Sylar's MO to a T, but there was no way that that was possible. Was it? No. No, it couldn't be. He was standing right here, still in control of his body, and there was no way that Sylar could have gotten to anyone else... Unless... He'd touched Peter. He'd touched Peter. Maybe that madman had went into his brother and...

I'm right here, you moron. This is little Petey all on his own. Only problem is, Mommy Dearest isn't here for him to take this out on. So he's got to take it where he can get it.

"Oh, God."

I have to say, though, I'm impressed. Don't know he had it in him.

"Will. You. Shut. Up?" Nathan snapped with each step he took from his room towards Helen's office, in a flat out run by the time the he reached the door, halting in the entrance before crossing over and kneeling next to her, his hand reaching out towards her, hand settling on her shoulder. Please. Please, don't let her be dead.

Helen knew what it was like to be dead. She had died once before, and Will brought her back. This was much more painful than death. Though, suffocating had hardly been a pleasant experience. What made this so much worse was that she could still feel it all. She was dizzy and knew she wasn't able to stand.

She stirred at the touch and managed to raise her head slightly. Helen's eyes blinked a few times in an attempt to get the blood out of her vision. Her already bloody hand shot up and grabbed a hold of his jacket sleeve, trying to pull herself back up. Even if her vision was blurred and she was dizzy. Her eyes went straight to the floor where the blood trails were.

Why the bloody hell wasn't she dead yet?

Helen fought to raise her eyes back up to Nathan, trying to offer a smile of reassurance.

Not dead. Oh, thank God, not dead. His arms gripped onto hers, trying to keep her upright as best as he could as he tried to figure out something to do to keep her from bleeding to death. Reaching out to try and push her hair down to stem the flow of blood until he could figure out something more effect to do, he was staggered at the expression on her face.

What in the... Was she smiling at him? That was it. She was delirious from blood loss. Shifting his grip on her, he picked her up, holding her against his chest as he headed towards the infirmary. There had to be something there that could fix this. There had to be something. Had anyone ever survived a Sylar attack? Was it even possible if you weren't Claire?

Oh, calm down. She's not hurt that badly. Get her head stitched up, and she'll be fine.

"What do you think I'm trying to do, you bastard?"

For a moment she had closed her eyes when he picked her up off the floor. Yet, his sudden out burst made her open her eyes and glance around to see if anyone was there. She couldn't see anyone - at least not distinguish a shape of a figure through the blurry mess of red. Instead she turned her slightly quizzical expression towards him.

Either she was finally dieing from blood loss, or Mr. Nathan Petrelli was talking to people that didn't exist.

Unfortunately, the person that he was talking to did exist. It was just him that didn't. But there was no issue in that right now. People would get him and Nathan mixed up until there was some way to make it clear, and right now, it wasn't something that needed to be focused on. Kicking the door to the infirmary open, Nathan carried her over to one of the beds, setting her down onto it before crossing over to the storage cabinets. There had to be a suture kit in one of these cabinets. God, where was it?

Maybe in that container labeled 'sutures.'

"Shut up," He muttered, grabbing said container off of the shelf and opening it up, pulling out the small kit and crossing over to Helen. He wasn't the doctor in this situation. He didn't have any medical training. Pete should be the one down here doing this, but he couldn't take the time to go and find him. He could do this. He had to. Pushing Helen's hair back off her forehead, he opened up the kit, examining it quietly until it clicked in his head, and he pieced it together, leaning down and started to stitch up the gash on her forehead.

"You'll be all right. Just got to get this closed up. You'll be all right."

Helen jerked slightly when she touched the bed. Her eyes opened again and watched as Mr. Petrelli ran around the infirmary looking for the suture. She would of told him where it was, if she could form the words. Things were even blurrier now. Except she had to tell him who did it. Not because she was attacked, but because it was his brother that needed the help. Even though she was dieing, Helen still worried about others more.

She slowly blinked her eyes as he came up. Of course she'd be alright. There were plenty of people to help her. Not enough to help stop the person that attacked her. Slowly, Helen raised her hand to his, even though she was shaking and so very pale.

And all she did was smile at him.

Nathan walked into the Sanctuary to check up on Claire, his conversation with Peter still playing through his head over and over again. If he'd known half of what he'd been thinking...

He realized for the life of him that he couldn't remember where Claire's room was, but he could see Helen Magnus's office nearby. First, he'd check on Claire, then see if he could help with any damage his brother might've done. For the time being, it was all he could do.

The blood in the doorway to caught his attention long before he actually reached it, and Nathan's eyes immediately followed the trail. Cursing under his breath, he rushed to follow it. Whoever had lost that blood needed help in one hell of a hurry, and he couldn't see anyone around to give it.

Looking up to the infirmary doors, Nathan hoped whoever it was had found it after all. He shoved the doors open, walking inside...

To see himself standing over Helen Magnus.

"What the hell is going on?"

Tying off the suture, Nathan was startled at the familiar voice in the doorway, glancing up from where he was leaning over Helen to spot the real Nathan. His heart dropped into his stomach, a quiet dread seeping into his veins as he glanced back at Helen before looking up at Nathan with a quiet pleading in his eyes. "I didn't do it," He said. He knew that would be the assumption. He was Sylar, after all, and this was an injury that was characteristic of the serial killer. But he hadn't done this. He couldn't have done it since he had watched it happen from the other side of the Sanctuary.

"She'll be all right," Nathan said, the tension clear in his voice as he turned away from Helen, trying to ignore the blood that coated his hands. There was nowhere in here that he could clean it off easily. "She lost a lot of blood... But there's got to be some in storage around here. We'll get a real doctor here to attend to her injuries," He said quietly, making a concentrated effort not to look at Nathan. It was hard enough, knowing he was Sylar. It had been tough, talking to him through the tablet. But this... This was almost impossible.

Amazingly enough, Helen could feel the wound being taken care of. She took in a breath every time, trying to be still so that nothing went wrong. A small sound escaped her as he finished off the suture, biting her lip. At the sound of the door she managed to open her eyes and look over to see who had entered. She expected Henry, perhaps even another resident of the Sanctuary.

Not another Nathan Petrelli.

Helen blinked and looked up at the bloody Mr. Petrelli over her, then at the one in the door. Either she was delusional from the blood loss, or there were two of them. Her eyes went back to the Mr. Petrelli next to her. She attempted to speak but was nowhere near the condition.

Nathan sighed, because it had been his first thought, but he knew who'd really done this. "Peter." He said tiredly, looking back over his shoulder towards where his brother had been. God only knew where he was now. "At least she's still alive." And since Peter likely thought she was dead, he wanted to make sure he knew that soon.

"Where would blood be?" It wasn't as though he knew how any of this worked. He was always the patient in hospitals, and usually he was unconscious. Noticing the look at last on Magnus's face, he felt guilty for not explaining himself sooner. Poor woman had to think she was hallucinating.

"It's Sylar." Nathan told her, glancing over at the other man before he looked back to her. He felt a small measure of guilt for him as well, he couldn't even look him in the eye. But not enough to let Helen keep thinking she was going crazy from her injuries. "It's a long story."

The blood was a little more important.

"There's two medical refrigerators at the other end of the room," Nathan said, nodding to the shelves and containment units at the other end of the infirmary as he rubbed his hands together, more frantically with each movement as he tried to flake the blood off of his hands. He didn't seem too concerned if he ended up taking off several layers of skin as well. In fact, he seemed completely focused on the task of getting his hands clean until Nathan addressed Helen.

The real Nathan's explanation of what was going on staggered him for a moment, his hands slowing as he looked slowly back at the two of them before looking away again. He was responsible for this. Even if it wasn't directly, it was his ability, Sylar's ability, that had made Peter like this. He was responsible for this. He had to figure out how to fix it.

"He can't control himself," He said, a thoughtful tone in his voice. "You can't...at first."

Mr. Petrelli's explanation was shocking at first, then she turned her expression to the one hovering over her. Gabriel. Her eyebrows were up as much as she could manage to lift them. Completely expressing that look that most likely, Gabriel knew oh so well by now. There was a slight edge to it as if to say 'You had best explain this now.'

How she was managing to stay conscious, she had no idea. Perhaps it was her mind was buzzing so much with worry that even though her body demanded it, she wouldn't give in. Her eyes dropped to Gabriel's hands, covered in her blood, and watched the slow rubbing. She then looked up at him and raised both of her hands. One went to his lower arm, gently resting on top of it, while the other covered his hands. She of course still expected an explanation eventually, but it could wait now. Her eyes went back to Mr. Petrelli to motion to the bottom of the refrigerator before looking back at Gabriel.

"...Gabriel." It took her some effort but she managed to get his name out softly in an attempt to try and be some sort of comfort.

Nathan noticed the look that passed between them, and couldn't help slight amusement in spite of everything. It was impressive Magnus was capable of anything to begin with, but that it'd had any effect at all practically put his mother's best version of that look to shame.

He went to the other side of the room, checking the bottom of the refrigerator. When Nathan realized he'd forgotten what blood type to ask for, he looked back over his shoulder.

"Which one?" He called back, not necessarily wanting to interrupt but figuring it'd be a bit more intelligent to ask than to guess.

"O negative," He responded. He didn't know Helen's blood type, and there really wasn't too much time to fuss with it, was there? Universal donor would be just as good as the next. He was still staggered by the whole thing, and the pronouncement of the name, a name that was foreign and familiar, right and yet wrong, caused his mind to split even more than it already had. What exactly was he supposed to go? Where was he going to go from here? The Nathan part of him knew what he had to do. The Sylar part knew what he wanted to do. But there was something more than that, something that was standing on the brink in between the two of them that didn't know which way to go.

Lifting his eyes ever so slightly to Helen, a quiet guilt in his eyes at her look before glancing down at the hand on his arm and covering his. "I'm sorry, Helen," He said quietly, looking back up at her. "This is my fault. All of it. Peter and I only went to Texas because we were trying to figure out what Matt knew. We never should have gone. He wants to kill them. I can't let him."

Helen wasn't quiet sure who Matt was, or even why they needed to know what he knew. It would be something she'd ask once things had calmed down and she could actually speak. She could connect the dots even if her mind was a bit foggy from the blood loss, by just knowing Gabriel himself. Killing would have to mean the Sylar Persona that she and Suresh had talked about before. Something had either snapped Gabriel back into it, or he had never reverted from it back home. That was what broke her heart. The fact that some sort of version of Mr. Petrelli in Gabriel's mind was the only thing that could keep him from hurting others. It also hurt, of course, she couldn't even speak to 'Sylar' to try and even fix the problem at hand.

At first she dropped her gaze and glanced back over at Mr. Petrelli before looking back at the one above her. She blinked a few times to show she understood and weakly squeezed his hands. Sometimes the necessary things in life were the ones that hurt the most.

Nathan found a bag of O negative and shut the refrigerator, walking back to Magnus and the Other Nathan. He handed over the bag, looking down at Helen. "It'll be fine." He promised, even though it was something he was starting to doubt he could make good on. "I'm hoping this'll pass. Peter and..."

Well. He looked to the other man and hesitated, then looked down at Helen again. "All of it. If not, we'll find a way to help him." Him, of course, being his brother.

This disturbing development he was managing to feel something past hatred for, moving in the direction of guilt and pity, he didn't know what to do with. But it was wrong to just leave it there, too. "Both of them." He managed after a longer moment than he'd intended, glancing the Other Nathan's way again.

There had to be an answer. One that wouldn't hurt anyone. Right?

((ooc: computer is being an arse so depending on how it behaves later... >_< ))

Ashley had turned the tablet on in a thought of maybe talking to Claire or Max, though the visual feed that came across of her mom cut that short. Peter didn't have that kind of power so either Ashley was seeing things or something had happened, besides him attacking her mother. Leaving her tablet in her room Ashley ran down the hallways of the Sanctuary to find her as quickly as possible. It looked bad and Ashley hoped that that was all it was.

She found the office with no problem, rushing to her Ashley brushed Helen's hair back from her face, seeing the brutality of what Peter had done even more. Seeing her hurt and Ashley could cry.

"Mom?"

What the hell had happened?

Helen's eyes went straight to her daughter, her hand grabbing onto her's. She offered a smile despite the labored breathing and the obvious pain she was facing.

"I'm quite alright." She managed to say through the pain and breathing. "Go, go after Peter... something is wrong with him."

Ashley shook her head, keeping a tight grip on her mom's hand. No matter how much she wanted, or needed to go after Peter she couldn't leave her. "You are not alright."

This was a mess and Ashley didn't know where to start. She tried to organise her thoughts, just a little to help. "We need to get you sorted."

"...Ashley, I'll... be fine... " Helen grunted out and shut her eyes tightly. She gestured to the door. "He's going to... hurt others, Ashley... someone will-" She let out a small gasp of pain and the room started to spin.

"You know, you're not very convincing." Ashley tried to keep her tone light but she didn't think that she was doing very well on that either. For Peter someone else could deal with him, or she could send a message out on the tablet but either way she wasn't leaving, not yet.

"Tell me you've got a first aid kit in here." The infirmary was too far for now, that and her mom didn't look well enough to make it.

"Ashley!" She pressed and knew immediately she shouldn't have. The room spun and she grabbed onto the desk beside her to try and grab her bearings. This was not good at all. Instead she looked up at her daughter with that look.

That look wasn't going to change anything, not now. Fine was far from her descriptor of choice and, at least until her mom was patched up a little, Peter was the last thing on her mind.

"You're not really in a position to argue."

And neither was she. Helen continued to give her the look until her daughter would cave. There were plenty of people to help her in the Sanctuary, not enough to stop her attacker.

"You know that I'll mess up your office if I look for it myself." Would that be convincing? Doubtful, but anything was worth a shot. She would also do it.

Helen gave a glance over to the side where there would be a first-aid kit. Her daughter knew the basics, of course, but not enough in order to stop a gash. They'd have to get to the infirmary sooner or later.

See now that wasn't so hard was it? Ashley gave a little smile and moved to get it, finding it easily since she knew now where it was. She didn't know how much she'd be able to do, but hopefully enough to sort this out for the minute.

"You might want to talk me through some." Paying attention in this part of class wasn't what she'd done as a kid. Other than when she'd had to.

Helen gave a weak sigh. She could hardly speak in her condition, and vague hand symbols were hardly going to get the proper job done. Instead she glanced at the cloth in the kit and then up. Apply pressure to the wound. Get it to stop bleeding, if possible, before she passed out.

Though Helen was certain she was going to here soon.

Ashley had learned what her small gestures had meant long ago which let her work this one out quickly enough. Taking the cloth, Ashley did as instructed, just hopefully using enough pressure that it'd work but not too much that it'd hurt too much. This was why she let her mom do these things.

"You better not plan on going anywhere." And that included passing out.

She smiled instead of laughing, not being able to manage the latter. Helen had no intentions of passing out, but if her body deemed it, there was hardly anything she could do about it. She was already very pale and shaking. Helen then realized. Ashley was still highly vampiric.

This was certainly not the best place for Ashley at the moment.

Ashley noticed the slight change in expression, especially considering that she was closely watching her to make sure that she didn't miss anything.

"What is it?"

It apparently hadn't clicked in Ashley's head yet. Good. That meant that they weren't dominating her nature at the moment. Helen just closed her eyes and let out a low shaky breath. She wasn't going to mention it.

"Eyes open mom, don't panic me yet." Definitely not yet. She still had time, however little it was.

She waved her hand slightly. She was going to be fine, and she knew it. Now only if she could convince her daughter.

Convincing? Well when they were in the infirmary and if there was someone else around who was a doctor then yes, Ashley would be convinced. For now she just had to trust in what she was doing, which she should be able to considering her mom taught her how to do it.

"Okay," Ashley gave a quick look at the cloth before looking back at her mom. "I think we're getting somewhere."

Helen gave her a look that could of said 'This is certainly progress, yes.'

That look was helpful, truly. And so was the fact that she hadn't yet passed out.

"You'll need to be moved soon. Somehow." She hadn't figured the how part out yet.

The blink she gave meant that she knew. Helen was sure someone would be coming. There was no way that Henry, or even Gabriel, would have this gone unnoticed.

Helen raised her hand to the cloth on her head, everything was so blurry. She motioned for Ashley to go. Someone had to set everything up. If Henry or Gabriel came, they wouldn't know what blood to transfuse her with.

Ashley knew what that meant and she knew what to do, though she'd find someone before heading to the infirmary to make sure that it wasn't too long a wait.

He'd gotten used to hearing craziness on the tablets, but that didn't mean it would fail to catch his attention this time. He watched in horror as he realized who it was and what was happening. He'd feared this since the day he arrived.

"My god, Doctor Magnus," he murmured, staring at the screen. Someone in the Sanctuary would already be on their way to help her, he was certain. Still, he was making his way over. "What in the world...?"

But he didn't have to ask that, he'd seen enough of Sylar's victims. The fact that she was still breathing was a the only good sign in this. "Hang on, Helen, there are sure to be people on their way. And I'm almost there, if they take too long." He hoped the wound was less serious than it looked, that it just cut into her flesh not her bone. He wasn't too optimistic on that front, but he hoped.

Her attention went to the tablet, vision still blurry. Helen recognized the voice of Mohinder. She managed a small smile and forced herself to stay conscious. He had to know what was going on. Helen had to tell the Sanctuary before they were all in danger.

"Suresh, it..."

Mohinder was glad to hear her speaking (and he was somewhat amazed by the fact that she was smiling), but he didn't want the effort to cause her more problems. He smiled back at her the best he could. "Don't push yourself too hard, Doctor. We'll get this all sorted out."

Helen would of rolled her eyes if she could. Men, honestly, when a woman was hurt they would just stop listening. She glanced up at place where her attacker had been.

"...Peter."

He didn't understand. It wasn't surprising, really- even though Peter had gone nuclear at Kirby Plaza, Mohinder would never figure he'd be capable of that- but it may help him get it later.

"He went after Peter, as well?" Mohinder cursed internally, then looked back at the screen. "Do you have help yet, Magnus? I'll be in the Sanctuary in under a minute."

He was moving as swiftly as he could- jumping more than running, really.

This was very infuriating even if the room was beginning to spin. She looked over as Mr. Petrelli entered the room. What the bloody hell was Mr. Petrelli still doing in the Sanctuary? Trying to look for Peter? Peter was gone. He was out in the city and he was going to hurt more because he was hurting. He was hurting and couldn't control his abilities. Empathics were always dangerous when they were emotionally unbalanced.

"...He did it..."

Mohinder didn't hear. Instead, his attention was caught by the figure down the street. Seeing Petrelli walk into the room, step down to help her.

After a brief deliberation, he ran over towards the figure. "Peter!" he called, running over towards him. He'd make sure Helen was okay after he checked on Peter.

Helen tried to say it again but was lifted up by 'Nathan.' She looked at the tablet as she was taken from the room, trying to reach for it weakly. Good God, Mohinder could be next.

Edited 2009-11-24 09:01 (UTC)

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