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[makes_you_tick]

This is the City, but you're not where you had been. You're now standing somewhere in between the Buildings 10 and 11, and the City itself seems utterly empty.

There's a lack of light, as well. The odd street lamp blinks on and off in the distance, but it's not something your eyes can count on. As a result, everything is grey and black.

The ticking is louder here. No longer just inside your head, it echoes through the streets. It permeates everything, sending the occasional thought into sharp focus.

Down one road, there's something wet. A close-by lamp blinks on for a moment, and that spot shines red.

[ooc: I may be a little slow, but I'm definitely backtagging this weekend. :3 My favorite curse is here! Feel free to have anyone wander in. This is...mostly a normal dream for Sylar, since pretty much all of them are nightmares. Be aware that it could get awfully gory and dark from here on out.]

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"Can't be your fault," says Chris, shaking his head and moving in to see if there's any parts to the machine that look lever-y. Something he can pull that will release them. "Not unless you put 'er an' yourself into the machine." He makes a face and looks at Sylar. "You didn't, did you?"

He doesn't think so. Even if Sylar used to terrify him, he's worked well enough with the police all this time that Chris has a sort of one-of-us mentality with him. He pulls at something that looks hopeful but it doesn't move.

"There look like anywhere you can lever the knife into?" asks Chris anxiously. "Usin' it like a key or sommat?" He walks quickly around the structure pulling at something else.

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"She tried to help me. This is what happens," he says, shaking his head. "-well. Not this exactly."

He looks around frantically as the ticking getting even faster. "There's a keyhole-" he says, looking up. It's a part of the main mechanism, but in an odd spot. "But where's-"

Time's up. The ticking stops for a bare moment, and then there's a loud twang. The machine moves faster than the eye can see, ripping out the sternum of both people. Parts of the rib cage come with it and dangle above the two. Blood and gore splatters everywhere.

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"I cou--" begins Chris but then the ticking stops.

He just stares for a moment, shellshocked and dripping with blood and pieces of flesh, completely unable to register what just happened.

And then he stumbles and falls sideways onto one knee, vomiting helplessly. He nearly wipes wearily at his mouth with the back of his arm when he's finished, but he realises just before doing so what his arm is covered with and gags as he tries not to throw up again. He can't make himself look back at the structure. He can't even make himself stand up yet.

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It takes a little longer than usual, but Sylar regenerates. The bone has to grow back entirely, then the flesh. His return to consciousness is signaled by a coughing fit. He takes a few moments to blink, see what's left of Emma, and realize what's happened. He steps away, out of the machine, and sinks to the floor when he finds a wall.

Emma was doomed the moment she agreed to help him, he knew that. He shouldn't have thought any differently. He'll pay attention to Chris once that's really sunk in.

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His head snaps up when Sylar coughs but then Chris remembers. Right. Sylar can come back. And now he's looked at the other body again, which makes him retch but he hasn't anything left to throw up. Spitting, he strips out of his jacket, trying not to pay attention to it as he does and then closes his eyes, holds his breath, and pulls off his knitted tank top. He wipes his face on the clean back of it once he has it off and then drops both of them on the floor and walks over to Sylar.

"M'sorry," he says, crouching down beside him. "Um. You....okay?"

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He stares at Chris as soon as he hears the 'sorry'. He just stares for a long while, then looks down at himself. He pulls a chunk of...something off his shoulder and swallows.

"I'm fine," he says, quietly. "I'm always fine."

There's a pause as he attempts to accept all this, put it into a box he can close. It might not work that way, but he's willing to try and force it. "You should go."

[justcautious.livejournal.com]

About to look around the room, Chris remembers why he doesn't want to do that and looks at the floor instead.

"Right... There a...door out, then?"

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"Behind the machine," Sylar replies, remembering. The dream will let Chris go, at least. As much as Sylar doesn't want to be alone- he's not going to make anyone else pay for his mistakes, if he can help it.

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Sorry, Sylar. Chris has been trained in the Man's Code of taking another man at his word when he says he's okay, lest he insinuate the other man is a girl.

"Ta," he says, and stands up. "Sorry." He does a sort of circuit of the room without really focussing on the main part of it, opens the door gingerly, and walks out.