[Voice Post] Trapped
Oct. 11th, 2007 12:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
makes_you_tick[Murmurs, metal sliding on metal]
No- NO. Not here- not again, NO!
[hands pounding on glass, incoherent yelling]
.......... [click]
"Hello, Gabriel. For nearly a year now, you've been striving towards your goal, making yourself more powerful, more...perfect. Taking the lives of people to add their abilities to your own. You've made a lot of progress, and you have complete faith in everything you've stolen. But do you have faith in yourself?
I want to play a game. You will find that your stolen abilities are gone- for the duration of this game, I have removed them. To your left, you'll see a bandsaw. It is powered by a source outside your room. To your right, you'll find a bathtub. The person under the water isn't dead- he is only sleeping. He has something you need.
In seven minutes, this room will be flooded. It will stay that way for fifteen minutes, then drain. After that time, the exit will unlock and you will be free to go.
So what will you do, Sylar? Live or die. Make your choice."
[Tick, tick, tick, tick...]
...choice? There's no choice.
Oh- I see how you're breathing...
[Splashing, and then the buzzsaw]
[Tick, tick, tick...]
No- NO. Not here- not again, NO!
[hands pounding on glass, incoherent yelling]
.......... [click]
"Hello, Gabriel. For nearly a year now, you've been striving towards your goal, making yourself more powerful, more...perfect. Taking the lives of people to add their abilities to your own. You've made a lot of progress, and you have complete faith in everything you've stolen. But do you have faith in yourself?
I want to play a game. You will find that your stolen abilities are gone- for the duration of this game, I have removed them. To your left, you'll see a bandsaw. It is powered by a source outside your room. To your right, you'll find a bathtub. The person under the water isn't dead- he is only sleeping. He has something you need.
In seven minutes, this room will be flooded. It will stay that way for fifteen minutes, then drain. After that time, the exit will unlock and you will be free to go.
So what will you do, Sylar? Live or die. Make your choice."
[Tick, tick, tick, tick...]
...choice? There's no choice.
Oh- I see how you're breathing...
[Splashing, and then the buzzsaw]
[Tick, tick, tick...]
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Filtered to Sylar; unhackable
Date: 2007-10-11 04:53 am (UTC)Re: Filtered to Sylar; unhackable
Date: 2007-10-11 04:56 am (UTC)I'll be fine.
[More buzzing noises]
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Date: 2007-10-19 12:43 am (UTC)There was another couple of clicks, behind the walls, and the water starts pouring in through small vents in the ground.
And then there was the recording again. But instead of congratulating him, it said- "You lost."
The water was steaming up around his shoes- no, no, it was eating his shoes. "If only you had looked. The screwdriver that man was holding wasn't enough for you, was it? It would've been enough to take apart the clock over the door. You had the knowledge to dismantle the mechanism, but you didn't even think of it, did you? Goodbye, Sylar."
He yelled loudly as the acid started to burn his feet. It hurt, it hurt and he felt so stupid. He ripped the clock off the wall, but he already knew it was too late to stop it.
In a last ditch effort, he pressed himself to the ceiling, a mockery of how he'd treated people in the past, and he tried to figure out some way to open the door, the one he couldn't even see now. The fumes had already badly damaged his eyes.
Eventually that, too, proved useless. He burned away to nothing.