No Rays From Heaven

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“I know who you are, stag.”
The dark, damp atmosphere that surrounded Dario was nothing less than his worst nightmare. The cuffs binding his hands behind his back cut into his wrists like blades into flesh, and any movement would guarantee further pain. He’d been down there for at least a day by this point… maybe longer? He couldn’t fathom how to distinguish time. Sylar paced the length of the cramped holding that kept the deer captive, occasionally glancing over to him in between words.
“I’ve had somewhat of a… fascination, with you. If you would like to call it that. I believe that you and I have far more in common than you would think.” He crouched down to meet Dario at eye level, nearly spitting in his face as he spoke. “You came back, what, not even a decade ago? Do you remember the sensation of life being forced back into your lungs?”
He ran a talon against the deer’s bare chest, pushing it further against the skin until it began to bleed. Dario forced his eyes shut and stifled any noise his body instinctually wanted to make.
“I know why you are out here. You’re seeking something, stag. I have ears where you would least expect them. So youthful, so earnest…” He stood once more, asserting his current standing with his captive. “One does not regain the gift of life with the ability to exploit it as you have. There is something different about you… different from the others who returned to fight in Ragnarok.”
He grabbed the chain that held Dario’s frail figure confined against the wall behind him, pulling up in a quick jerking motion. Had he not been able to move the slightest bit with the pull, the deer was convinced that his wrists would have shattered. This didn’t lessen the immense pain he felt, however. He let out a piercing yelp as tears began to fall from his eyes. I’m dead. I’m fucking dead.
“You and I… we’re going to be a team, yes? We both want the same thing – self-preservation. A future for half-breeds. Where I believe we differ is where we place ourselves in that hierarchy.” He dropped the chain, watching the stag’s arms fall, with shackles cracking against Dario’s back. Sylar watched the deer shake at the progressive inflictions, hoping this would be enough to break him. “You have something I want.”
He walked away from Dario, hoping it would grant a temporary sense of relief. He needed him to talk.
“Eternity. I want to live as you’ve been… blessed with, let’s say. I will not accept anything but your direct confirmation of how you’ve done it, and I think I’ve made myself very clear in my methods if you don’t feel up to cooperation.” He grabbed the stool placed next to the entrance and sat in a fashion that Dario could only perceive as deceptively calm. “My name is Sylar. Here is our current predicament: you want to leave this place alive, and I want to share in your existential gifts. I think we can come to quite a beautiful compromise, don’t you?”
Dario could feel his fear and pain develop into… rage. This was one of the few times the stag had ever felt a burning in his chest. Even if he knew, Dario could never let someone of Sylar’s intentions take advantage of his plight. His emotions rising, he was no longer in control of his words.
“Go fuck yourself, Sylar.”
The hawk sat motionless for a moment before releasing a loud chuckle. I would expect nothing less, coward.
“Oh, that’s… wonderful. You sound so different from the stories I’ve heard, Dario Hjort. A pathetic deer of no real past, and no definable future. Reliant on the good graces of those who succumb to offerings of pity on you. A Rebellion you hardly know, and one that may not even be there when… my apologies, if you return.” He quickly stood, kicking the stool to the side of the room and hastily moving towards Dario. Once within reach, he placed his talons around the neck of his prey, applying just enough pressure to watch his face lose color. “I care not if you die here, and as you probably know, nobody else will either. You have nothing in this world except me now.” Before Dario could even try to push words out through the choke, Sylar pushed with full force and knocked the back of Dario’s head against the wall behind him. A quick wince and audible cry in pain was all the deer could exude before falling onto his side, wrists still suspended.
“You have all the time in the world, don’t you, Dario?” Sylar walked to the entrance once more, glancing over to the heap of terrorized flesh and bone. “I don’t imagine you want this for the rest of your existence. We will try again tomorrow.”
–
He could see it as if it were an apparition before him – the stone, the boy… he could feel the ropes that bind him. Every few moments, the sprint over to Vox would replay in his mind. He could see the glow. He could hear his words reverberating around his skull.
The scene was often replaced with one of his father. The incantation always sounded better coming from him. The encouragement, the warning…
…the warning.
In a half-conscious state, Dario felt his entire body burn with a fury… but knowing, now… fully knowing what had transpired that day, when he shot towards Vox in a futile attempt at rescue. Until this point, it was nothing but a blur of scenes that he could never entirely piece together. There was nothing selfless about his actions, and the sudden realization was more punishment than any harm Sylar could inflict on him.
I tried to invoke the incantation on myself, and I failed.
I failed, and because I returned to life, I still have to pay that debt.
I did this.
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