Like Birds of Prey

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The dwelling Sylar had dragged him to was as dreary as he anticipated it would be. Dario nearly tripped as the hawk threw him through the open doorway and stood opposite him across the room.
“Do not try anything with me, child.” The hawk kept his distance; his eyes surveyed every slight movement that the stag made. “This will be the last time we have this conversation, and I do hope I can count on your full cooperation this time.”
With heavy breaths, Dario stared back at the half-breed that had haunted him endlessly. He wanted to harm him - an emotion he didn’t feel entirely comfortable having - but there was nothing certain in trying anything now. He only had their small separation to work with.
“I can’t help you, Sylar. I can’t give you what you want.”
The hawk took one step forward, his talons making an echoing clicking sound against the wood. The next step felt slower, and every movement seemed tactical.
“Oh, but that’s not what I want to hear, now is it?” He smiled, as best a monster could. “That’s… disappointing. I will be candid with you, stag. I had a feeling this would be the case.”
Dario stepped back in synchronization with Sylar, glancing back to see how much room he would have before he was cornered. His mind raced with every prospect of escape; each one failing when put to a hypothetical execution.
“Then… what?” The deer’s voice was much more confident that it had been in the past, at least when coming face to face with Sylar. “Why are you doing this?”
The bird of prey stopped, emitting a low rumble of a chuckle.
“Because I do not need you for what I seek, child. It was merely a hope to make things move along faster.” The small paces resumed, until Sylar stood within inches of Dario’s face. “I may not get what I had originally intended from you… but even still, I can’t allow you to continue jeopardizing everything I am destined to accomplish.”
He raised a single talon to run lightly along Dario’s face, in almost a copycat pattern to what he left on Blair’s.
“I simply wanted eternity. You can understand better than most, I suppose… but you had to intervene in a manner that cost me more than I had ever planned. Tell me…” He stopped the talon, digging it behind Dario’s jaw. The deer recoiled, but stopped in time to keep the claw from sinking too deep. “…do you remember her name?”
“Wh-” Dario had a look of genuine confusion at the question. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Ah.” Sylar had no external reaction to the reply. He continued to smile, pulling at his prey’s jaw in small increments. “How very convenient for you.”
Without warning, Sylar adjusted his talons to grip the back of Dario’s head, throwing him across the room to the floor. Before the deer could turn himself around to defend, the hawk dug his claws into Dario’s back, performing another hefty toss. The second landing found his head colliding with an empty shelf; his ears rang out as he scrambled around in a daze to protect himself. A third grip was placed around a wrist that had been reaching out to grab anything at all, and out of desperation, Dario yelled the first incantation that came to his mind, encasing the two in a blaze.
“You fucking-” Sylar launched himself back, flapping his wings to extinguish any lingering flames on his body. Smoke stung his eyes, forcing them shut as he regained his bearings. “Serena! Her name was Serena, you pathetic, worthless-”
The wind was knocked out of him before he could finish his sentence. The stag had rushed forward, forgetting in the moment that his antlers were no longer present, and collided with his head against Sylar’s chest. The two were flung through the same doorway they had just entered, and in a blind rage, Dario began swinging. Each punch landed in with surprising accuracy. His only saving grace was that Sylar had made the decision to protect his head, and with Dario’s positioning on top of him, all he had to do was continue his onslaught of hits before the hawk had a chance to return combat. His lungs burned with every labored breath, but there was just enough in him to yell as he continued to pummel Sylar.