Post by rlyzitzmollz on Mar 29, 2009 11:51:23 GMT -5
In mourning after Daphne's tragic death, I have decided to write a story about her coming back. However, I don't think she will, or should, though I miss her terribly. I like the way she died though it made me cry. Anyway, here goes.
Setting: A hospital, Daphne lies in bed with a cloth over her entire body. Down the hallway, the doors burst open and Sylar enters. With a wave of his hand, all the people in the hallway are shoved to the floor and against walls. He walks up to the reception desk.
Sylar: (Sweetly) Hello. Why are you down there?
The woman cowering behind the desk stands up.
Woman: H-how may I h-help y-y-you?
Sylar: I'm having a bad day. I like hospitals, so many sick people. Thought it might...(he slits her throat with a flick of his finger) cheer me up.
Walking down the hallway, he leaves a trail of dead bodies and blood behind him. He passes Daphne's room. A tiny piece of her white blond hair is sticking out from under the cloth. On a whim, Sylar enters the room. He lifts the cloth from her face. He recognizes her. Suddenly, he is nostalgic. Zooming in on her blond hair, it suddenly changes to a slightly darker shade of blond. Zooming out, Sylar's fingers are entwined in the hair, and he is kissing Elle. This is his memory. He blinks the memory away.
Looking at his hands, they begin to form blue lightening. He clenches his hands into fists to stop the flow. He looks at Daphne.
Meanwhile, Matt enters the hospital. Seeing the mass of dead bodies, he can only think of one thing: Sylar. He rushes to Daphne's room.
Matt: Sylar! What the hell are you doing here?
Sylar: (Slowly turning) I...I can help you.
Matt: Sure, after you just killed half the people in this hospital, how do you think I am supposed to think you'll actually help me...wait...help me with what?
Sylar: I think I know a way to give Daphne her life back.
Matt: (Skeptically) How?
Sylar: Well, if I can extend my immortality to her, for just a second...
Matt: She would die as soon as you took it back.
Sylar: Then I'll give it to her.
And with that, he slices his own head open with his finger. He probes his brain for a moment. He takes Daphne's hand, while keeping one hand on the spot he needs her to touch, and places her hand there for a moment. He closes his head and it heals immediately. Matt watches from behind, jaw dropped. Daphne inhales suddenly, deeply. Matt rushes to her.
Matt: Daphne! Can you hear me, hon?
Daphne: (Weakly) M-Matt?
Matt: Yes! Daphne, it's gonna be okay! (He is smiling with relief. He turns to look at Sylar, but Sylar is already gone.)
Setting: A hospital, Daphne lies in bed with a cloth over her entire body. Down the hallway, the doors burst open and Sylar enters. With a wave of his hand, all the people in the hallway are shoved to the floor and against walls. He walks up to the reception desk.
Sylar: (Sweetly) Hello. Why are you down there?
The woman cowering behind the desk stands up.
Woman: H-how may I h-help y-y-you?
Sylar: I'm having a bad day. I like hospitals, so many sick people. Thought it might...(he slits her throat with a flick of his finger) cheer me up.
Walking down the hallway, he leaves a trail of dead bodies and blood behind him. He passes Daphne's room. A tiny piece of her white blond hair is sticking out from under the cloth. On a whim, Sylar enters the room. He lifts the cloth from her face. He recognizes her. Suddenly, he is nostalgic. Zooming in on her blond hair, it suddenly changes to a slightly darker shade of blond. Zooming out, Sylar's fingers are entwined in the hair, and he is kissing Elle. This is his memory. He blinks the memory away.
Looking at his hands, they begin to form blue lightening. He clenches his hands into fists to stop the flow. He looks at Daphne.
Meanwhile, Matt enters the hospital. Seeing the mass of dead bodies, he can only think of one thing: Sylar. He rushes to Daphne's room.
Matt: Sylar! What the hell are you doing here?
Sylar: (Slowly turning) I...I can help you.
Matt: Sure, after you just killed half the people in this hospital, how do you think I am supposed to think you'll actually help me...wait...help me with what?
Sylar: I think I know a way to give Daphne her life back.
Matt: (Skeptically) How?
Sylar: Well, if I can extend my immortality to her, for just a second...
Matt: She would die as soon as you took it back.
Sylar: Then I'll give it to her.
And with that, he slices his own head open with his finger. He probes his brain for a moment. He takes Daphne's hand, while keeping one hand on the spot he needs her to touch, and places her hand there for a moment. He closes his head and it heals immediately. Matt watches from behind, jaw dropped. Daphne inhales suddenly, deeply. Matt rushes to her.
Matt: Daphne! Can you hear me, hon?
Daphne: (Weakly) M-Matt?
Matt: Yes! Daphne, it's gonna be okay! (He is smiling with relief. He turns to look at Sylar, but Sylar is already gone.)
