We've got all the time in the world. Mohinder lives in such a bad neighborhood. Even with all the screaming moments ago, I can't hear anyone who's even close to coming to check. And my hearing is pretty damn good.
"Let's see what you got..." I mutter it to myself, dislodging the piece of glass in his head before I rip into him. It would only be in the way, especially since it's right where I usually dip my fingers in.
Warning: Graphic violence, swearing, death, hot sex. Don't come fucking crying to me if it offends your sensitive self. Also warning if you don't like seeing Nathan die. Oops.
Finding a time traveler and ripping his power out of his skull was the best investment I ever did. There was no limit to the damage I could do with it, to time or to people I detested. It had led me to this time and place, one wet dock in Cork, Ireland. It is raining and cold, but I don't care about that. My focus is on the container in front of me and the person I can feel inside it. If my calculations are correct, I'd be arriving just before someone else finds him.
I wave a finger at the doors, breaking it open and stepping inside. Oh yeah, my information was correct.
"Fancy finding someone like you in here." Cuffed up, no shirt, confused. Fuck, he's practically gift wrapped, ready to ship away. Oh Pete, I'm going to have such fun with this. "You're coming with me, we got to get a move on." I ignore the look he's giving me, snapping the chain of the handcuff instead and grabbing him by the shoulder.
Warning: Graphic violence, swearing, death, hot sex. Don't come fucking crying to me if it offends your sensitive self.