Oh, the guy was good. Good because Matt hadn't quite noticed him either - he must have been focused on his silence and his task something fierce. But the mental cry of alarm was loud enough to Matt who immediately called to Molly's mind to go hide, and she trusted him enough to duck away immediately, eyes wide as she found a vantage point and tried to see what had happened. She was scared.
Matt had whirled around immediately, reflexes kicking in quickly, honed by the month in the ghost town. He had his gun pointed to the man and ignored Mohinder's face completely for the time being as he took a step forwards, looking utterly dangerous. Jaw set. Eyes almost black.
He recognised this man. One of Lord Crazy's crew, a bit older, graying at the temples. He had a knife held to Mohinder's throat.
"Are you alone?"
Matt snapped it, already reaching for his mind. The man didn't say anything, so Matt ripped into his head. It was fast and probably painful judging by the way the man twitched, but then he slowly moved his hand away from Mohinder's neck, dropping the knife on the floor, and even more slowly took a step back.
Matt slammed him into the nearest wall. He had his arm pressed up beneath the guy's chin, cutting off his air supply, muzzle of the gun pressed firmly against his forehead.
That got his attention and he opened his mouth to say something but Matt was beyond listening at that point and after ensuring the man wouldn't go anywhere, he lifted his arm from where it was held over his neck to put his palm against his forehead. Things were silent after that.
At least until his body dropped to the ground, eyes rolled back into his sockets and mouth slightly open, and Matt stepped away from him in disgust.
He stepped over the knife which had a thin edge of blood on it. He'd shifted focus already, taking the few steps he needed to get to Mohinder and reached out to him, voice a bit breathless and raw when he asked, "You okay?"
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Matt had whirled around immediately, reflexes kicking in quickly, honed by the month in the ghost town. He had his gun pointed to the man and ignored Mohinder's face completely for the time being as he took a step forwards, looking utterly dangerous. Jaw set. Eyes almost black.
He recognised this man. One of Lord Crazy's crew, a bit older, graying at the temples. He had a knife held to Mohinder's throat.
"Are you alone?"
Matt snapped it, already reaching for his mind. The man didn't say anything, so Matt ripped into his head. It was fast and probably painful judging by the way the man twitched, but then he slowly moved his hand away from Mohinder's neck, dropping the knife on the floor, and even more slowly took a step back.
Matt slammed him into the nearest wall. He had his arm pressed up beneath the guy's chin, cutting off his air supply, muzzle of the gun pressed firmly against his forehead.
That got his attention and he opened his mouth to say something but Matt was beyond listening at that point and after ensuring the man wouldn't go anywhere, he lifted his arm from where it was held over his neck to put his palm against his forehead. Things were silent after that.
At least until his body dropped to the ground, eyes rolled back into his sockets and mouth slightly open, and Matt stepped away from him in disgust.
He stepped over the knife which had a thin edge of blood on it. He'd shifted focus already, taking the few steps he needed to get to Mohinder and reached out to him, voice a bit breathless and raw when he asked, "You okay?"