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---"EXCUSE ME," SHE CHIDED, PUSHING THROUGH THE FRONT DOOR. she had just arrived at the residence of donny's davis and his compadres. she hardly paid attention to whoever opened the door. "where is donny?" she persisted as she continued on through the house she was vaguely familiar with after her first two visits. the person at the door gave her directions to his room, and she saluted them without looking back before making her way to her destination. she was quite proud of herself, really. but what she was really surprised about was her lack of surprise. she mad a discovery, a discovery that nobody else probably caught on to by themselves. she was feeling pretty on top of the world, pretty damn accomplished, and she was going to make it known and hunt her prize. of course, the prize would be the knowledge itself, and knowing donny, he was going to play it down like nothing, but syl's blind, deaf, and dead grandmother would be able to acknowledge what an accomplishment she had just achieved. sure, syl could have kept it to herself, but what would be the fun of that? she hadn't done anything particularly worthwhile lately, but this was extraordinary. gary from the liquor store couldn't have even begun what she did on his best day, and hell, she'd been a little bit buzzed when she figured it out. as far as she was concerned, she was a god damn miracle worker. all hail syl rivers, right? that was how the world should be at least, it'd be a lot smarter of a place. making her way through the house, she came to donny's door and gave a quick knock before barging in with a mischievous, snarky grin on her lips. he hadn't a clue that she was so clever. he didn't begin to understand how intellectual she was. although this would make her look like something of a stalker, but what did she care? he thought she was some sloppy mess, and she was about to prove him wrong, she was about to prove herself wrong. since when did syl rivers do anything of achievement. never, that's when. joey had been the planner, the problem solver. syl did petty work. hard work, but petty work. she had a natural knack with computers, but she wasn't extraordinary because quite frankly, she just didn't care enough to be that amazing. she wasn't trying to be revolutionary.

since that night donny had found her throwing up in the men's bathroom, syl had started to tinker with her lap top again. she didn't give up the alcohol, but she definitely toned it down. that night wasn't how she normally was anyway, it was just a brief lapse of self-control. it was a momentary period of darkness that she didn't have enough willpower to overcome. waking up in donny's house was sort of a shell shock though, she hadn't seen that coming because quite frankly, she didn't want to see it coming. she loathed donny and his arrogant mannerisms. he drove her absolutely insane, mostly because she was so used to people leaving her alone or being just as self-destructive as she was, but donny did neither. it infuriated her for some unknown reason, probably because everything pissed her off these days. she was already an angry person by nature, but being provoked only added fuel to the fire. she was burning hotly, and he added just enough kerosene to make her go supernova. what really pissed her off was the effect though, and she was determined to show him up and not let him get under her skin so easily. he wasn't going to be allowed to have that sort of hold on her, because syl was the "fuck off" girl. people weren't supposed to affect her. it didn't happen, ever. nobody really got to her, not even jamie, and he knew more about her than anybody aside from joey, and she was m.i.a. so syl had gotten back into business, which was even easier with bella back in town to connect her with contacts. as much as isabella annoyed the daylights out of her, it was nice to have her back. somebody old, somebody familiar, and somebody who reminded her of joey in the best way possible. she just had a lower tolerance of bella because of their lack of shared dna. and out of curiosity, syl started to follow donny's movements on the computer. his technique, his style. it was a little on the creepy side, how she managed to keep such a close eye on him, though sometimes his work was too intricate for her to keep up with or really comprehend in its entirety. but that was how the epiphany hit her. there was no doubt in her mind, because while she may not have such an overactive intelligence like donny, she sure as hell had common sense.

donny davis was the infamous a.heyward. everybody knew who heyward was, or had at least heard of him. maybe it was a computer geek thing, and that was why she was so aware of heyward's presence in the cyber world. he was the king of computer intellect, call it blasphemous, but he was god like. computer hackers everywhere coveted his skill. syl wasn't really jealous of it, it never affected her, because to her heyward had been like an entity, nonexistent. he didn't seem real, even though he clearly was. she had observed his work, tried to catch on to it, tried to imitate it, and she couldn't. and that, ladies and gentlemen, was how she made the connection between heyward and donny. their styles were identical, and most people probably hadn't paid close enough attention, or simply didn't have her level of skill. why hadn't the fbi hunted her down for help before? because she was god damn amazing. she would bet her bottom dollar that she was the first tech prodigy to figure it out on her own, without help, without hints. and all of a sudden she hated heyward, and she hated donny even more. was there anything this guy didn't do? he let invalids live in his house, except for syl actually liked the saucy brunette with the pretty nose. what was her name? widow? yeah, she seemed like syl's type of woman. but the rest were nobody's to her, she didn't care for them, and she assumed it went vice versa. so what was donny? a charity hospital? and then she was vaguely aware of his newfound family. jamie's girl, carly. but she didn't care enough about donny to research his past, or his family, or anything. she was just curious about his skills with a keyboard because quite frankly, she wanted to be better. although now that he was heyward, the idea of bypassing his skill seemed totally unlikely. that drove her insane, that he was so good. she wanted a tragic flaw, a hamartia, a blatant downfall. what was his secret, his vice? everybody had one, and that meant donny davis had one too. at least he didn't know hers either, he didn't seem to be aware of her past, he just knew she was a lanky blonde with a craving for some good old fashioned alcohol. that was consolation enough.

at least that was what she was trying to convince herself of.

before going to donny's house, syl had made an effort. she was feeling pretty good for the day. a few shots, a discovery. hell yeah she was feeling good. she hadn't really been up to anything productive since her sister left, but this was new, this was exciting. she was going to rub it in donny's face, and she was going to look hot doing it. she was proud of herself for not having the purple bruises under her eyes, although her knuckles were still a faded purple from when she punched that anonymous asshole a few weeks ago. she was still thinner than usual due to her lack of eating and addiction to drinking, but otherwise she looked better. healthier. her blonde locks had a glow, her eyes were vivid with color. there was a slight flush to her cheeks. she was starting to look less like a zombie, and more like the old syl. granted, she'd probably jump back into her drinking stupor, or at least it was possible, but today she was going to enjoy herself, and she was going to do it without being totally hammered, though that didn't ensure that she would be completely vodka-free. the first thing she did upon entering donny's room was throw her good fist into his arm, and then proceeded to put her hands on his chest, pushing him aside as she sat down on his bed casually. she could feel herself getting angry just being here, and she hadn't even said anything, "you're not allowed to be heyward!" she blurted out, scowling at him, her jaw clenching. why was she so moody when she was around this guy? her arms folded tightly across her chest, looking at him expectant, "i mean, what the hell! this is bull shit," she couldn't help but grin out of spite, though her eyebrows were still knit together, a fresh flame lighting up her eyes.

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[donald jeremy davis]

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His work as Heyward. Obviously. Right now, Donny was in his room at the siren house. Donny, being Donny had made the Siren house incredibly heavy when it came to surveillance. Special keys to unlock the doors, well hidden camera's to see around the house from every angle on the outside. But inside the house it was only his room that had extra security. You would not be able to see it from the outside because the mechanisms lived inside the door and frame but when you have some incredibly high end, and incredibly stolen computer equipment lining the whole back wall and half of the side wall in your bedroom, taking a little extra security precaution was necessary. His room a larger room than the other's had in the house. He kept it slightly colder for the efficiency of the machines, but obviously they were subject to a large electric signature from all of the technology in his room alone, so he only had one program running consistently and it was hacked into the satellites above. They're house would show normal heat and electronic activity if the police, FBI or anyone decided to check it out. Again, just taking some necessary precautions. And other than that, his room was very minimalistic. Table next to the computers with a fax machine, printer, scanner, a few other fun gadgets. The actual computer wall consisted of multiple monitors for different programs but it really worked as one computer. Donny had acquired multiple and taken them apart and re-worked them into one exceptionally large computers, that he sometimes had attached to one of his laptops. It kind of looked like the electronic department of a best buy, although his were of better quality thanks to his own adjustments. Walls were painted a dark blueish green (as seen in the graphic) and his bed was against the opposite wall from the computers. He had one black dresser and bookshelf and that was about it. Like I said, he kept it minimal. Right at that moment, Donny Davis was sitting in his black rotating computer chair, comfortably, bare foot, had bother to button his shirt yet, as he held his business cell to his ear. "Senator Banks please? He's expecting my call." Donny said into the phone to receptionist or secretary for one of the senators for Maryland. Senator Banks was incredibly corrupt but then again, name a politician that wasn't. He smiled as the receptionist told him she would fetch him. "Thank you." He replied as he turned in his chair, leaning back slightly. On his business phone was a voice disguiser but a higher level one that sounded like you still had a natural voice, actually, Donny over the phone, the voice disguised, sounded fairly close to Orion, which Donny found kind a funny for no particular reason. "Mr Senator! Long time no speak, I was beginning to think you were avoiding me." Donny continued with a bit of a smile as the Senator picked up the phone. You see, the senator owed Donny a bit of a solid. Or he owed Heyward a solid. "Oh come, I thought we were friends." When would people learn that you don't go to criminals favors, such as rigging an election for you, and then try to dodge paying the debt. This time, it was a flash drive of information Donny would very much enjoy having in his possession. The flash drive was top secret and actually had to deal with security codes and network information for the CIA. Why did Donny need this? Easy, he didn't. He just wanted it, for fun. And the Senator had access. "Now now Banks, no need to lie to me, I know you have the drive." Donny smirked as the Senator sounded more than a bit nervous and asked Donny how. "I can see it in your hand." Donny added spinning his chair around and watching the middle monitor that was hacked into the security system at the Senator's offices in DC and the chubby middle aged man could be seen at his desk with a flash drive in his hand, squeezing it nervously enough while speaking on the phone with Donny. The Senator on the screen looked around the room nervously before looking up at his own security camera in the corner. Donny grinned and leaned forward to use the arrow keys to make the camera move up and down as if nodding at the senator. Donny leaned back in his seat before another monitor caught his eye. Donny leaned forward as he saw Syl's familiar face appear at the front door. As Orion let her in, Donny stood up holding the phone between his ear and his shoulder, walking over to his door and unlocking it with the small keypad. Syl already knew he was a hacker. Donny had only just unlocked the door when Syl burst into the room and hit him in the arm. Donny mouthed a semi-sarcastic 'ow' at her but held up his index finger to say "one moment". "you're not allowed to be heyward!" Donny silently chuckled and shook his head while on the phone. "No it was nothing" He said to the Senator into the phone. "Just a rat that keeps breaking into my house." Donny said as he folded up the sleeves of his shirt and walked back over to the computers, "i mean, what the hell! this is bull shit," Donny gave her the "wait a moment" finger as he went over to the papers and lifted the phone from being held between his ear and shoulder, back into his hand, "Look, Senator, you get me that drive by tomorrow or -- Do really think I care what happens to you, I want that information. Look you have the instructions, you have the warning. Follow them and you have nothing to worry about, I'll take care of you." Donny said plainly into the phone before smiling, "Good man." He added into the phone before hanging it up. He placed his business cell into his pocket and then looked over at Syl who was now on his bed. So she figured it out? He had to admit, he was impressed. He had been a bit careless. Usually with his work as Donny, he changed his natural finesse of Heyward but he had let it go, the whole Salem thing was such a quick job he just assumed it would be fine. Stupid mistake. Donny nodded, "So you figured it out. Congratulations, you're the first." He said with a smile as he cut the feed to the Senator's office. He pulled the chair closer to the bed so it would be in front of Syl. "Honestly from the quality of the Salem job I assumed you wouldn't be able to piece the patterns together," He said assuming that was how she pieced it together, sitting down in front of her, "Sloppy assumption on my end, I'm happy you exceeded my expectations... those who are drunk for most of their lives tend not to have many working brain cells." Donny was probably mildly annoyed, not so much at her but at himself for making that assumption. Pride would fuck him one day. But he was not too worried, after all, Syl was another hacker, she was not going to spill. Besides, even if she did, she had no real proof. He grinned and leaned back, "You are now one of the lucky eight who know." Wid, Orion, Liz, Maggie Giovanni, Jasper, Liv, and Kale... and now Syl making eight. Unless you count some of the fun people over seas who knew his face as Heyward but not as Donny. I think that maybe I'm in over my head

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---SHE FELT GOOD, BETTER THAN SHE HAD IN A WHILE. however, if somebody had any notion that she was over her alcoholic binge and was giving it up for good, they were seriously deluded. syl drank a lot of alcohol before she'd become a semi-psychopathic addict, she had just started drinking more. maybe now she'd go back to her usual self, which basically just posed less of a danger to her liver and wasn't like putting a gun to her own head. she wasn't she about expressing her dislike of suicide, so there was no way she was going to condemn herself to it as well. sure, she didn't expect to make it to her ripe old seniority years, hell, she wasn't even counting on thirty-five at this point, but the years she did end up living, she wanted to make the very most out of them, it was the only ife she got, and she wasn't quite sure if there was a heaven or hell or if she would just be reincarnated or if life simply ended after this, so she wasn't going to sit around and let it all slip away. what if this was her only shot to live it up? precisely, so yes, she was over drinking herself into a stupor, at least for this week, but in general she wasn't going to give up her alcohol. syl wouldn't deny that it was sort of her crutch, at least not to herself. to anybody else... probably. she wasn't the type to admit weakness and this could constitute as one. what she fund comical was people seemed to think that she gave a damn about their opinion. if syl had cared what anybody else thought, she’d dress nice and do her hair and shower every single day, she'd put on makeup and maybe a bit of perfume. every single god forsaken day. was that the case? no. she was living purely for herself, which was somewhat destructive, but she'd never lived for herself before. she'd always had somebody to take care of, and somebody to take care of her. being entirely alone was a foreign territory she wasn't quite sure how to proceed through.

independence was a funny thing. it was craved by the masses, everybody wanted a piece of it, and everybody wanted to be on their own. and yet, when somebody is thrown into a chaotic world with nobody to turn to, they began to whistle a different tune. syl could remember thinking about how she'd have loved to be without her parents, to do whatever she wanted without being scolded on manners or what was right and wrong. and then, without a warning, they were dead. and all of a sudden she missed their guidance and having somebody looking out for her. she missed having somebody force her into giving hugs, somebody cooking her dinner or checking on her before bed. it was stupid, how important the little things were, and how you couldn't even begin to understand them until they were gone. but her stability had always been her kid sister, and now even she was gone, so what stability was left in syl rivers’ life was dead. it was all unstable now, and every little act of kindness, every small memory, they were gone, and they weren't worth remembering because all it did was remind her of what she no longer had. she'd rather just forget than be haunted by something she could never get back. she was at peace with her parent's death, but the turmoil between her siblings was something she wasn't going to get over easily. joey chose to leave. and liam chose to kill. she really had no idea how to handle any of that; she didn't know what to think about liam except to stay away from him. why he did what he did was beyond her, it was something she was incapable of understanding unless he sat down and explained it, and she seriously doubted that was ever going to happen, and the explanation itself may as well be tainted. to kill your own parents one had to be insane, right? but what if he had a reason... since her initiation into the criminal world, syl had seen a lot of things, a lot of betrayal, and she questioned everything she saw now. it was too confusing to think about, and she figured questioning her childhood or the motives behind the tragedy would only corrupt her memories, it was just better to forget about it and ignore it. denial was the only thing that could keep her sane.

maybe that was why donny being heyward didn't blow her away. he was very tech savvy, and she'd give it to the guy, he had the brains. why wouldn't he be heyward? it was perfectly logical, it was almost... expected, if one could expect the surprise in the first place. and looking through salem's files only made her positive about it all. donny hadn't really tried to cover it up, had he? because if he was that sloppy all the time, then somebody else was bound to figure it out sooner or later. when she began looking through salem's old stuff, she wasn't even paying attention to donny's work; it hadn't been her concern at the given moment. what she had been looking at was her own work. she was checking the mistakes, the weaknesses, the skills and techniques that needed improvement. it was only by accident that she recognized the familiarity of his hacking, and how easily he had done it. it was only then that the epiphany hit her and she had done a little more digging in order to confirm it. when she was positive, there was no way she wasn't going to confront the asshole about his newfound identity. what confused her was why a.heyward was living in some lame ass house with a ton of other seemingly homeless nimrods. then again, syl had enough money to take better care of her living situation, and she didn't, but that was because she hated being settled and in one place. she moved around too much to really care for that sort of thing. but donny davis had a house and everything, so what was his issue and why did he care enough to have a house and why was he so god damn social? it only raised more questions about him she was intent to dig up; although she was pretty sure he wasn't going to just share the story of his past with her. that seemed like a very unlikely, unless she got him hammered and he happened to be one of those mouthy drunks. though that didn't seem likely either. in fact, donny being drunk seemed unlikely in itself.

after barging into his room, she noticed all the technology thrown around the place. well suck on that donny; she did everything on her laptop without all this height techy stuff, at least that could be an excuse for being less than advanced. she rolled her eyes at his sarcasm and the scrawny index finger telling her to wait a moment. she wandered around the room impatiently, eyeing his gadgets and doodads. who was he talking to? some politician? syl folded her arms across her chest before sitting on the bed expectantly, shrugging at his congratulations and raising an eyebrow. "oh dearest donny, don't be fooled, i've had my fair share of burban this morning," she grinned. well hey, it was true. she'd taken a glass of it before brushing her teeth. did he expect anything less? so eight people knew. "eight? i'm assuming all the vagabonds living in your motherly middle class house are amongst the blessed disciples to hold the key of truth?" well, she didn't think eight people lived in this house, but oh well. "anyway, i don't really care. though i'll admit, i'm thoroughly annoyed, you asshole. guess there's no point in trying to beat you anymore." she shrugged again, leaning back on the bed with a sarcastic pout.

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[donald jeremy davis]

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Heywards first big act was causing a blackout in London. The authorities weren't able to trace it, they were not able to figure out why he had done it. All they had was a little message he left for them on a computer screen in the Parliament building that read "Thanks for your Cooperation ~ A.Heyward." That was all Donny left them. It was all he needed to leave them. They spent years trying to figure it out. Donny likes to think it was a very good thing that they never figured it out. Simply because... who would believe the truth? A thirteen year old? Capable of that? Possible, unlikely but good to look into. A thirteen year old in Chicago? Ha! As if right? But whatever, look into again. . . a thirteen year old in a public library on a crappy inner city public computer in Chicago causing a massive black out in London? Yeah, any cop or detective bringing that one into the courts would get laughed out of there. Not that he would have even gone to court. They weren't able to get anywhere near close enough to check. But hey, it got his name out there. And the big question? Why? What was he after? That was the best part. Nothing. Donny, Heyward... he was after absolutely nothing. He was bored and wanted to fuck with people while proving to himself that he could be better than his father and brother. He could be more powerful. Even if he kept it hidden from them, Donny knew. London did not have to panic. So he made them use candles and flashlights for a night. He didn't steal any account numbers. He would not have needed to cause a black out for that. He did not steal any information of any sort. He just liked seeing the lights go out on a major city on the other side of the planet and being able to say honestly that he did that. That his presence, his genius on the planet was no longer going to go by unnoticed. No, not anymore. Pure resentment grew in Donny against his father but had been something else against Jordan. Jordan was the one person, whom even now, might be able to make Donny a bit nervous. Jordan was the first born son. He was smart in a cunning sort of way more than a technical way, Donny was both. Jordan was strong. Donny was fit, always had been but compared to Jordan he still looked deathly underweight. Jordan was an incredible street fighter. Donny was better than the average street punk but compared to any major gang unit, yeah not really all there yet. Jordan was an asshole, Donny was awkward. Their father adored Jordan. Their father abhorred Donny. Let's just say the two brother's were not close. But the point was, Syl Rivers amused Donny but she never, not once intimidated him. No, she amused him with how easily annoyed she was. She intrigued him a bit because she was clearly intelligent in terms of her work and a completely self-depricating dumb-ass when it came to her life. It was almost sad and definitely pathetic. "oh dearest donny, don't be fooled, i've had my fair share of burban this morning," Donny laughed slightly and nodded, "Yeah, which just supports my assumption that you spend the majority of your time with alcohol in your system." He said plainly, a little confused by him having to reiterate his point that she seemed to want to contest but instead provided evidence for. Just Syl being Syl he supposed. "eight? i'm assuming all the vagabonds living in your motherly middle class house are amongst the blessed disciples to hold the key of truth?" Eight. Liz, Orion, Kale, Widow, Maggie, Liv, Jasper, and number eight, Syl. Kale knew for awhile. Liz, Orion, Widow, and Maggie found out when he got back, he decided to tell them, so when Liv and Jasper came to town, he felt the need to let them in. Besides, they were all they had. Donny nodded and stood up, "Yeah, them, the Basher and a high ranking member of the Italians whom I do regular business with." He replied casually, using Kale's business name. You would think he should be all worried about Syl possibly spilling the beans but honestly, she did not seem the type to snitch, two she'd never be able to prove it, three, he could easily switch their positions in that situation. What did he have to be nervous about? Donny sat down on the edge of the bed, "guess there's no point in trying to beat you anymore." Donny furrowed his brow, "Please tell me you weren't actually trying to, because if so that's a little sad." He replied snarkily with a cocky grin. He nudged her arm slightly, "Come on Sylvia, perk up. You figured it out at least, right? Be proud" He added, using her full name just to bug her. I think that maybe I'm in over my head

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