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thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar and the Walker Family
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1099
Rating: PG for violence and inferred nastiness
Notes: Missing scene what happened to Molly's family
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scifi_muses Mandy: Ordinary morality is for ordinary people. – Sylar
It was so sunny and warm. I tilted my face back enough that the brim of my baseball hat wasn’t shadowing my face. Overhead a jet screamed as it took off from LAX. I had one bag with me a small black duffel with a couple of day’s worth of clothes. Other than that I was traveling light. I’d paid for my ticket with cash after taking one of the clocks to a pawnshop. They ripped me off, but I needed the money. I didn’t want any of my two credit cards traced; besides I wasn’t Gabriel Gray anymore.
I was Sylar now. Sylar didn’t need baggage or feelings. He needed power. I needed power.
James Walker was next on my list. He lived clear across the country, but I’d always wanted to go to Los Angeles. The scholarship I had to let go to waste had been for UCLA. Not my life. Not anymore. Let it go.
But I couldn’t let the anger go. My life had been wasted. So much time spent doing what she needed me to do. I couldn’t even do what she wanted me to do. I was still fuming about her when I climbed onto the bus, hunkering down into a vacant spot on my way into the suburbs. I was going to be on three different buses by the time I got to the Walker house. It had better be worth it.
The motion of the bus lulled me into sleep much better than the plane had. It was almost as if I could feel the fear of flying coming from the other passengers, but that’s not something I can do. Not yet anyway, and I don’t know if I’d want that power. I could almost taste it when I killed Trevor. I definitely did with Chandra.
Two transfers and a good nap later, I stepped out into paradise. Growing up in Queens made the middle class neighborhood look like heaven. Sprawling lawns, big houses with garages, cars parked on the driveways and in the streets. There were kids playing in the yards too, and it was like watching something from a TV show.
James Walkers’ house looked like the others in the subdivision, dark brown trim, medium brown plaster on the walls. I slipped into the shadows on the shady side of the house and peeked in through the kitchen window.
“Lunch is ready!” Mrs. Walker shouted through the house, and while I watched James came into the dining room to sit at the head of the table like the lord and master.
“Where’s Molly?” He asked as I used my telekinesis to pop open the lock on the sliding glass door with barely a thought. Using it to cushion my footfall, I made my way around the kitchen, pausing to steal a few Oreos out of an open package. With one whole cookie stuffed in my mouth, I waited and watched.
I thought Molly was the wife, but now I wasn’t sure. The pink child’s backpack on the counter next to the cookies told another story. Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn’t want to kill a little kid. I didn’t even know what James Walker could do, but I could see it. I could feel it. I wanted it.
“She must be in her room. I’ll go get her. You know how she pretends to be selectively deaf,” the mother said as she slogged up stairs, leaving me alone with James.
“Kids do that,” I said as I came out into the open, sending a flash of telekinesis at him to hold him down in the chair with a fork halfway to his mouth. An open attack is the quickest way to find out what someone can do after all. But nothing happened.
“Run!” He screamed upstairs, as I walked up next to him.
“Yeah because the kid heard your wife yelling for lunch,” I said with a smirk. “Nice house, thick walls. You’ll be dead before they come down here. Now show me what you can do James. Why were you on Suresh’s list?”
I came up next to him, my finger raised ready to begin the cut when I saw his hands glow blue, and the temperature in the room went down. My lips curled into a smile with too many teeth as I started to slice into his skull. His power flared, sending hoarfrost shimmering over his body, freezing himself in the process. I watched as his eyes went blue, then white as he turned to ice.
“Well that’s not good.” I almost stopped what I was doing, but on the off chance I could still take his power, I kept slicing. I missed the spray of blood, missed the coppery tang of it in the air. Missed the screaming, god I missed the screaming. Trevor’s death had been more fun than anything I’d ever done.
“James!” She tackled me, knocking me away from her dearly frozen hubby. I landed hard on my knees, sending a shot of pain up to my hip. “Molly hide!”
I saw a flash of dark blonde hair, heard the whimper of a little girl, and then Mrs. Walker brought a fireplace poker down on my back. I screamed and scrambled away, raising my hand and sent all the cutlery from the dining room table into her body, lifting her up and pining her to the wall.
Her screams echoed through the room as I went back to work on her husband. She was so loud I couldn’t hear where the kid had gone, but I knew I’d be running out of time soon. The walls were thick, but the kid might be calling 911.
I had to grip the edges of James’ skull with my fingers hooked in the rim to pry it open. His brain was still frozen solid. My fingers could only slip and slide along the curls and furls of the brain matter. With a snarl, I wrapped my hand around it and yanked it free.
“Looks like I’m doing takeout this time.” I glanced over at Mrs. Walker, and using my power constricted her lungs until she breathed her last. “No witnesses.”
With James brain tucked in a triple layered grocery bag, I left the same way I came in. I hoped that by the time I got a motel room that the brain would thaw enough for me to learn to use his power. Brian was dead when I did it. Trevor was on his way out. This would be a challenge.
I do love a challenge.
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1099
Rating: PG for violence and inferred nastiness
Notes: Missing scene what happened to Molly's family
Prompt:
scifi_muses Mandy: Ordinary morality is for ordinary people. – SylarIt was so sunny and warm. I tilted my face back enough that the brim of my baseball hat wasn’t shadowing my face. Overhead a jet screamed as it took off from LAX. I had one bag with me a small black duffel with a couple of day’s worth of clothes. Other than that I was traveling light. I’d paid for my ticket with cash after taking one of the clocks to a pawnshop. They ripped me off, but I needed the money. I didn’t want any of my two credit cards traced; besides I wasn’t Gabriel Gray anymore.
I was Sylar now. Sylar didn’t need baggage or feelings. He needed power. I needed power.
James Walker was next on my list. He lived clear across the country, but I’d always wanted to go to Los Angeles. The scholarship I had to let go to waste had been for UCLA. Not my life. Not anymore. Let it go.
But I couldn’t let the anger go. My life had been wasted. So much time spent doing what she needed me to do. I couldn’t even do what she wanted me to do. I was still fuming about her when I climbed onto the bus, hunkering down into a vacant spot on my way into the suburbs. I was going to be on three different buses by the time I got to the Walker house. It had better be worth it.
The motion of the bus lulled me into sleep much better than the plane had. It was almost as if I could feel the fear of flying coming from the other passengers, but that’s not something I can do. Not yet anyway, and I don’t know if I’d want that power. I could almost taste it when I killed Trevor. I definitely did with Chandra.
Two transfers and a good nap later, I stepped out into paradise. Growing up in Queens made the middle class neighborhood look like heaven. Sprawling lawns, big houses with garages, cars parked on the driveways and in the streets. There were kids playing in the yards too, and it was like watching something from a TV show.
James Walkers’ house looked like the others in the subdivision, dark brown trim, medium brown plaster on the walls. I slipped into the shadows on the shady side of the house and peeked in through the kitchen window.
“Lunch is ready!” Mrs. Walker shouted through the house, and while I watched James came into the dining room to sit at the head of the table like the lord and master.
“Where’s Molly?” He asked as I used my telekinesis to pop open the lock on the sliding glass door with barely a thought. Using it to cushion my footfall, I made my way around the kitchen, pausing to steal a few Oreos out of an open package. With one whole cookie stuffed in my mouth, I waited and watched.
I thought Molly was the wife, but now I wasn’t sure. The pink child’s backpack on the counter next to the cookies told another story. Shit. Shit. Shit. I didn’t want to kill a little kid. I didn’t even know what James Walker could do, but I could see it. I could feel it. I wanted it.
“She must be in her room. I’ll go get her. You know how she pretends to be selectively deaf,” the mother said as she slogged up stairs, leaving me alone with James.
“Kids do that,” I said as I came out into the open, sending a flash of telekinesis at him to hold him down in the chair with a fork halfway to his mouth. An open attack is the quickest way to find out what someone can do after all. But nothing happened.
“Run!” He screamed upstairs, as I walked up next to him.
“Yeah because the kid heard your wife yelling for lunch,” I said with a smirk. “Nice house, thick walls. You’ll be dead before they come down here. Now show me what you can do James. Why were you on Suresh’s list?”
I came up next to him, my finger raised ready to begin the cut when I saw his hands glow blue, and the temperature in the room went down. My lips curled into a smile with too many teeth as I started to slice into his skull. His power flared, sending hoarfrost shimmering over his body, freezing himself in the process. I watched as his eyes went blue, then white as he turned to ice.
“Well that’s not good.” I almost stopped what I was doing, but on the off chance I could still take his power, I kept slicing. I missed the spray of blood, missed the coppery tang of it in the air. Missed the screaming, god I missed the screaming. Trevor’s death had been more fun than anything I’d ever done.
“James!” She tackled me, knocking me away from her dearly frozen hubby. I landed hard on my knees, sending a shot of pain up to my hip. “Molly hide!”
I saw a flash of dark blonde hair, heard the whimper of a little girl, and then Mrs. Walker brought a fireplace poker down on my back. I screamed and scrambled away, raising my hand and sent all the cutlery from the dining room table into her body, lifting her up and pining her to the wall.
Her screams echoed through the room as I went back to work on her husband. She was so loud I couldn’t hear where the kid had gone, but I knew I’d be running out of time soon. The walls were thick, but the kid might be calling 911.
I had to grip the edges of James’ skull with my fingers hooked in the rim to pry it open. His brain was still frozen solid. My fingers could only slip and slide along the curls and furls of the brain matter. With a snarl, I wrapped my hand around it and yanked it free.
“Looks like I’m doing takeout this time.” I glanced over at Mrs. Walker, and using my power constricted her lungs until she breathed her last. “No witnesses.”
With James brain tucked in a triple layered grocery bag, I left the same way I came in. I hoped that by the time I got a motel room that the brain would thaw enough for me to learn to use his power. Brian was dead when I did it. Trevor was on his way out. This would be a challenge.
I do love a challenge.
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