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thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar, Lydia and Arnold
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 596
Rating: PG 13 - murder, blood, swearing
Notes: 'Verse Carny Queen
Prompt: Oogie Boogie Man: I am the shadow on the moon at night / Filling your dreams to the brim with fright. for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
You’d think I’d be happier having my body back. I got to utterly destroy Angela Petrelli. I’m working my considerable charms on Lydia. Gabriel’s nagging is at a minimum. I copied Lydia’s ability, and her brand of empathy is incredible. The sex was mind blowing. I’ve never come so hard in my life, but she was alive. I didn’t kill her.
I’m in the middle of the greatest salad bar in creation… which is the root of the problem. So much fucking foreplay and I didn’t get to come once. No wonder I’ve got the munchies.
I climb over Lydia as carefully as I can. I don’t want to wake her up. Note to self, do not spoon when you want to get up to do something like say pee or commit murder in the middle of the night. It’s still weird that Samuel hasn’t come back around.
The carnival is in full swing when I drop down from Lydia’s trailer. I’m still wearing the black sweater and feeling more myself than ever before after my cozy nap. My eyes drift over the specials as I saunter through the crowds. They’re all so very busy entertaining and milking the audience, taking one of them will have to wait. I need someone they won’t notice too quickly.
I also need someone to take the blame. A quick stop in Edgar's trailer gets me what I need. One of his knives. I don't touch it with my hand. In case someone else here can do psychometry, I can't afford to have my imprint on it. Instead I lift it with telekinesis into one of Edgar's shirts where I wrap it up tight.
The old man, Arnold, their time traveler is the perfect choice. I’ve always wanted Hiro’s ability, and since the little shit isn’t around, why not take it from the geezer. It’ll be a mercy killing.
His trailer smells like death and has that old man stink my father’s did. I can hear him wheezing around the tubes in his nose, his soggy breath gurgling as he struggles to stay alive. He’s weak. The brain tumor has done so much damage, but I can still see where his power waits for my questing fingers.
My father mocked me for always taking the easy prey. In this instance he’s probably right, but I’d be a fool to pass up this chance. The old man’ll be dead soon enough anyway. I take a towel from near his sink, and drape it over my chest to keep the blood splatter to a minimum. I like this sweater, and don’t feel like making excuses to the Queen of the Carnival when I get home.
“Hi Arnold, I’m Sylar, a friend of Samuels.” Sitting on the edge of his bed, I make the cut as quickly as I can. He’s on enough drugs not to scream. “Like candy from a baby.”
I’m torn between leaving the body there for Samuel to find, and doing the smart thing. The smart thing wins as usual, and I use the power for the first time to send Arnold’s body someplace far, far away. The bloody pillow on the other hand, that I leave for them all to see along with Edgar's blood stained blade that I 'accidentally' leave beneath the edge of the bed.
Then I teleport back into Lydia’s bed, and wrap my arms around her, my lips on the back of her neck while my fingers trace over the blossom I marked her with. She is mine. Soon the rest of this dump will be too.
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 596
Rating: PG 13 - murder, blood, swearing
Notes: 'Verse Carny Queen
Prompt: Oogie Boogie Man: I am the shadow on the moon at night / Filling your dreams to the brim with fright. for
scifi_musesYou’d think I’d be happier having my body back. I got to utterly destroy Angela Petrelli. I’m working my considerable charms on Lydia. Gabriel’s nagging is at a minimum. I copied Lydia’s ability, and her brand of empathy is incredible. The sex was mind blowing. I’ve never come so hard in my life, but she was alive. I didn’t kill her.
I’m in the middle of the greatest salad bar in creation… which is the root of the problem. So much fucking foreplay and I didn’t get to come once. No wonder I’ve got the munchies.
I climb over Lydia as carefully as I can. I don’t want to wake her up. Note to self, do not spoon when you want to get up to do something like say pee or commit murder in the middle of the night. It’s still weird that Samuel hasn’t come back around.
The carnival is in full swing when I drop down from Lydia’s trailer. I’m still wearing the black sweater and feeling more myself than ever before after my cozy nap. My eyes drift over the specials as I saunter through the crowds. They’re all so very busy entertaining and milking the audience, taking one of them will have to wait. I need someone they won’t notice too quickly.
I also need someone to take the blame. A quick stop in Edgar's trailer gets me what I need. One of his knives. I don't touch it with my hand. In case someone else here can do psychometry, I can't afford to have my imprint on it. Instead I lift it with telekinesis into one of Edgar's shirts where I wrap it up tight.
The old man, Arnold, their time traveler is the perfect choice. I’ve always wanted Hiro’s ability, and since the little shit isn’t around, why not take it from the geezer. It’ll be a mercy killing.
His trailer smells like death and has that old man stink my father’s did. I can hear him wheezing around the tubes in his nose, his soggy breath gurgling as he struggles to stay alive. He’s weak. The brain tumor has done so much damage, but I can still see where his power waits for my questing fingers.
My father mocked me for always taking the easy prey. In this instance he’s probably right, but I’d be a fool to pass up this chance. The old man’ll be dead soon enough anyway. I take a towel from near his sink, and drape it over my chest to keep the blood splatter to a minimum. I like this sweater, and don’t feel like making excuses to the Queen of the Carnival when I get home.
“Hi Arnold, I’m Sylar, a friend of Samuels.” Sitting on the edge of his bed, I make the cut as quickly as I can. He’s on enough drugs not to scream. “Like candy from a baby.”
I’m torn between leaving the body there for Samuel to find, and doing the smart thing. The smart thing wins as usual, and I use the power for the first time to send Arnold’s body someplace far, far away. The bloody pillow on the other hand, that I leave for them all to see along with Edgar's blood stained blade that I 'accidentally' leave beneath the edge of the bed.
Then I teleport back into Lydia’s bed, and wrap my arms around her, my lips on the back of her neck while my fingers trace over the blossom I marked her with. She is mine. Soon the rest of this dump will be too.
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