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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 882
Rating: Work safe, some swearing - PG13
Notes: Missing scene between – Our Fathers and Dual – season 3 of Heroes
Prompt: Kratos: [to Ares] The monster you created has returned... to kill you!![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
It hurt, and I felt like an idiot for letting it. Wasn’t I above that? Above needing a human connection? Didn’t I kill Elle, so I had no ties? So I’d be free to do whatever I wanted to whoever I wanted… Elle Bishop would have been the proverbial ball and chain. Bennet could use her as a weapon against me. Hell he already had when he slit my throat in the grocery store while I let her escape.
Then I found out she’d lied to me again. She knew damn well that Arthur wasn’t my father, and she’d gone along with his little story. She let me kiss his ass while he used me. But let’s not forget, I was being used by Angela already. I was there to save Saint Peter from Evil Daddy, and I’d done that.
I’d saved little Peter Petrelli from the guilt of murdering his own father by doing it for him. I was such a good brother. Arthur said I was family, and my lie detection ability hadn’t reacted. It did when he said he was my father. I was tied to the Petrellis somehow, and I would find out the answer if I had to peel Angela like a grape. Mommy was the keeper of secrets and lies.
The records room was locked tight as Fort Knox, and it might have kept out other specials. But it couldn’t keep me out. The doors were heavy as a bank vault’s, but they flew free with a wave of my hand as my telekinesis ripped them off their hinges. There was a crash like thunder when they hit the wall behind me. Security wouldn’t be an issue. I already killed all of them on my way in.
I was in control of the chess board now not Angela Petrelli. I couldn’t wait for her to see what her pawn had thought up to break her. She wasn’t the Queen anymore. She was meat.
The racks of computers were silent as I walked into the stuffy room. Elle’s blast had fried them when I first found the Company, and they’d focused on repairing security before restoring their lost data. I didn’t blame them. They had me and Arthur to worry about. It was all too little too late on both fronts.
“Now do I start with ‘Sylar’ or ‘Gabriel Gray’?” I asked as I ran my fingers over the file cabinet handles. Thanks to Angela’s gift, I could see each and every person who’d ever opened the drawers. I used that ability to look for familiar faces, Noah, Elle and Angela seemed the most likely choices, but I couldn’t take chances.
Gabriel’s file came first, the lock on the drawer popping off as easy as the top of a cheerleader’s skull. It was thick. I expected it would be. I took it over to the nearest desk, and spread the yellowing papers apart. Dozens of pictures were shoved between the pages. I laid them out chronologically backwards from when I ran out of my apartment covered in Trevor’s blood to when I was a child getting out of my parent’s car in Queens.
“Jesus.” In my gut I always had a feeling that I’d been watched, but this proved it all. These weren’t pictures of Virginia’s they’d stolen and copied. These were surveillance photos of Gabriel Gray growing up. I dug through the pages, looking for something about who my parents were, but there was nothing before Virginia, nothing before my arrival in Queens. “Son of a bitch.”
There was other information though. A record of every customer I ever had at the shop, and a list of what they needed or bought was tucked into a separate section along with a reimbursement note by the Company. They’d been the reason the shop could pay my rent and my mothers. They’d kept me in business all that time.
“They’d been waiting for me to kill. Waiting for me to become a weapon.” More questions I’d have to ask Angela when I had her where I wanted her, which would be pissing in her pants terrified. That thought alone made me smile as I yanked off the front of the drawer with my other file.
But it was empty. There was no file on Sylar in paper. “Shit.”
I wanted to find a way into the computer records, but I didn’t have time for that now. My guests had arrived. I could feel them. I left the file on Gabriel Gray behind, like I’d left being him behind the day I killed Chandra Suresh. He’d died the day Virginia died. I was Sylar now through and through.
I checked the security cameras when I got into the control room, stepping over the corpses I’d made when I arrived. There they were, Angela Petrelli, Claire Bennet, her bio mom, Meredith, and the man I hated more than anyone else on Earth, Noah Bennet.
“Who’s the monster now?” I flicked on the microphone with a thought, and sat down to tell them exactly what I thought of them. It was time for the game to begin. They were the rats in my maze. I couldn’t wait to see how long it took Claire to realize she was just like me.
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 882
Rating: Work safe, some swearing - PG13
Notes: Missing scene between – Our Fathers and Dual – season 3 of Heroes
Prompt: Kratos: [to Ares] The monster you created has returned... to kill you!
scifi_musesIt hurt, and I felt like an idiot for letting it. Wasn’t I above that? Above needing a human connection? Didn’t I kill Elle, so I had no ties? So I’d be free to do whatever I wanted to whoever I wanted… Elle Bishop would have been the proverbial ball and chain. Bennet could use her as a weapon against me. Hell he already had when he slit my throat in the grocery store while I let her escape.
Then I found out she’d lied to me again. She knew damn well that Arthur wasn’t my father, and she’d gone along with his little story. She let me kiss his ass while he used me. But let’s not forget, I was being used by Angela already. I was there to save Saint Peter from Evil Daddy, and I’d done that.
I’d saved little Peter Petrelli from the guilt of murdering his own father by doing it for him. I was such a good brother. Arthur said I was family, and my lie detection ability hadn’t reacted. It did when he said he was my father. I was tied to the Petrellis somehow, and I would find out the answer if I had to peel Angela like a grape. Mommy was the keeper of secrets and lies.
The records room was locked tight as Fort Knox, and it might have kept out other specials. But it couldn’t keep me out. The doors were heavy as a bank vault’s, but they flew free with a wave of my hand as my telekinesis ripped them off their hinges. There was a crash like thunder when they hit the wall behind me. Security wouldn’t be an issue. I already killed all of them on my way in.
I was in control of the chess board now not Angela Petrelli. I couldn’t wait for her to see what her pawn had thought up to break her. She wasn’t the Queen anymore. She was meat.
The racks of computers were silent as I walked into the stuffy room. Elle’s blast had fried them when I first found the Company, and they’d focused on repairing security before restoring their lost data. I didn’t blame them. They had me and Arthur to worry about. It was all too little too late on both fronts.
“Now do I start with ‘Sylar’ or ‘Gabriel Gray’?” I asked as I ran my fingers over the file cabinet handles. Thanks to Angela’s gift, I could see each and every person who’d ever opened the drawers. I used that ability to look for familiar faces, Noah, Elle and Angela seemed the most likely choices, but I couldn’t take chances.
Gabriel’s file came first, the lock on the drawer popping off as easy as the top of a cheerleader’s skull. It was thick. I expected it would be. I took it over to the nearest desk, and spread the yellowing papers apart. Dozens of pictures were shoved between the pages. I laid them out chronologically backwards from when I ran out of my apartment covered in Trevor’s blood to when I was a child getting out of my parent’s car in Queens.
“Jesus.” In my gut I always had a feeling that I’d been watched, but this proved it all. These weren’t pictures of Virginia’s they’d stolen and copied. These were surveillance photos of Gabriel Gray growing up. I dug through the pages, looking for something about who my parents were, but there was nothing before Virginia, nothing before my arrival in Queens. “Son of a bitch.”
There was other information though. A record of every customer I ever had at the shop, and a list of what they needed or bought was tucked into a separate section along with a reimbursement note by the Company. They’d been the reason the shop could pay my rent and my mothers. They’d kept me in business all that time.
“They’d been waiting for me to kill. Waiting for me to become a weapon.” More questions I’d have to ask Angela when I had her where I wanted her, which would be pissing in her pants terrified. That thought alone made me smile as I yanked off the front of the drawer with my other file.
But it was empty. There was no file on Sylar in paper. “Shit.”
I wanted to find a way into the computer records, but I didn’t have time for that now. My guests had arrived. I could feel them. I left the file on Gabriel Gray behind, like I’d left being him behind the day I killed Chandra Suresh. He’d died the day Virginia died. I was Sylar now through and through.
I checked the security cameras when I got into the control room, stepping over the corpses I’d made when I arrived. There they were, Angela Petrelli, Claire Bennet, her bio mom, Meredith, and the man I hated more than anyone else on Earth, Noah Bennet.
“Who’s the monster now?” I flicked on the microphone with a thought, and sat down to tell them exactly what I thought of them. It was time for the game to begin. They were the rats in my maze. I couldn’t wait to see how long it took Claire to realize she was just like me.
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