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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacters: Sylar and OC
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17 by the time I'm done
Word Count: 1672
Part: 5/10
Notes: Violence and blood - happy now?
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
They got to the house before we did. The team was a lot smaller for the Invisible Man than it had been to come after Sylar. They were still wearing the same combat gear though.
“I don’t suppose it occurred to these guys to pretend to be Jehovah Witnesses to get in the door?” Sylar said with a sly grin. “Excuse me sir, have you read the latest Watch Tower?”
“Subtle they are not,” I agreed with him. We were hiding at the neighbor’s house, both of us tucked up on their white washed porch. It was a picturesque Southern neighborhood, lots of white pickets fences and trees over flowing with peach blossoms. I hoped the commandos didn’t feel the need to blow the man’s house up like they had mine. “But they don’t have him. Yet.”
“I used to be able to hear from here, but I lost that ability. It’s a shame. It would have come in handy.”
“And they’ll know what we look like, so it’s not like we can stroll on over.” I ran my fingers through my nearly cut hair. No more ponytails for me. “Well I might be able to, but no way you can.”
“Do you think he’s inside? Hiding?” Sylar’s gaze shifted towards the two story house. There were a trio of armed men at the front door and one man at the back.
“Let me try something.” I closed my eyes and opened up whatever it was in me that let me feel what other people were feeling. It was hard to block out Sylar’s emotions. They were too much like mine, and it took some effort to shove them aside. The army was a little different. “They’re spooked and excited. Confused that they haven’t found him. He’s inside the house. He’s terrified.”
“You can feel him from all the way over here.” His grin spread as I opened my eyes. “Nice, maybe I need to learn what you can do.”
“As long as it doesn’t require you digging around in my skull I’m fine with that.” I wiped my palms over my thighs to wipe the sweat away. “Any ideas?”
“You go in the house, and I’ll take out the bad guys.”
“I thought we were the bad guys?” I teased as we slipped down from the porch and into the garden.
“We don’t want him to know that now do we?”
I followed him as he slipped over the fence into the Invisible Man’s backyard. He took out the lone guard with a flick of his fingers, snapping his neck instantly. As I dashed up the back steps, Sylar let the body sink to the ground. Inside the house the man’s terror was like a beacon. It blinded me to anything else at first, and I had to concentrate to get past it. As scared as he was, anyone should have been able to feel him.
As I stepped into the kitchen I had to thread my way through the carnage left behind by the men who had been searching the house. From the front porch I could hear them explaining to their commander that the house was empty. Hopefully he wouldn’t order them to come back inside for a second look. That would be inconvenient, not that I held much hope that there wouldn’t be blood on my hands too soon enough.
The fear was coming from upstairs. He’d gone up instead of down, leaving himself with no escape route unless he knew how to fly too. I walked up the steps as quickly and quietly as I could, homing in on the terror. My skin was crawling by the time I found the right bedroom. My first instinct was to go for the closet, but it was obvious that they’d already searched it. Clothing and more was spread all over the room like a hurricane had gone through it.
“I know you’re here. My name is Rachel, and I’m here to rescue you.” Once again with the Star Wars lines…I turned in a slow circle, stopping when I was facing the space behind the bedroom door. “I can feel your fear.”
Outside there was a torrent of gun fire and screams of frustration and anger. Sylar wasn’t making it easy for them which wasn’t a good sign. It meant he was playing with them. Too bad I was missing it.
“You can’t see me,” his voice quavered. “They don’t know I’m home.”
“I know, which is why you should come with me now. They’ll start looking again or toss in a can of tear gas. It doesn’t matter if you’re invisible if they do that. These same guys blew up my house when they tried to capture me and my brother.” I stepped over the mounds of clothes to take a peek out the window. “We came to help you.”
He came up behind me and as I turned the invisibility dropped off of him like he’d been hiding under a sheet. I wanted to do what Sylar had told me about, to feel how his ability worked and what he did to make it happen, but I couldn’t feel past his fear and confusion. Billy was a nerdy kind of guy. A bit round around the gut with a ring of graying hair, he wasn’t anything to write home about.
“Where are we going to go, Rachel?”
“Gabriel and I have a car down the block. We can get to it, and then we’re heading to Florida. There’s supposed to be a safe house in Florida for people like us.” I held my hand out to him. He looked down at it. “I know you don’t trust me, but just remember I’m not the one who did this to your house. We’re trying to help you.”
The men in black helped make up Billy’s mind for me when the canister of tear gas came sailing through the window. I threw a mound of clothes on top of it and grabbed his hand. I dragged him along behind me all the way out to the back door. By the time we hit the open air his terror had been flavored with anger.
“I know just how you feel, Billy. The assholes blew up my house.”
“Just get me out of here.”
***
Sylar pulled the SUV through the drive up window at McDonalds. I was starving. Risking life and limb apparently gives me the munchies. It had also given me a bit of a bloody nose. Billy was still fretting in the backseat while we placed our order. He was quivering like the Easter Bunny when Lock, Shock and Barrel grabbed him in the Nightmare Before Christmas. Yeah, I like movies a lot.
“Don’t you worry, Billy,” Sylar said with a grin as he tossed the man’s food to him. He’d picked up a bit of a Southern accent over our day in Richmond. He’d picked up the cadence too. His intuitive adaptability seemed to work for everything. All being around Billy did for me was make me twitchy. “We’ll get to Florida, and then we’ll all be safe.”
“Sure am glad you and your sister came,” Billy said, finally relaxing a bit as we hit the highway heading South. “They’d have taken me for sure.”
“Yes they would have,” my brother agreed. He took his Big Mac from my hand after I’d unwrapped the side for him. “But you won’t have to worry about those men for much longer.”
“No you won’t have to worry about them at all.” I ducked my face to hide my own smile. Between Billy’s fear and Sylar’s excitement at what we were going to try, I was bordering on hysteria. I didn’t think that giggling like a psycho would help us much. I needed Billy calm if I was going to learn how he did his thing.
A few hours later, we’d crossed out of Virginia and Sylar pulled the SUV over into a nearly deserted rest stop. It was late, the only people coming through were truckers and they didn’t spend much time out of their cushy trucks. Peeing was a religious experience even if the toilet was made of cast iron and cold. At least the bathroom was clean.
The crickets and cicadas were competing for the best audience when I came back to the picnic table where Sylar was talking to Billy. Billy was telling him some story or other, and my brother looked like he was bored out of his skull. It was time.
I couldn’t wait. I sat down next to Billy, opened up my awareness. His fear had faded in the hours on the road. I’d been feeding him my own feelings of security along the way to get him to open up to me.
“Billy, show me how you do it. Gabriel needs to see too.”
The dork looked around the darkened rest stop and smiled at me. Then he squeezed his eyes shut, and while we watched the invisibility seemed to rise up from the ground to cover him. I reached out and touched his shoulder. He was still there and very solid. He was so proud that he’d done it. This was his special trick. It was what made him better than anyone else. I tried to see how it worked, but I didn’t know if anything I was learning would make a difference.
Gabriel reached across the table and brushed his fingers over the back of my hand. “Now you try. Show me that you can do it, Rachel.”
I tried. I tried until my nose bled, but it didn’t work. I couldn’t use my empathy to learn Billy’s ability. I was a failure.
Sylar on the other hand, didn’t have any trouble prying it out of his cooling brain. He loved doing it, and I was giddy from the joy of it as he pulled me along side of him with his blood stained hands back to our car.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17 by the time I'm done
Word Count: 1672
Part: 5/10
Notes: Violence and blood - happy now?
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
They got to the house before we did. The team was a lot smaller for the Invisible Man than it had been to come after Sylar. They were still wearing the same combat gear though.
“I don’t suppose it occurred to these guys to pretend to be Jehovah Witnesses to get in the door?” Sylar said with a sly grin. “Excuse me sir, have you read the latest Watch Tower?”
“Subtle they are not,” I agreed with him. We were hiding at the neighbor’s house, both of us tucked up on their white washed porch. It was a picturesque Southern neighborhood, lots of white pickets fences and trees over flowing with peach blossoms. I hoped the commandos didn’t feel the need to blow the man’s house up like they had mine. “But they don’t have him. Yet.”
“I used to be able to hear from here, but I lost that ability. It’s a shame. It would have come in handy.”
“And they’ll know what we look like, so it’s not like we can stroll on over.” I ran my fingers through my nearly cut hair. No more ponytails for me. “Well I might be able to, but no way you can.”
“Do you think he’s inside? Hiding?” Sylar’s gaze shifted towards the two story house. There were a trio of armed men at the front door and one man at the back.
“Let me try something.” I closed my eyes and opened up whatever it was in me that let me feel what other people were feeling. It was hard to block out Sylar’s emotions. They were too much like mine, and it took some effort to shove them aside. The army was a little different. “They’re spooked and excited. Confused that they haven’t found him. He’s inside the house. He’s terrified.”
“You can feel him from all the way over here.” His grin spread as I opened my eyes. “Nice, maybe I need to learn what you can do.”
“As long as it doesn’t require you digging around in my skull I’m fine with that.” I wiped my palms over my thighs to wipe the sweat away. “Any ideas?”
“You go in the house, and I’ll take out the bad guys.”
“I thought we were the bad guys?” I teased as we slipped down from the porch and into the garden.
“We don’t want him to know that now do we?”
I followed him as he slipped over the fence into the Invisible Man’s backyard. He took out the lone guard with a flick of his fingers, snapping his neck instantly. As I dashed up the back steps, Sylar let the body sink to the ground. Inside the house the man’s terror was like a beacon. It blinded me to anything else at first, and I had to concentrate to get past it. As scared as he was, anyone should have been able to feel him.
As I stepped into the kitchen I had to thread my way through the carnage left behind by the men who had been searching the house. From the front porch I could hear them explaining to their commander that the house was empty. Hopefully he wouldn’t order them to come back inside for a second look. That would be inconvenient, not that I held much hope that there wouldn’t be blood on my hands too soon enough.
The fear was coming from upstairs. He’d gone up instead of down, leaving himself with no escape route unless he knew how to fly too. I walked up the steps as quickly and quietly as I could, homing in on the terror. My skin was crawling by the time I found the right bedroom. My first instinct was to go for the closet, but it was obvious that they’d already searched it. Clothing and more was spread all over the room like a hurricane had gone through it.
“I know you’re here. My name is Rachel, and I’m here to rescue you.” Once again with the Star Wars lines…I turned in a slow circle, stopping when I was facing the space behind the bedroom door. “I can feel your fear.”
Outside there was a torrent of gun fire and screams of frustration and anger. Sylar wasn’t making it easy for them which wasn’t a good sign. It meant he was playing with them. Too bad I was missing it.
“You can’t see me,” his voice quavered. “They don’t know I’m home.”
“I know, which is why you should come with me now. They’ll start looking again or toss in a can of tear gas. It doesn’t matter if you’re invisible if they do that. These same guys blew up my house when they tried to capture me and my brother.” I stepped over the mounds of clothes to take a peek out the window. “We came to help you.”
He came up behind me and as I turned the invisibility dropped off of him like he’d been hiding under a sheet. I wanted to do what Sylar had told me about, to feel how his ability worked and what he did to make it happen, but I couldn’t feel past his fear and confusion. Billy was a nerdy kind of guy. A bit round around the gut with a ring of graying hair, he wasn’t anything to write home about.
“Where are we going to go, Rachel?”
“Gabriel and I have a car down the block. We can get to it, and then we’re heading to Florida. There’s supposed to be a safe house in Florida for people like us.” I held my hand out to him. He looked down at it. “I know you don’t trust me, but just remember I’m not the one who did this to your house. We’re trying to help you.”
The men in black helped make up Billy’s mind for me when the canister of tear gas came sailing through the window. I threw a mound of clothes on top of it and grabbed his hand. I dragged him along behind me all the way out to the back door. By the time we hit the open air his terror had been flavored with anger.
“I know just how you feel, Billy. The assholes blew up my house.”
“Just get me out of here.”
***
Sylar pulled the SUV through the drive up window at McDonalds. I was starving. Risking life and limb apparently gives me the munchies. It had also given me a bit of a bloody nose. Billy was still fretting in the backseat while we placed our order. He was quivering like the Easter Bunny when Lock, Shock and Barrel grabbed him in the Nightmare Before Christmas. Yeah, I like movies a lot.
“Don’t you worry, Billy,” Sylar said with a grin as he tossed the man’s food to him. He’d picked up a bit of a Southern accent over our day in Richmond. He’d picked up the cadence too. His intuitive adaptability seemed to work for everything. All being around Billy did for me was make me twitchy. “We’ll get to Florida, and then we’ll all be safe.”
“Sure am glad you and your sister came,” Billy said, finally relaxing a bit as we hit the highway heading South. “They’d have taken me for sure.”
“Yes they would have,” my brother agreed. He took his Big Mac from my hand after I’d unwrapped the side for him. “But you won’t have to worry about those men for much longer.”
“No you won’t have to worry about them at all.” I ducked my face to hide my own smile. Between Billy’s fear and Sylar’s excitement at what we were going to try, I was bordering on hysteria. I didn’t think that giggling like a psycho would help us much. I needed Billy calm if I was going to learn how he did his thing.
A few hours later, we’d crossed out of Virginia and Sylar pulled the SUV over into a nearly deserted rest stop. It was late, the only people coming through were truckers and they didn’t spend much time out of their cushy trucks. Peeing was a religious experience even if the toilet was made of cast iron and cold. At least the bathroom was clean.
The crickets and cicadas were competing for the best audience when I came back to the picnic table where Sylar was talking to Billy. Billy was telling him some story or other, and my brother looked like he was bored out of his skull. It was time.
I couldn’t wait. I sat down next to Billy, opened up my awareness. His fear had faded in the hours on the road. I’d been feeding him my own feelings of security along the way to get him to open up to me.
“Billy, show me how you do it. Gabriel needs to see too.”
The dork looked around the darkened rest stop and smiled at me. Then he squeezed his eyes shut, and while we watched the invisibility seemed to rise up from the ground to cover him. I reached out and touched his shoulder. He was still there and very solid. He was so proud that he’d done it. This was his special trick. It was what made him better than anyone else. I tried to see how it worked, but I didn’t know if anything I was learning would make a difference.
Gabriel reached across the table and brushed his fingers over the back of my hand. “Now you try. Show me that you can do it, Rachel.”
I tried. I tried until my nose bled, but it didn’t work. I couldn’t use my empathy to learn Billy’s ability. I was a failure.
Sylar on the other hand, didn’t have any trouble prying it out of his cooling brain. He loved doing it, and I was giddy from the joy of it as he pulled me along side of him with his blood stained hands back to our car.
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