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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 442
Rating: PG for implied violence and some swearing
Prompt: Desmond: Ah good old subject sixteen. He repainted my room you know... with his blood.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.
Dear Whatever the Fuck Your Name is,
I wanted to let you know that it’s nothing personal. I don’t know your name. You’ve never done anything to insult nor injure me or mine. You’ve simply got something I want. As I follow you from the chemistry building to the parking lot, I can hear you humming along with your iPod, and I wonder if you even know that you’re special.
It’s early, the sun’s just hitting the horizon, and in a normal world, it’d be much too early for someone like me to hunt and kill. Your average serial killer would wait for the cover of darkness, but I’m anything but average. I also don’t feel like following you home. I’m not in the mood for a long hunt. I’m in the mood for want, take and make mine what is yours.
So like I said before, it’s not personal. No hard feelings. You won’t have to worry about me going after your roommates or your family. Unless of course they’re special, in which case all bets are off, because if they are, what they have will be mine someday too.
No, don’t go into the Student Union. Go to the parking lot. I don’t want to sit around while you connect with friends at the Starbucks or whatever the hell you’re going to do there.
Fuck. Could you be anymore inconsiderate? I have places to go, other people to kill you know.
Fine. Whatever. I can get some tea and a cookie or two. I’ll watch you, and if I’m lucky you’ll do something special, so I can find out what it is you do.
Oh great three of your little friends. I swear to God if they go home with you, and I have to watch you doing some sorority shit all night until you go to bed in your Hello Kitty pajamas to kill you, I won’t make it pleasant.
And could you drink your coffee any slower?
You are really starting to piss me off.
Finally, you’re ready to go. Wasn’t it nice of me to hold the door open for you? I want to thank you for offering to show me the quickest way to get to the library, and for not screaming too loud when I pinned you to the side of that god awful sculpture they have next to the art building. The blood splatter was a nice improvement if you want my opinion.
Thanks for the new power, Heather. I’ll be sure to leave your ID tucked in your bright pink backpack so they can identify you when they find your body.
Sincerely,
Sylar
The Letter Blog
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 442
Rating: PG for implied violence and some swearing
Prompt: Desmond: Ah good old subject sixteen. He repainted my room you know... with his blood.
scifi_muses Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.
Dear Whatever the Fuck Your Name is,
I wanted to let you know that it’s nothing personal. I don’t know your name. You’ve never done anything to insult nor injure me or mine. You’ve simply got something I want. As I follow you from the chemistry building to the parking lot, I can hear you humming along with your iPod, and I wonder if you even know that you’re special.
It’s early, the sun’s just hitting the horizon, and in a normal world, it’d be much too early for someone like me to hunt and kill. Your average serial killer would wait for the cover of darkness, but I’m anything but average. I also don’t feel like following you home. I’m not in the mood for a long hunt. I’m in the mood for want, take and make mine what is yours.
So like I said before, it’s not personal. No hard feelings. You won’t have to worry about me going after your roommates or your family. Unless of course they’re special, in which case all bets are off, because if they are, what they have will be mine someday too.
No, don’t go into the Student Union. Go to the parking lot. I don’t want to sit around while you connect with friends at the Starbucks or whatever the hell you’re going to do there.
Fuck. Could you be anymore inconsiderate? I have places to go, other people to kill you know.
Fine. Whatever. I can get some tea and a cookie or two. I’ll watch you, and if I’m lucky you’ll do something special, so I can find out what it is you do.
Oh great three of your little friends. I swear to God if they go home with you, and I have to watch you doing some sorority shit all night until you go to bed in your Hello Kitty pajamas to kill you, I won’t make it pleasant.
And could you drink your coffee any slower?
You are really starting to piss me off.
Finally, you’re ready to go. Wasn’t it nice of me to hold the door open for you? I want to thank you for offering to show me the quickest way to get to the library, and for not screaming too loud when I pinned you to the side of that god awful sculpture they have next to the art building. The blood splatter was a nice improvement if you want my opinion.
Thanks for the new power, Heather. I’ll be sure to leave your ID tucked in your bright pink backpack so they can identify you when they find your body.
Sincerely,
Sylar
The Letter Blog
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