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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 407
Rating: PG
Prompt: Detective Del Spooner: Can a robot write a symphony? Can a robot turn a... canvas into a beautiful masterpiece?
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scifi_muses
Notes: Letter Meme and muse prompt fulfillment.
Hello Isaac,
I can’t help but think about you every time I see a splash of crimson paint or splatter of blood. Your power is amazing. To be able to paint the future was an incredible gift, and how did you use it, drawing fucking comic books. You could have done so much better for yourself.
Of course you were screwed by your addictions. I know what that’s like too. The killing and collecting are what I’m addicted to. I need them to thrive, to become more. I wonder if you understood that, when you pretty much rolled over and showed throat to me, when I came to your studio. You were so eager to die, so that you wouldn’t have to see the future or face the failures of your past.
I think we could have been friends or at least allies in our mutual hatred of Peter Petrelli. He got in my way, taking what I had to fight to get just like how he slipped between you and Simone. He got her between the sheets quickly enough didn’t he? Now she’s dead because of him. Are you together now, Isaac? Did she love you enough to wait such a short time for you, or is her gossamer shadow trailing after Puppytrelli?
The visions of the bomb terrified me too, Isaac. I was so afraid that I’d be the one to murder all of those people, but it wasn’t me. That’s what you couldn’t see, but I could. I even called Mohinder to beg for his help, but he wouldn’t listen. When it came to me in my mother’s blood, I knew what I had to do.
The bomb was Peter. It wasn’t me. I was the one who could stop him. That’s what my purpose was in all of this. I was the one who could take Ted’s power and use it to keep Peter from exploding. But you didn’t put that in your comic, did you? Oh no, you could only draw Hiro stabbing me, keeping me from my destiny to be the hero.
I’ve lost your ability, but I wouldn’t mind finding it again. I’d take a few art classes first this time though. I’d want my art to be as beautiful as yours.
Hope you’re painting up a storm wherever you are.
Sincerely,
Sylar
PS: It’s true. A dead artist’s work is worth so much more than when they are alive.
The Letter Blog
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 407
Rating: PG
Prompt: Detective Del Spooner: Can a robot write a symphony? Can a robot turn a... canvas into a beautiful masterpiece?
Sonny: Can *you*? for
scifi_musesNotes: Letter Meme and muse prompt fulfillment.
Hello Isaac,
I can’t help but think about you every time I see a splash of crimson paint or splatter of blood. Your power is amazing. To be able to paint the future was an incredible gift, and how did you use it, drawing fucking comic books. You could have done so much better for yourself.
Of course you were screwed by your addictions. I know what that’s like too. The killing and collecting are what I’m addicted to. I need them to thrive, to become more. I wonder if you understood that, when you pretty much rolled over and showed throat to me, when I came to your studio. You were so eager to die, so that you wouldn’t have to see the future or face the failures of your past.
I think we could have been friends or at least allies in our mutual hatred of Peter Petrelli. He got in my way, taking what I had to fight to get just like how he slipped between you and Simone. He got her between the sheets quickly enough didn’t he? Now she’s dead because of him. Are you together now, Isaac? Did she love you enough to wait such a short time for you, or is her gossamer shadow trailing after Puppytrelli?
The visions of the bomb terrified me too, Isaac. I was so afraid that I’d be the one to murder all of those people, but it wasn’t me. That’s what you couldn’t see, but I could. I even called Mohinder to beg for his help, but he wouldn’t listen. When it came to me in my mother’s blood, I knew what I had to do.
The bomb was Peter. It wasn’t me. I was the one who could stop him. That’s what my purpose was in all of this. I was the one who could take Ted’s power and use it to keep Peter from exploding. But you didn’t put that in your comic, did you? Oh no, you could only draw Hiro stabbing me, keeping me from my destiny to be the hero.
I’ve lost your ability, but I wouldn’t mind finding it again. I’d take a few art classes first this time though. I’d want my art to be as beautiful as yours.
Hope you’re painting up a storm wherever you are.
Sincerely,
Sylar
PS: It’s true. A dead artist’s work is worth so much more than when they are alive.
The Letter Blog
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