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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerTitle: The Fat Lady's Singing
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thewatchmaker
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 615
To think I’d considered not causing a scene at the opera. She had been so nice to me. It had been such a pleasant chat, and then she’d dismissed me like a servant. ME. The anger flooded back. I wished that she’d been the one on my list. Wished that she had had some power that I needed to make part of me, but no she was just some bitch. Some elite over bred like a prized Pomeranian bitch.
And I thought she liked me.
Stupid Gabriel. You’re so stupid. No one likes you. No one ever will. Not even your mother loved you.
But if you can’t have love, why not try fear? Fear is so much tastier.
I watched from the shadows of the box as Amelia made her way down to scream like a banshee at the company again. But she didn’t matter now. She wasn’t the glow on the horizon that was calling my name. That was the alto whose gift was added a special touch to the notes she was singing. It was inconveniencing the company of singers. It was vexing sweet dark Amelia.
It was time for me. Time for me to fix the mistake, it was time for Sylar.
Hovering down from the box, I used my levitation to lower myself down to the main floor. In my black coat and dark clothes, I didn’t worry about anyone seeing me. These people were too busy in their own little dramas to notice mine. I let myself through into the backstage area. Slipping between singers who were gossiping like old hens, while others peered through the curtains to see Amelia’s tantrum.
They were all too concerned with each other’s misery to notice me. I didn’t need to be invisible. I found the alto by the sounds of her sobs. She was crying in the deep recesses of the maze behind the stage. Her round face was wet with tears, and she had her arms wrapped around her stomach. I noticed none of the other singers were there to comfort her. Bitches.
“It was horribly unfair wasn’t it?” I asked my voice rough. “One bad note and they scream off with your head.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She rubbed her eyes leaving a streak of mascara on her cheeks turning her face into a death mask. How appropriate. “I know the part. I know the notes. What is wrong with my voice?”
“Don’t worry. Let Sylar fix it for you.” I raised my finger and started cutting while the force of my will held her against the wall. Her feet beat a staccato rhythm on the plaster as I finished slicing off the top of her skull. I let her down slowly, her blood leaving a wide swath of crimson behind, until she was sitting on the floor like a broken doll. “Now let’s see what made the fat lady sing.”
Dipping my fingers into her cranium, I felt around slowly until I found the area of her brain that controlled the power that she didn’t understand or want. “It’s really so simple. You should have been able to figure it out. If you had bothered to try.”
I was whistling on my way out of the opera house. I could feel the changes in my brain as I adapted to the use of her gift. It was going to be splendid once I had it all figured out. When I got to the alley behind the building I opened my mouth and let out a single note and smiled as the dumpster exploded as the sonic blast tore it apart. “Oh yes, this will be fun.”
Author:
thewatchmakerRating: PG-13
Wordcount: 615
To think I’d considered not causing a scene at the opera. She had been so nice to me. It had been such a pleasant chat, and then she’d dismissed me like a servant. ME. The anger flooded back. I wished that she’d been the one on my list. Wished that she had had some power that I needed to make part of me, but no she was just some bitch. Some elite over bred like a prized Pomeranian bitch.
And I thought she liked me.
Stupid Gabriel. You’re so stupid. No one likes you. No one ever will. Not even your mother loved you.
But if you can’t have love, why not try fear? Fear is so much tastier.
I watched from the shadows of the box as Amelia made her way down to scream like a banshee at the company again. But she didn’t matter now. She wasn’t the glow on the horizon that was calling my name. That was the alto whose gift was added a special touch to the notes she was singing. It was inconveniencing the company of singers. It was vexing sweet dark Amelia.
It was time for me. Time for me to fix the mistake, it was time for Sylar.
Hovering down from the box, I used my levitation to lower myself down to the main floor. In my black coat and dark clothes, I didn’t worry about anyone seeing me. These people were too busy in their own little dramas to notice mine. I let myself through into the backstage area. Slipping between singers who were gossiping like old hens, while others peered through the curtains to see Amelia’s tantrum.
They were all too concerned with each other’s misery to notice me. I didn’t need to be invisible. I found the alto by the sounds of her sobs. She was crying in the deep recesses of the maze behind the stage. Her round face was wet with tears, and she had her arms wrapped around her stomach. I noticed none of the other singers were there to comfort her. Bitches.
“It was horribly unfair wasn’t it?” I asked my voice rough. “One bad note and they scream off with your head.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She rubbed her eyes leaving a streak of mascara on her cheeks turning her face into a death mask. How appropriate. “I know the part. I know the notes. What is wrong with my voice?”
“Don’t worry. Let Sylar fix it for you.” I raised my finger and started cutting while the force of my will held her against the wall. Her feet beat a staccato rhythm on the plaster as I finished slicing off the top of her skull. I let her down slowly, her blood leaving a wide swath of crimson behind, until she was sitting on the floor like a broken doll. “Now let’s see what made the fat lady sing.”
Dipping my fingers into her cranium, I felt around slowly until I found the area of her brain that controlled the power that she didn’t understand or want. “It’s really so simple. You should have been able to figure it out. If you had bothered to try.”
I was whistling on my way out of the opera house. I could feel the changes in my brain as I adapted to the use of her gift. It was going to be splendid once I had it all figured out. When I got to the alley behind the building I opened my mouth and let out a single note and smiled as the dumpster exploded as the sonic blast tore it apart. “Oh yes, this will be fun.”
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