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Title: Another Roach Motel
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thewatchmaker
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Pairings or Characters: Sylar
Warnings: none really - just the rantings of a mad man
Word Count: 724
Summary: In which Candice takes Sylar to the Company in Vegas not Mexico. It still wasn't one of her better moves.
Another Roach Motel -
It was too cold in the motel room. The air conditioner that sat in the window listed to the side and wheezed more than the man on the bed. A trail of rusty water ran from it leaving a blood like stain on the dry wall. He listened to the fan inside of the unit wobble and hiss. Through the walls he could hear the shouts of a man and his wife as they argued over money. In another unit he listened to a man wrap a rubber strip around his arm before shooting up some drugs.
Gabriel envied that one. The pain in his chest kept making him see stars. His long fingers toyed with the tattered bandage that was stained much like the wall. Candice had done a fine job helping him get away from the fiasco at Kirby Plaza. She'd been nice enough to get him all the way to Las Vegas. It had been a shame when he'd overheard her telling her Company masters that she was bringing him in for them to finish their work. It hadn't been a shame when he'd cut off the top of her skull and taken her ability.
Corpse disposal hadn't been much fun though. Concentrating enough to lift her bulk into the dingy bathroom had cost him, making his head spin until he'd had to lean against the wall to stay upright. Then the blast of controlled nuclear energy had burned her to nothing but ashes that he washed down the drain.
But now he was tired. His head sank into the pillow that smelled like a mixture of too much bleach and mold all at the same time. As the shadows grew long, he could tried to curl into a ball to fall asleep, but all he could do was feel his mother's blood coating his hands.
"I'm sorry," he cried letting the hot tears run down his cheeks. "I didn't want this. Why couldn't you have just been proud of me for once? Why did you have to do that?" His long lashes were glued to his salt stained cheeks when he finally managed to fall asleep.
***
Gabriel woke up sometime in the depth of night. There was a shiny spot where the useless clock on the nightstand had been blinking twelve until he'd melted it. He touched the wound. The one that Hiro Nakamura had given him when all he'd been trying to do was stop Peter from destroying New York. Stupid little twit. He'd pay for what he'd done to Gabriel too. They all would.
Sitting up he flicked his finger to turn on the bright lights in the ceiling then peeled the bandage away. The wound had closed over again. Luckily he healed much faster than any human could. Sadly he didn't heal nearly as fast as Claire Bennett. That girl was still on his list. Someday he'd have her gift too. Or he'd just find Petrelli and take them all at once. Gabriel closed his eyes and dreamed about having Peter's power. The ability to just absorb another's gifts by being nearby. It would be quite a time save. Although the lack of killing might get boring.
When he decided he was healed enough and the hunger was more than he could stand, he trundled out into the night. Dark eyes glancing towards the bright lights of the Las Vegas Strip. He ran his fingers over the money he'd taken from Candice and started walking. He didn't pay attention to where he was going. His mind would memorize the way back to the hotel if he decided to go back there.
The diner was small but the food smelled good. He pushed the door open, keeping one arm posed near his injury to protect it then strolled to the first empty booth. Its vinyl was cracked and peeling, and he could feel stalactites of gum under the table. "Ew." His nose wrinkled in disgust. The menu was dog eared, and was filled with the usual truck stop fare except for a mixture of Mexican food.
"What can I get you?" The waitress asked. She looked like the old cranky monster in Monsters Inc. She even smelled like cigarettes.
"Short stack, three eggs and lots of bacon. Coffee too." He smiled up at her. "Lots of coffee please."
Author:
thewatchmakerRating: PG
Genre: Gen
Pairings or Characters: Sylar
Warnings: none really - just the rantings of a mad man
Word Count: 724
Summary: In which Candice takes Sylar to the Company in Vegas not Mexico. It still wasn't one of her better moves.
Another Roach Motel -
It was too cold in the motel room. The air conditioner that sat in the window listed to the side and wheezed more than the man on the bed. A trail of rusty water ran from it leaving a blood like stain on the dry wall. He listened to the fan inside of the unit wobble and hiss. Through the walls he could hear the shouts of a man and his wife as they argued over money. In another unit he listened to a man wrap a rubber strip around his arm before shooting up some drugs.
Gabriel envied that one. The pain in his chest kept making him see stars. His long fingers toyed with the tattered bandage that was stained much like the wall. Candice had done a fine job helping him get away from the fiasco at Kirby Plaza. She'd been nice enough to get him all the way to Las Vegas. It had been a shame when he'd overheard her telling her Company masters that she was bringing him in for them to finish their work. It hadn't been a shame when he'd cut off the top of her skull and taken her ability.
Corpse disposal hadn't been much fun though. Concentrating enough to lift her bulk into the dingy bathroom had cost him, making his head spin until he'd had to lean against the wall to stay upright. Then the blast of controlled nuclear energy had burned her to nothing but ashes that he washed down the drain.
But now he was tired. His head sank into the pillow that smelled like a mixture of too much bleach and mold all at the same time. As the shadows grew long, he could tried to curl into a ball to fall asleep, but all he could do was feel his mother's blood coating his hands.
"I'm sorry," he cried letting the hot tears run down his cheeks. "I didn't want this. Why couldn't you have just been proud of me for once? Why did you have to do that?" His long lashes were glued to his salt stained cheeks when he finally managed to fall asleep.
***
Gabriel woke up sometime in the depth of night. There was a shiny spot where the useless clock on the nightstand had been blinking twelve until he'd melted it. He touched the wound. The one that Hiro Nakamura had given him when all he'd been trying to do was stop Peter from destroying New York. Stupid little twit. He'd pay for what he'd done to Gabriel too. They all would.
Sitting up he flicked his finger to turn on the bright lights in the ceiling then peeled the bandage away. The wound had closed over again. Luckily he healed much faster than any human could. Sadly he didn't heal nearly as fast as Claire Bennett. That girl was still on his list. Someday he'd have her gift too. Or he'd just find Petrelli and take them all at once. Gabriel closed his eyes and dreamed about having Peter's power. The ability to just absorb another's gifts by being nearby. It would be quite a time save. Although the lack of killing might get boring.
When he decided he was healed enough and the hunger was more than he could stand, he trundled out into the night. Dark eyes glancing towards the bright lights of the Las Vegas Strip. He ran his fingers over the money he'd taken from Candice and started walking. He didn't pay attention to where he was going. His mind would memorize the way back to the hotel if he decided to go back there.
The diner was small but the food smelled good. He pushed the door open, keeping one arm posed near his injury to protect it then strolled to the first empty booth. Its vinyl was cracked and peeling, and he could feel stalactites of gum under the table. "Ew." His nose wrinkled in disgust. The menu was dog eared, and was filled with the usual truck stop fare except for a mixture of Mexican food.
"What can I get you?" The waitress asked. She looked like the old cranky monster in Monsters Inc. She even smelled like cigarettes.
"Short stack, three eggs and lots of bacon. Coffee too." He smiled up at her. "Lots of coffee please."
