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“Brother against brother, it’s almost biblical...” Sylar, Heroes, Five Years Gone
Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 453
Prompt: "Anything you can do, I can do better![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Brother Against Brother
Around us the buildings crumbled while flesh sizzled and vaporized as we threw blasts of searing energy at each other. One of Peter’s waves of radiation caught me in the side of the face sending me spinning back while my face crackled and burned. He hesitated, the glow leaving his hands as he came towards me to check.
I let the blast carry me back, adding a bit of my own power to make him feel better. Peter might have the magic gift that let him absorb any power he came into contact with, but I had my own advantage. I practiced everything I learned, making it mine to control and master. Peter Petrelli relied on luck and massive amounts of power to win. I relied on the one thing I had that he didn’t – a brain.
My back slammed into the side of the Washington Monument hard enough to crack the edifice. Crashing toward the hard ground below, I let myself fall. It didn’t matter what happened to me now. I had Petrelli right where I wanted him at last. The pain nearly made me blackout, stars marred my vision, as the bones in my legs snapped and burst through my skin.
“What now Sylar!” he screamed at me his dark eyes wild in their grief and madness. Apparently finding out I’d killed his brother had really pissed him off. But his anger was as big of a weakness as his big bleeding heart. He was so distraught about Nathan being dead all these years, that he forgot that I should have been able to fly to land safely.
Sucker
As he stalked towards me, coming in for the kill, I held my breath not to cry out in pain as my bones started knitting together. Not that his noticing my healing wouldn’t have been extra icing on the cake when he realized it meant that I’d killed Claire. But he was just too angry to see anything anymore.
Peter’s boots crunched the ground beside my face as he reached down to end me. His hands curled into claws as he lifted me to face him. That was when I emptied the 9mm into his chest. He stumbled back, letting me free. I turned to him, fully healed and shot the last bullet into his brain to kill him.
For now.
“Anything you can do, I can do better Peter. I want you to remember that when you wake up from this.” I sank onto the tarmac with his head between my knees while I started slicing into his scalp. “Now let’s see how you work. I’ve been waiting for this for so very, very long.”
Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 453
Prompt: "Anything you can do, I can do better
scifi_musesBrother Against Brother
Around us the buildings crumbled while flesh sizzled and vaporized as we threw blasts of searing energy at each other. One of Peter’s waves of radiation caught me in the side of the face sending me spinning back while my face crackled and burned. He hesitated, the glow leaving his hands as he came towards me to check.
I let the blast carry me back, adding a bit of my own power to make him feel better. Peter might have the magic gift that let him absorb any power he came into contact with, but I had my own advantage. I practiced everything I learned, making it mine to control and master. Peter Petrelli relied on luck and massive amounts of power to win. I relied on the one thing I had that he didn’t – a brain.
My back slammed into the side of the Washington Monument hard enough to crack the edifice. Crashing toward the hard ground below, I let myself fall. It didn’t matter what happened to me now. I had Petrelli right where I wanted him at last. The pain nearly made me blackout, stars marred my vision, as the bones in my legs snapped and burst through my skin.
“What now Sylar!” he screamed at me his dark eyes wild in their grief and madness. Apparently finding out I’d killed his brother had really pissed him off. But his anger was as big of a weakness as his big bleeding heart. He was so distraught about Nathan being dead all these years, that he forgot that I should have been able to fly to land safely.
Sucker
As he stalked towards me, coming in for the kill, I held my breath not to cry out in pain as my bones started knitting together. Not that his noticing my healing wouldn’t have been extra icing on the cake when he realized it meant that I’d killed Claire. But he was just too angry to see anything anymore.
Peter’s boots crunched the ground beside my face as he reached down to end me. His hands curled into claws as he lifted me to face him. That was when I emptied the 9mm into his chest. He stumbled back, letting me free. I turned to him, fully healed and shot the last bullet into his brain to kill him.
For now.
“Anything you can do, I can do better Peter. I want you to remember that when you wake up from this.” I sank onto the tarmac with his head between my knees while I started slicing into his scalp. “Now let’s see how you work. I’ve been waiting for this for so very, very long.”
