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One Way or Another - 2/2
Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R - for violence and language
Word Count: 916
Part: 2/2
Prompt: "You are a wise man, Professor, for someone who has not yet lived even a single lifetime." - Dracula 1979![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: Spoilers for Heroes Season 3 - post I am Become Death.
Part One
One Way or Another - Part Two
My skin twitched as I became suddenly, very much aware of every single person on the planet. It was as if one moment I was dropped into the middle of the Times Square Station at rush hour. I dropped onto my hands and knees as the weight of Molly’s power settled on me. How the child had lived with it, I had no idea. It was oppressive. It was suffocating me.
Faces and places flashed behind my eyes, the scents and tastes of their environments smashed me into the shore like I was a piece of flotsam in the waves. Gasping for breath, I fought the sea of humanity, honing my perception down to the chosen few, then finally to the chosen one.
“Claire,” I hissed as her face came into focus. As I watched the others around her became unfocussed and faded away. Finally all there was was my dear niece. “Show me where you are, bitch.”
Claire turned her face towards me, as if she could feel my eyes on her. Behind her the barren landscape of Texas spread out. She’d gone home. Back to Odessa. Too bad I hadn’t gotten to Parkman’s woman, or hell even Nathan’s flight would have been nice, I was going to have to get there my own way. Where was Hiro when I needed him? Quite against my will, Molly’s power diverted to Hiro, showing right where the chubby faced bastard was. Sadly, he was too far away to do me any good. I was going to have to take a plane, and hope that God would keep Claire in Odessa until I got there.
The Texas air felt nearly as dry as Costa Verde had when I’d been reborn. It was probably only a few degrees cooler. I rented a car, and broke every speed limit to get to the craptastic town where my friend Noah had raised his psychotic child. I was glad that Noah was gone, I wouldn’t want him to see what I was going to do to her. He’d forgiven me for my sins. I was not going to forgive her for hers.
She was at the High School. I could see the amphitheatre where I’d fought Peter all those years ago behind her. Still dressed in black, her hair pulled back into a long ponytail, I watched as she cleaned her gun. Good, she knew I was coming.
Gravel ground beneath my boots as I headed through the chain link gate to the amphitheatre. I formed a wall of will around me to block her bullets. I might be able to heal now, but I was in no mood to be shot.
“Sylar,” she growled as she got to her feet. Her gun looked almost like a prop. It was far too big for her little hands. “I knew you’d come. You killed all those people. You bastard.”
“I killed them?” I let out a bitter snort. “You and your people killed my son, Claire. Was I supposed to just roll over and play dead when you slaughtered Noah? You do remember Noah don’t you? Your cousin, Noah, named after your father.”
“My father hated you!”
“Your father liked me. Maybe not at the beginning, but I learned how to be human from him. I’m sure he’d like me now, certainly more than he’d like you now. You’ve become a monster, Claire. You turned against family.” I stalked towards her, raising my hand to focus a ray of heat on the barrel of the gun. It was invisible, but in only a matter of moments the metal would grow red hot. Claire wouldn’t feel it of course.
As she pointed the gun at me, the metal slagged sending a molten pool of fire up the length of her arms. Using my will, I spread it against gravity; until both her hands were burning and the smell of roasting flesh filled the air. Claire screamed, not in pain, but frustration.
“You can’t feel it. I know.” I paced in a slow circle around her, as I sent a cold wave of power to solidify the steel around her wrists. While I watched her flesh knitted together, in places fusing with the remains of the gun. With a wave of my hand, I broke both her knees, sending her tumbling to the ground. “You won’t feel this either, which is a fucking shame. I’m going to kill you now, Claire.”
“You can’t kill me. You told me that I can never die.”
“Maybe not, but you’ll wish you were dead. But then, I think you’ve been wishing that for years now haven’t you?” I hunkered down on my knees, as I brought up my finger to begin the cutting. This time I didn’t aim for her skull. I had no interest in what was in her brain now. This time I focused my will to cut her head off.
There was a torrent of blood, the cement coated with it, as I stooped to pick up her head by the ponytail. “Thanks for the convenient handle.”
Claire’s eyes flickered open, and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Her head was alive, just as I suspected it would be. Her body sizzled as I cooked it from the inside out, popping like a poodle in a microwave oven by the time I was done. All the while, I held her face towards it so she could watch.
“Now whatever shall I do with you?”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R - for violence and language
Word Count: 916
Part: 2/2
Prompt: "You are a wise man, Professor, for someone who has not yet lived even a single lifetime." - Dracula 1979
scifi_muses Notes: Spoilers for Heroes Season 3 - post I am Become Death.
Part One
One Way or Another - Part Two
My skin twitched as I became suddenly, very much aware of every single person on the planet. It was as if one moment I was dropped into the middle of the Times Square Station at rush hour. I dropped onto my hands and knees as the weight of Molly’s power settled on me. How the child had lived with it, I had no idea. It was oppressive. It was suffocating me.
Faces and places flashed behind my eyes, the scents and tastes of their environments smashed me into the shore like I was a piece of flotsam in the waves. Gasping for breath, I fought the sea of humanity, honing my perception down to the chosen few, then finally to the chosen one.
“Claire,” I hissed as her face came into focus. As I watched the others around her became unfocussed and faded away. Finally all there was was my dear niece. “Show me where you are, bitch.”
Claire turned her face towards me, as if she could feel my eyes on her. Behind her the barren landscape of Texas spread out. She’d gone home. Back to Odessa. Too bad I hadn’t gotten to Parkman’s woman, or hell even Nathan’s flight would have been nice, I was going to have to get there my own way. Where was Hiro when I needed him? Quite against my will, Molly’s power diverted to Hiro, showing right where the chubby faced bastard was. Sadly, he was too far away to do me any good. I was going to have to take a plane, and hope that God would keep Claire in Odessa until I got there.
The Texas air felt nearly as dry as Costa Verde had when I’d been reborn. It was probably only a few degrees cooler. I rented a car, and broke every speed limit to get to the craptastic town where my friend Noah had raised his psychotic child. I was glad that Noah was gone, I wouldn’t want him to see what I was going to do to her. He’d forgiven me for my sins. I was not going to forgive her for hers.
She was at the High School. I could see the amphitheatre where I’d fought Peter all those years ago behind her. Still dressed in black, her hair pulled back into a long ponytail, I watched as she cleaned her gun. Good, she knew I was coming.
Gravel ground beneath my boots as I headed through the chain link gate to the amphitheatre. I formed a wall of will around me to block her bullets. I might be able to heal now, but I was in no mood to be shot.
“Sylar,” she growled as she got to her feet. Her gun looked almost like a prop. It was far too big for her little hands. “I knew you’d come. You killed all those people. You bastard.”
“I killed them?” I let out a bitter snort. “You and your people killed my son, Claire. Was I supposed to just roll over and play dead when you slaughtered Noah? You do remember Noah don’t you? Your cousin, Noah, named after your father.”
“My father hated you!”
“Your father liked me. Maybe not at the beginning, but I learned how to be human from him. I’m sure he’d like me now, certainly more than he’d like you now. You’ve become a monster, Claire. You turned against family.” I stalked towards her, raising my hand to focus a ray of heat on the barrel of the gun. It was invisible, but in only a matter of moments the metal would grow red hot. Claire wouldn’t feel it of course.
As she pointed the gun at me, the metal slagged sending a molten pool of fire up the length of her arms. Using my will, I spread it against gravity; until both her hands were burning and the smell of roasting flesh filled the air. Claire screamed, not in pain, but frustration.
“You can’t feel it. I know.” I paced in a slow circle around her, as I sent a cold wave of power to solidify the steel around her wrists. While I watched her flesh knitted together, in places fusing with the remains of the gun. With a wave of my hand, I broke both her knees, sending her tumbling to the ground. “You won’t feel this either, which is a fucking shame. I’m going to kill you now, Claire.”
“You can’t kill me. You told me that I can never die.”
“Maybe not, but you’ll wish you were dead. But then, I think you’ve been wishing that for years now haven’t you?” I hunkered down on my knees, as I brought up my finger to begin the cutting. This time I didn’t aim for her skull. I had no interest in what was in her brain now. This time I focused my will to cut her head off.
There was a torrent of blood, the cement coated with it, as I stooped to pick up her head by the ponytail. “Thanks for the convenient handle.”
Claire’s eyes flickered open, and her mouth opened in a soundless scream. Her head was alive, just as I suspected it would be. Her body sizzled as I cooked it from the inside out, popping like a poodle in a microwave oven by the time I was done. All the while, I held her face towards it so she could watch.
“Now whatever shall I do with you?”