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scifi_musesCharacters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 555
Part: 1/1
Prompt:
Notes: Spoilers for Heroes - Villains
Broken Toys -
They were sloppy, but then they always were. Whichever one of the Bennett family killed me didn’t take the time to make sure I didn’t come back. You’d think of all the people on the planet, that they’d know how to make it permanent. I sat up on the stainless steel table, rubbing the back of my head. What a stupid place for an Achilles Heel. Unless I was going to wear a titanium neck brace helmet combo, I was going to have to grow eyes in the back of my head. I missed Dale’s ears. No one could sneak up on me then.
As I swung my legs around, my fingers dipped into the gutter than ran along the edges of the table. Instead of blood and other bodily fluids I found flakes of burnt skin and a coating of rendered fat. They’d burned me.
“Those fuckers,” I said, gritting my teeth so hard they hurt. “Oh wait, that was my bad.” I felt the smile tug at the corners of my mouth. I really couldn’t hold them responsible for Meredith’s going boom. Well maybe I could. Bennett should have killed her. “When did you grow a conscience?”
My legs were weak when I stood up. Taking up the chart, I read how severe my injuries were. It must have taken quite sometime for the knitting to start once the…oh shard of glass was yanked out of my skull. Fitting, I suppose. That was how I killed Peter that one time. The pictures were quite entertaining. There hadn’t been much of me left to autopsy. It was nice to see the medical examiner had crossed out death by burning and replaced it with homicide.
“Oh yes,” I said as I started looking for something to wear. “They murdered me. Payback’s going to be so much fun.”
It wasn’t easy to find clothes in the morgue. Most of what they had was cut up when they stripped a corpse. I finally had to resort to just taking a lab coat from behind the door and making my way naked through the building. Invisibility was going on my list. The Company issued phone was gone, of course, just like Charlie’s powers. It frustrated me to no end that I couldn’t figure out why I lost Dale’s and Charlie’s gifts when I kept Ted’s and Brian’s. I would blame their virus for it, if they were all gone.
But rummaging through some janitor’s closet for a set of coveralls wasn’t exactly the time to try to figure out what was wrong with my brain. The typical human being uses only ten percent of their gray matter. I know that I’ve learned to use more, but it was quite probably that one power would short circuit another if I wasn’t more careful about adapting to them.
I jumped when someone pounded on the door. “George! Get your ass out of there. We’ve got a clean up in the lobby. Some kid blew her chunks all over the place.”
“I’ll get right on it,” I said not caring if I sounded anything like George. I grabbed a bucket and mop, and headed out into the hallway. Keeping my head down I slipped out of the nearest exit. The air was crisp and cold.
It was good to be alive.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 555
Part: 1/1
Prompt:
Notes: Spoilers for Heroes - Villains
Broken Toys -
They were sloppy, but then they always were. Whichever one of the Bennett family killed me didn’t take the time to make sure I didn’t come back. You’d think of all the people on the planet, that they’d know how to make it permanent. I sat up on the stainless steel table, rubbing the back of my head. What a stupid place for an Achilles Heel. Unless I was going to wear a titanium neck brace helmet combo, I was going to have to grow eyes in the back of my head. I missed Dale’s ears. No one could sneak up on me then.
As I swung my legs around, my fingers dipped into the gutter than ran along the edges of the table. Instead of blood and other bodily fluids I found flakes of burnt skin and a coating of rendered fat. They’d burned me.
“Those fuckers,” I said, gritting my teeth so hard they hurt. “Oh wait, that was my bad.” I felt the smile tug at the corners of my mouth. I really couldn’t hold them responsible for Meredith’s going boom. Well maybe I could. Bennett should have killed her. “When did you grow a conscience?”
My legs were weak when I stood up. Taking up the chart, I read how severe my injuries were. It must have taken quite sometime for the knitting to start once the…oh shard of glass was yanked out of my skull. Fitting, I suppose. That was how I killed Peter that one time. The pictures were quite entertaining. There hadn’t been much of me left to autopsy. It was nice to see the medical examiner had crossed out death by burning and replaced it with homicide.
“Oh yes,” I said as I started looking for something to wear. “They murdered me. Payback’s going to be so much fun.”
It wasn’t easy to find clothes in the morgue. Most of what they had was cut up when they stripped a corpse. I finally had to resort to just taking a lab coat from behind the door and making my way naked through the building. Invisibility was going on my list. The Company issued phone was gone, of course, just like Charlie’s powers. It frustrated me to no end that I couldn’t figure out why I lost Dale’s and Charlie’s gifts when I kept Ted’s and Brian’s. I would blame their virus for it, if they were all gone.
But rummaging through some janitor’s closet for a set of coveralls wasn’t exactly the time to try to figure out what was wrong with my brain. The typical human being uses only ten percent of their gray matter. I know that I’ve learned to use more, but it was quite probably that one power would short circuit another if I wasn’t more careful about adapting to them.
I jumped when someone pounded on the door. “George! Get your ass out of there. We’ve got a clean up in the lobby. Some kid blew her chunks all over the place.”
“I’ll get right on it,” I said not caring if I sounded anything like George. I grabbed a bucket and mop, and headed out into the hallway. Keeping my head down I slipped out of the nearest exit. The air was crisp and cold.
It was good to be alive.
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