Eat at Mary's

Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 500
Prompt: When You're Evil by Voltaire for scifi_muses

Hungry it didn’t quite mean the same thing for me as it did other people, but this morning it did. My mind was occupied with so many things as it learned to separate and access my latest acquisition. I hated it when one power canceled out another. If the killing wasn’t so much fun, I wasn’t sure I would risk losing some power or another doing it. The killing was like the icing on the cake.

I settled into the booth, sliding over the cracked vinyl, and gazed over the menu. The menu’s edges where peeling and curling like the waitress’ frizzy hair. She lumbered over to the table and slid a cup of black coffee my way. Rainbows swirled on the oily surface. I knew it was going to taste like battery acid.

“What can I get you?” She asked giving me hardly a glance.

“What’s the special?” I looked into her beady eyes, looking to see if she might not be a diamond in the rough. I’d done so well with the last waitress I’d killed after all.

“Denver omelet with sausage patties, it’s really good.” The air seemed to vibrate around her. She was lying.

“I’ll take the pancakes with bacon and two eggs over easy.” I tucked the menu back in the pitted chrome rack and watched her waddle off.

The bell at the door jingled. I glanced over from beneath the brim of my baseball hat. Someone was hunting me. Again. A trio of men came in, dressed in suits right out of Men in Black. I’d been found. I wasn’t afraid of them. I could tell that two of them were more than human, but I could handle that. The big question was whether I had to kill them before or after I had my breakfast.

She dumped my plate on the table with a clatter of the cheap silver ware. I poured half the bottle of syrup over them, soaking the pancakes and the eggs. I ate quickly, keeping my ears open waiting for the signal that it was time. Time for them to die.

I heard the hum of the taser as it charged while chewing on the last slice of bacon. The eggs had been a little overdone, but the bacon was perfect. It was nice of them to let me finish eating. Too bad they didn’t take the time to get the civilians out of the diner.

Blood covered the toes of my shoes as I stood over the last agent. The others were dead. All of them agents, customers, the waitresses and even the cook were lying in broken bloody and burned out piles on the ugly black and white tiled floor. I stood over the final living soul in Eat at Mary’s and smiled as I got ready to pop off the top of his head.

“You didn’t need to kill them all,” he said through gritted teeth while I started cutting.

“Sure I did. It was fun.”