Dust in the Wind Part Five - Sylar

Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 636
Prompt: 15/100 #96 Roaches 100heroesfics and Mulder: I have seen the life on this planet, Scully, and that is exactly why I am looking elsewhere. scifi_muses
Notes: Sylar at the end of days. This is a cooperative fic between thewatchmaker and mydnight_dreams

Part One - by thewatchmaker
Part Two - by mydnight_dreams
Part Three by thewatchmaker
Part Four by mydnight_dreams

Dust in the Wind Part Five

With my belly full I made it across the wasteland to the desolate city I’d seen in the distance. Covered in dust, dog blood and filthy, I stayed in the shadows, getting my bearings before I made a move. Walking down a narrow alley, I stopped feeling roaches skitter over my bare feet while I selected my prey. He was coming out of a shop through the backdoor, a harmless merchant or cook. I didn’t give a shit which, but he was close to my size and his clothing was clean. It’d be a vast improvement over my current state.

I wanted to cut him. Peel the skin off his body and play in the blood, but if I did that I’d ruin the clothes. Instead I appeared behind him and with a quick twist; I broke his neck, just like I did Chandra Suresh’s decades ago. Nothing sounds quite like that. Nothing.

“Snap, crackle, pop…Rice Crispies.” Humming the jingle from the old commercials, I stripped Mr. Merchant down to his skivvies and tossed him onto the roof of the building where no one would notice him for a good long while.

The shirt was a little tight around my shoulders, but the pant legs and sleeves were long enough. His identification wouldn’t do me any good, but his vehicle would. I read the memory of the keys in his pocket to find out which was his. It was a tiny electric car. I had to fold myself into a ball to get behind the wheel. I studied it for a few moments, tracing memories by touch and learning how it worked before pulling it onto the road.

I told the car to take me home, and it puttered along further into the city. Away from the outskirts it was cleaner with more intact buildings. Many of them were new and reached staggering heights. People paid no attention to me in the motorized mouse as I drove though. Just as well. I had plenty of time to make my presence know. Until then I’d lay low and find out who was in power.

If Peter Petrelli did this, I’d find him. Someone from the fucking Company had to be around for me to have a little payback for leaving me in the ground for so long. I couldn’t wait. The dead man’s building was part of a huge complex. He lived on a lower floor. I made it there without drawing any attention. Most of the people I saw avoided eye contact with each other. Many of them were armed, carrying heavy guns and knives.

I wasn’t worried about any of them hurting me. I’d heal from anything but having my head cut off just as long as the parts were kept away from each other. I know. I tried it on another like me before they locked me up. His head was still alive when I burned his body to ashes.

What I wasn’t prepared for was the open use of abilities. As I gazed out of the apartment windows I saw at least three people flying by on their own accord. I’d need to bag one of them. I always wanted to fly.

But for now, bathing was next on the list. After a long shower with less than hot water, I set to work shaving the wholly blood matted beard from my face. When I looked in the mirror, it was good to see me again. I’d have to go elsewhere for a haircut though. Until then I pulled it back and tied it at the base of my neck.

With clean clothes and a pair of boots that fit well enough, I headed out into the city. I needed to gather all the information I could before I made my next move.