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2009-08-30
Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 426
Prompt: 30/100 #78 When![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
It's dark, the floor is sticky. It smells like the inside of ashtray and stale beer. According to Elle's phone there's someone special. There she is, tending bar. I'll have to watch her for a bit, wait for her to leave, or turn on the charm. Charm would be faster. "Hey can I get a get a shot of tequila?" She smiles when I do. I pretend to think her tits are nice. $100 and she'll keep me in Cuervo all night long.
After a few jokes, smiles and flirting, she's happy to leave me with the bottle. I'm playing the cute drunk for all it's worth. She pauses every time she wipes down the bar to listen to my sad tale about my murdered girlfriend. How I'm so broken up and sad about it. She's mine.
Stacy is so sweet. She helps me outside when the bar closes for the night. If she had half a brain, she'd call me a cab, but she insists on giving me a ride. It doesn't help that I've been using my empathy on her all night to believe every word that comes out of my lying mouth. Well not all lies. My girlfriend was murdered. I know I did it.
Her car's a beat to shit Jeep. It'll do nicely when I'm done with her. I lean across the seat to give her a kiss after she starts the Jeep. I let her get a few miles from the bar when I double over and grab the dashboard. "I'm going to puke. You need to pull over."
She pulls over fast, across three lanes to get to the freeway shoulder. I stumble out of the Jeep, holding my knees while she comes to help My hand darts out, and I grab her around the neck. I slam her down onto the ground, straddling her. She slashes me across the face with her keys and blood runs into my mouth. "What do you do?" I ask her, with my power wrapped tight so she can't move. I look for some sign. Some glimmer of what makes her special, but I don't see it. If it was a power she could hurt me with, she would have used it already. "You were a waste of my time, Stacy. All that second hand smoke and cheap booze for nothing. Fucking Elle, piece of shit list."
Her neck snaps with a flick of my wrist. No reason to cut her head open. She wasn't special enough. I leave her in the ditch. "Next."
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 426
Prompt: 30/100 #78 When
100heroesfics "Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! for
scifi_musesIt's dark, the floor is sticky. It smells like the inside of ashtray and stale beer. According to Elle's phone there's someone special. There she is, tending bar. I'll have to watch her for a bit, wait for her to leave, or turn on the charm. Charm would be faster. "Hey can I get a get a shot of tequila?" She smiles when I do. I pretend to think her tits are nice. $100 and she'll keep me in Cuervo all night long.
After a few jokes, smiles and flirting, she's happy to leave me with the bottle. I'm playing the cute drunk for all it's worth. She pauses every time she wipes down the bar to listen to my sad tale about my murdered girlfriend. How I'm so broken up and sad about it. She's mine.
Stacy is so sweet. She helps me outside when the bar closes for the night. If she had half a brain, she'd call me a cab, but she insists on giving me a ride. It doesn't help that I've been using my empathy on her all night to believe every word that comes out of my lying mouth. Well not all lies. My girlfriend was murdered. I know I did it.
Her car's a beat to shit Jeep. It'll do nicely when I'm done with her. I lean across the seat to give her a kiss after she starts the Jeep. I let her get a few miles from the bar when I double over and grab the dashboard. "I'm going to puke. You need to pull over."
She pulls over fast, across three lanes to get to the freeway shoulder. I stumble out of the Jeep, holding my knees while she comes to help My hand darts out, and I grab her around the neck. I slam her down onto the ground, straddling her. She slashes me across the face with her keys and blood runs into my mouth. "What do you do?" I ask her, with my power wrapped tight so she can't move. I look for some sign. Some glimmer of what makes her special, but I don't see it. If it was a power she could hurt me with, she would have used it already. "You were a waste of my time, Stacy. All that second hand smoke and cheap booze for nothing. Fucking Elle, piece of shit list."
Her neck snaps with a flick of my wrist. No reason to cut her head open. She wasn't special enough. I leave her in the ditch. "Next."
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