2009-09-18
Characters: Sylar and Peter Petrelli, Matt Parkman, Molly Walker
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG for ick and angst
Word Count: 961
Prompt: 32/100 #80 Why?
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A.J.: What's with you? Yesterday you were normal and today you're like the Chinese guy from the Karate Kid. What's with you today?
Lucas: What's with today today?
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Notes: What happens after "I Have Become Death" from Sylar's POV. Inspired by
dailyheroes for August 20. This was supposed to be a one shot story, but Sylar had other ideas.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Finding Claire was problematic. Peter was walking besides me. I could feel his apprehension. She’d shot him, burned him virtually alive, killed my son, and was responsible for our brother’s death, but he still was reluctant to kill her.
“Get with the program, brother. Claire dies.” I slammed my forearm into his throat, knocking him back into the security gate. It rattled and shook, his body hit hard enough to break the liquor store window behind it. When I let up on him, the gate was twisted and warped from the impact.
“Fuck Gabriel.” He coughed rubbing at his throat until he healed. “Was that necessary?”
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Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG for ick and angst
Word Count: 961
Prompt: 32/100 #80 Why?
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A.J.: What's with you? Yesterday you were normal and today you're like the Chinese guy from the Karate Kid. What's with you today?
Lucas: What's with today today?
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Notes: What happens after "I Have Become Death" from Sylar's POV. Inspired by
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Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Finding Claire was problematic. Peter was walking besides me. I could feel his apprehension. She’d shot him, burned him virtually alive, killed my son, and was responsible for our brother’s death, but he still was reluctant to kill her.
“Get with the program, brother. Claire dies.” I slammed my forearm into his throat, knocking him back into the security gate. It rattled and shook, his body hit hard enough to break the liquor store window behind it. When I let up on him, the gate was twisted and warped from the impact.
“Fuck Gabriel.” He coughed rubbing at his throat until he healed. “Was that necessary?”
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