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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 13 100 word drabbles
Rating: all work safe
Notes: featuring Peter, Gabriel, Lydia, Maya and Alejandro
Fireworks
I saw it all flashing before my eyes, death, deliverance, and the blast that would destroy New York. It wasn’t my life I was reliving. It was the future. Then suddenly it changed. I was too weak to fight. Blood soaking my clothes as I was dragged to the manhole, no one heard me whimper as she shoved me inside.
But before the darkness swallowed me whole, I saw the blinding flash in the sky when night became day as Peter blew up like fireworks. The city was safe. I might be too. The pain was worse than the stench.
Wraith
You preach at me, dare to call me a monster, lock me up and strip me of everything that made me human. You watched me, waiting for me to become what I am, and when it didn’t happen fast enough you poked at me until I lost my soul.
Now you punish me for becoming who you wanted. How noble of you, Bennet, to hunt me and spout off about how evil I am, when I’m who you wanted me to be. You could have left me alone. You could have left me to be Gabriel Gray.
Payback’s a bitch.
Pride
They are mine. Every single power I ever wanted, and I’m more special than anyone. Not even Saint Peter Petrelli could stand up to me. He tried though. Broken with one pitiful power at a time, he tried. Too stupid to realize he’d been beaten until he was blowing bubbles of snot and blood when I was done with him. It wasn’t until the light faded from his eyes that he knew I was the best. I can take the entire world now, and make it whatever I want.
I am the King of the World. Peter is worm food.
Greed
She was carefully looking over each apple, checking to see if they smelled right, the color was bright enough before putting it in her basket. I’d been following Stephanie for two days, watching and waiting for my chance.
I watched Stephanie unlock her trunk without using a key and put her groceries in. I could do the same with telekinesis, but she could undo any lock.
Her ability wasn’t much. She couldn’t move mountains with it. She couldn’t turn the pages of a book with it. But none of that mattered. She had it, and soon it would be mine.
Temperance
I’d been in a cell like this before. I’d been raging, hungry and rabid like a wild animal. Angela, my mother, said she’d help me learn to control the hunger that drives me.
She gave me Bridget, and a new power that I’m not sure I like, but in a way it feeds my need to understand. I can learn the history of any object by touching it. Every inch of this cell tells me its own story, echoes of other prisoners. I won’t die in this place. I will learn. I will be who Angela needs me to be.
Patience
It was dark. I could see her moving back and forth across the windows, her shadow shifting over the curtains. Years I’d waited after promising Peter that I wouldn’t kill Angela, but Peter was gone now. I don’t think he thought his mother would outlive him. I certainly hadn’t. I assumed someone else she hurt would put a bullet between her eyes, or she’d be poisoned by her own evil.
But it would be my hands that wrapped around her throat. She looked up at me when I appeared in the room. No fear in her eyes. “I’ve been waiting.”
Dawn – Sylar/Peter
I can hear the pounding of the hammer on the bricks. It’s cold, the light of the sun barely touching the tops of the tallest buildings. It’ll be a long time before it reaches Peter in the shadow of the Wall.
I wish he’d slept longer, but he’s obsessed with breaking us free, getting away from me. I close my eyes and let out a ragged sigh. I don’t mind it here now that I’m not alone. We fight more than I thought humanly possible, but I love that he’s here.
“Morning, I brought you coffee.” Was that a smile?
The Last Time You Loved – Sylar/Gabriel
He is sleeping so deeply, dark lashes featuring over his cheeks, his glasses on the nightstand. I leaned on my elbow, watching the rise and fall of Gabriel’s chest. I could see the flicker of his eyes as a dream visited him. I hope it is a good one. I want only good dreams for him, dreams filled with fantasy and hopes fulfilled.
This is what he has given me, love, hope and faith in a future that would be filled with the two of us sharing our time together. He is my life, my eternity, and I love him.
Significant
Blood covered my knuckles, and none of it was mine. Noah was wheezing through the ruin of his nose, his glasses crushed beneath my boots as I held him up by the collar. His eyes were nearly swollen shut, and I had no doubt a few of his teeth were scattered in the gravel of the rooftop.
“Who’s insignificant now, asshole? Not me, I’m the biggest bad on the fucking planet, thanks to you. You could have let me die, but oh no, you had to get Elle to push my buttons. How’s that working out for you Mr. Bennet?”
Last Thing You Lost
Through the music box shop window, I watched as the ballerinas danced and carousel horses ran in circles while tinny music played. A few of them were broken. I could feel where their gears didn’t quite fit together properly, but they weren’t what had my attention.
It was the dozens of snow globes that glowed among the music boxes. It wasn’t an expensive fancy one calling to me; it was a cheap ball of glass filled with green trees and a miniature of Mount Hood.
I left Oregon in the crusty snow that covered her grave. “I miss you, mom.”
Burn
The stink of charred flesh filled my regenerated lungs. I couldn’t move, the muscles were fighting to knit together while the flames roared. Meredith’s inferno was hotter than any normal fire. Hot enough that it destroyed whatever had been driven into my skull to kill me.
Silly rabbits, I thought as I writhed in pain and fire. They should have cut my head off that would have prevented my rebirth and future revenge. They’d pay for this just like they’ll pay for everything else.
A torrent of water blasted through a wall, dousing the flames. I screamed as finished healing.
Ring – Sylar/Gabriel
It had to be special without being ostentatious. It can’t be too sleek or modern either. He’s neither of those things. Well he is to me, but he doesn’t see it. I want them to match, but finding a ring to signify both of our personalities is going to be a bitch. But if it was easy, would it be worth it?
We’ve both fought to be where we are in our lives and with each other. Neither one of us likes easy, easy is for the mindless masses. It’s not for Gabriel or me. We’re too special for that.
Travel Troubles – Sylar, Maya, Alejandro
“Maya!”
“Alejandro!”
“Maya!”
“Alejandro!”
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, before I bash your heads together. I chugged half a bottle of tepid water, washing grit from between my teeth. I wanted a bed, a bath and a brick to kill the wonder fucking twins. I didn’t care that they had powers anymore. I wanted them to stop being so goddamn loud when I was trying to sleep.
“Gabriel, you’re awake!” Maya said, bouncing around to look at me. “Alejandro won’t let me drive.”
“I’ll drive.”
Alejandro glared at me.
“You sleep.” Or die. Either would be a vast improvement.
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 13 100 word drabbles
Rating: all work safe
Notes: featuring Peter, Gabriel, Lydia, Maya and Alejandro
Fireworks
I saw it all flashing before my eyes, death, deliverance, and the blast that would destroy New York. It wasn’t my life I was reliving. It was the future. Then suddenly it changed. I was too weak to fight. Blood soaking my clothes as I was dragged to the manhole, no one heard me whimper as she shoved me inside.
But before the darkness swallowed me whole, I saw the blinding flash in the sky when night became day as Peter blew up like fireworks. The city was safe. I might be too. The pain was worse than the stench.
Wraith
You preach at me, dare to call me a monster, lock me up and strip me of everything that made me human. You watched me, waiting for me to become what I am, and when it didn’t happen fast enough you poked at me until I lost my soul.
Now you punish me for becoming who you wanted. How noble of you, Bennet, to hunt me and spout off about how evil I am, when I’m who you wanted me to be. You could have left me alone. You could have left me to be Gabriel Gray.
Payback’s a bitch.
Pride
They are mine. Every single power I ever wanted, and I’m more special than anyone. Not even Saint Peter Petrelli could stand up to me. He tried though. Broken with one pitiful power at a time, he tried. Too stupid to realize he’d been beaten until he was blowing bubbles of snot and blood when I was done with him. It wasn’t until the light faded from his eyes that he knew I was the best. I can take the entire world now, and make it whatever I want.
I am the King of the World. Peter is worm food.
Greed
She was carefully looking over each apple, checking to see if they smelled right, the color was bright enough before putting it in her basket. I’d been following Stephanie for two days, watching and waiting for my chance.
I watched Stephanie unlock her trunk without using a key and put her groceries in. I could do the same with telekinesis, but she could undo any lock.
Her ability wasn’t much. She couldn’t move mountains with it. She couldn’t turn the pages of a book with it. But none of that mattered. She had it, and soon it would be mine.
Temperance
I’d been in a cell like this before. I’d been raging, hungry and rabid like a wild animal. Angela, my mother, said she’d help me learn to control the hunger that drives me.
She gave me Bridget, and a new power that I’m not sure I like, but in a way it feeds my need to understand. I can learn the history of any object by touching it. Every inch of this cell tells me its own story, echoes of other prisoners. I won’t die in this place. I will learn. I will be who Angela needs me to be.
Patience
It was dark. I could see her moving back and forth across the windows, her shadow shifting over the curtains. Years I’d waited after promising Peter that I wouldn’t kill Angela, but Peter was gone now. I don’t think he thought his mother would outlive him. I certainly hadn’t. I assumed someone else she hurt would put a bullet between her eyes, or she’d be poisoned by her own evil.
But it would be my hands that wrapped around her throat. She looked up at me when I appeared in the room. No fear in her eyes. “I’ve been waiting.”
Dawn – Sylar/Peter
I can hear the pounding of the hammer on the bricks. It’s cold, the light of the sun barely touching the tops of the tallest buildings. It’ll be a long time before it reaches Peter in the shadow of the Wall.
I wish he’d slept longer, but he’s obsessed with breaking us free, getting away from me. I close my eyes and let out a ragged sigh. I don’t mind it here now that I’m not alone. We fight more than I thought humanly possible, but I love that he’s here.
“Morning, I brought you coffee.” Was that a smile?
The Last Time You Loved – Sylar/Gabriel
He is sleeping so deeply, dark lashes featuring over his cheeks, his glasses on the nightstand. I leaned on my elbow, watching the rise and fall of Gabriel’s chest. I could see the flicker of his eyes as a dream visited him. I hope it is a good one. I want only good dreams for him, dreams filled with fantasy and hopes fulfilled.
This is what he has given me, love, hope and faith in a future that would be filled with the two of us sharing our time together. He is my life, my eternity, and I love him.
Significant
Blood covered my knuckles, and none of it was mine. Noah was wheezing through the ruin of his nose, his glasses crushed beneath my boots as I held him up by the collar. His eyes were nearly swollen shut, and I had no doubt a few of his teeth were scattered in the gravel of the rooftop.
“Who’s insignificant now, asshole? Not me, I’m the biggest bad on the fucking planet, thanks to you. You could have let me die, but oh no, you had to get Elle to push my buttons. How’s that working out for you Mr. Bennet?”
Last Thing You Lost
Through the music box shop window, I watched as the ballerinas danced and carousel horses ran in circles while tinny music played. A few of them were broken. I could feel where their gears didn’t quite fit together properly, but they weren’t what had my attention.
It was the dozens of snow globes that glowed among the music boxes. It wasn’t an expensive fancy one calling to me; it was a cheap ball of glass filled with green trees and a miniature of Mount Hood.
I left Oregon in the crusty snow that covered her grave. “I miss you, mom.”
Burn
The stink of charred flesh filled my regenerated lungs. I couldn’t move, the muscles were fighting to knit together while the flames roared. Meredith’s inferno was hotter than any normal fire. Hot enough that it destroyed whatever had been driven into my skull to kill me.
Silly rabbits, I thought as I writhed in pain and fire. They should have cut my head off that would have prevented my rebirth and future revenge. They’d pay for this just like they’ll pay for everything else.
A torrent of water blasted through a wall, dousing the flames. I screamed as finished healing.
Ring – Sylar/Gabriel
It had to be special without being ostentatious. It can’t be too sleek or modern either. He’s neither of those things. Well he is to me, but he doesn’t see it. I want them to match, but finding a ring to signify both of our personalities is going to be a bitch. But if it was easy, would it be worth it?
We’ve both fought to be where we are in our lives and with each other. Neither one of us likes easy, easy is for the mindless masses. It’s not for Gabriel or me. We’re too special for that.
Travel Troubles – Sylar, Maya, Alejandro
“Maya!”
“Alejandro!”
“Maya!”
“Alejandro!”
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, before I bash your heads together. I chugged half a bottle of tepid water, washing grit from between my teeth. I wanted a bed, a bath and a brick to kill the wonder fucking twins. I didn’t care that they had powers anymore. I wanted them to stop being so goddamn loud when I was trying to sleep.
“Gabriel, you’re awake!” Maya said, bouncing around to look at me. “Alejandro won’t let me drive.”
“I’ll drive.”
Alejandro glared at me.
“You sleep.” Or die. Either would be a vast improvement.
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