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thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar and Chandra
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1021
Rating: R for violence
Prompt: "So long, and thanks for all the fish." Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: 7 Minutes to Midnight missing scene Chandra's murder, when Gabriel becomes Sylar.
Chandra’s door was locked when I got there. As it should be, this is New York, you don’t leave your door unlocked in New York, but it didn’t take me more than a few seconds with my telekinesis to pop it open. It was stuffy inside, and I could smell the leathery stink of Mohinder in his tank. I didn’t like the lizard. I don’t like reptiles in general. I’d rather be near a cockroach than a snake any time.
I closed the door behind me, locking it once more before making my way to the map on the wall. I had most of it memorized. I knew which color string went with each special, but I still didn’t know what Chandra’s key was. Every time I thought I had it figured out, he’d throw up a new variable. The answers were in his head, and until I found someone who could read minds to kill they’d stay there.
I was hoping to find more names. I’ve taken a few, and I plan on taking what they have. He told me not to come back. But he’ll never know I was here. Breaking into his desk isn’t any more difficult than the door. I’m meticulous about taking papers out of each drawer, making sure they go back exactly where they came from. Being careful is what I do. Unless Chandra comes through the door, he won’t know that I’ve been here at all.
My hand jerks away from a cassette tape as if it was on fire, the name ‘Sylar’ is scrawled on it. He’s been documenting me. He knew. I suspected he did when we had out last talk, but now I know for certain. He’s none too happy that his pet special had started feeding on the other people on his fucking list.
“Did you honestly think you could dismiss me, Chandra? Send me away over the phone, and I wouldn’t come back?”
“Gabriel!” I was so lost in his notes on me that I didn’t hear him come in. He dropped his bag of groceries as he met my eyes across the room. “What are you doing in here? I told you not to come back.”
“You told me a lot of things, Chandra.” I got up and held the tape up where he could see it, then ripped it out of the case a few yards at a time. “Did you think you could get away with this?”
I stalked toward him slowly, while be backed up and then darted out the door. He was fast for an old man, but I didn’t bother to follow him. I was more concerned with gathering his evidence and destroying it. I could come back for Chandra later. I knew where to find him.
He’s got a few more tapes, test results and pages of research he’s done on me. I took it all, tucking it into my messenger bag and looped it over my shoulder. Then I carefully closed and locked the door with more telekinesis.
My life as Gabriel Gray was over. Between Elle’s mind fuck and Chandra collecting evidence, I have no one left that I can trust now. I’m alone. When I got outside it was raining. After taking my glasses off, I leaned my face back to let it pour over me. Each heavy drop washed off another layer of the person I used to be. I was Sylar now, and Sylar couldn’t leave witnesses behind. Chandra had to die.
His cab wasn’t where he normally parked it, so I had time to kill. I went home for probably the last time and changed out of Gabriel’s clothes. I left them soaking wet on the bathroom floor, something that Gabriel would never do. But Sylar didn’t care about trivial things like dirty clothes or the smell of damp and mildew.
It took me a while to find clothes that were black like my soul. Black wasn’t a color that Gabriel bought. I’d have to find better clothes. The windows rattled as thunder shook the building. I smiled at my reflection as I pulled on the dark shirt and carefully buttoned it. It was so cliché, the storm, the black garb, but I didn’t care. I would make them new and special.
I was about to leave Gabriel’s glasses behind when I tucked them into my duffel bag at the last moment. I might need them someday. Then just in case I carefully rolled up a few of his things and tucked them inside too. I never knew when I might have to pretend to be harmless, and Gabriel was so very sweet. No one ever paid attention to him.
After closing up the apartment, the same way I had the shop, I made my way back to Chandra’s. His cab was there, but he wasn’t. It was still raining, so I used telekinesis to undo the lock and slid into the backseat. It was warmer in the cab, and it was certainly dryer. I thought about spending the night there, so I could pounce on the old man when he got up for work. But that was too dangerous. It would be better to take care of him now, once and for all.
“I need to talk to you, Chandra,” I called him from the back of the cab.
“Sylar.”
“What no hello? After all you’ve done to make me. You are the Frankenstein to my monster, Chandra. I’ll be there soon. It’s cold out. Please make some tea.” Then I hung up to wait. It wouldn’t be long before he came running to escape, and I’d have him.
I sank into the darkness of the back of the cab, smiling when he dropped his keys three times trying to get the door unlocked. His breath was coming in ragged gasps as he reached to put the key in the ignition. That’s when I took him, beating his head against the window until my watch broke, and then there was the loud pop as his neck snapped.
“So long, Chandra. Thanks for all the fish.”
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1021
Rating: R for violence
Prompt: "So long, and thanks for all the fish." Hitchhikers' Guide to the Galaxy for
scifi_musesNotes: 7 Minutes to Midnight missing scene Chandra's murder, when Gabriel becomes Sylar.
Chandra’s door was locked when I got there. As it should be, this is New York, you don’t leave your door unlocked in New York, but it didn’t take me more than a few seconds with my telekinesis to pop it open. It was stuffy inside, and I could smell the leathery stink of Mohinder in his tank. I didn’t like the lizard. I don’t like reptiles in general. I’d rather be near a cockroach than a snake any time.
I closed the door behind me, locking it once more before making my way to the map on the wall. I had most of it memorized. I knew which color string went with each special, but I still didn’t know what Chandra’s key was. Every time I thought I had it figured out, he’d throw up a new variable. The answers were in his head, and until I found someone who could read minds to kill they’d stay there.
I was hoping to find more names. I’ve taken a few, and I plan on taking what they have. He told me not to come back. But he’ll never know I was here. Breaking into his desk isn’t any more difficult than the door. I’m meticulous about taking papers out of each drawer, making sure they go back exactly where they came from. Being careful is what I do. Unless Chandra comes through the door, he won’t know that I’ve been here at all.
My hand jerks away from a cassette tape as if it was on fire, the name ‘Sylar’ is scrawled on it. He’s been documenting me. He knew. I suspected he did when we had out last talk, but now I know for certain. He’s none too happy that his pet special had started feeding on the other people on his fucking list.
“Did you honestly think you could dismiss me, Chandra? Send me away over the phone, and I wouldn’t come back?”
“Gabriel!” I was so lost in his notes on me that I didn’t hear him come in. He dropped his bag of groceries as he met my eyes across the room. “What are you doing in here? I told you not to come back.”
“You told me a lot of things, Chandra.” I got up and held the tape up where he could see it, then ripped it out of the case a few yards at a time. “Did you think you could get away with this?”
I stalked toward him slowly, while be backed up and then darted out the door. He was fast for an old man, but I didn’t bother to follow him. I was more concerned with gathering his evidence and destroying it. I could come back for Chandra later. I knew where to find him.
He’s got a few more tapes, test results and pages of research he’s done on me. I took it all, tucking it into my messenger bag and looped it over my shoulder. Then I carefully closed and locked the door with more telekinesis.
My life as Gabriel Gray was over. Between Elle’s mind fuck and Chandra collecting evidence, I have no one left that I can trust now. I’m alone. When I got outside it was raining. After taking my glasses off, I leaned my face back to let it pour over me. Each heavy drop washed off another layer of the person I used to be. I was Sylar now, and Sylar couldn’t leave witnesses behind. Chandra had to die.
His cab wasn’t where he normally parked it, so I had time to kill. I went home for probably the last time and changed out of Gabriel’s clothes. I left them soaking wet on the bathroom floor, something that Gabriel would never do. But Sylar didn’t care about trivial things like dirty clothes or the smell of damp and mildew.
It took me a while to find clothes that were black like my soul. Black wasn’t a color that Gabriel bought. I’d have to find better clothes. The windows rattled as thunder shook the building. I smiled at my reflection as I pulled on the dark shirt and carefully buttoned it. It was so cliché, the storm, the black garb, but I didn’t care. I would make them new and special.
I was about to leave Gabriel’s glasses behind when I tucked them into my duffel bag at the last moment. I might need them someday. Then just in case I carefully rolled up a few of his things and tucked them inside too. I never knew when I might have to pretend to be harmless, and Gabriel was so very sweet. No one ever paid attention to him.
After closing up the apartment, the same way I had the shop, I made my way back to Chandra’s. His cab was there, but he wasn’t. It was still raining, so I used telekinesis to undo the lock and slid into the backseat. It was warmer in the cab, and it was certainly dryer. I thought about spending the night there, so I could pounce on the old man when he got up for work. But that was too dangerous. It would be better to take care of him now, once and for all.
“I need to talk to you, Chandra,” I called him from the back of the cab.
“Sylar.”
“What no hello? After all you’ve done to make me. You are the Frankenstein to my monster, Chandra. I’ll be there soon. It’s cold out. Please make some tea.” Then I hung up to wait. It wouldn’t be long before he came running to escape, and I’d have him.
I sank into the darkness of the back of the cab, smiling when he dropped his keys three times trying to get the door unlocked. His breath was coming in ragged gasps as he reached to put the key in the ignition. That’s when I took him, beating his head against the window until my watch broke, and then there was the loud pop as his neck snapped.
“So long, Chandra. Thanks for all the fish.”
