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thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 773
Rating: R - violence
Prompt: The first to see the sunrise for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_fairytales
John Smith: I guess that's what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning. forscifi_muses
Notes: My own beginning to Volume 6 - Brave New World
The sky was lightening. The horizon shifting from inky black to soft blue velvet, there were no stars. We were in the middle of New York, and you don’t see stars unless it was a very clear night. The lights of the city block them out.
I could hear your breath rattling in your chest. Each time you inhaled you whimpered so softly that I could barely hear it, but it still made me smile. Hunkering down on my heels, I brushed your dark hair out of your swollen eyes. There was so much blood covering your face that I almost didn’t recognize you, and you used to be so very pretty.
“I remember the first time we met. Do you?” I smiled, thinking back to my trip to Odessa, Texas. “We were both so young then. I was the faceless bogyman, and you were the naïve hero there to save the cheerleader and save the world. The look on your face was priceless when I started flinging the locker doors at you. I thought you were going to piss your pants, Peter.”
“Sylar, please, don’t do this.”
“You are awake. Good, we can watch sunrise together one last time.”
“Let me heal. We can talk. I’m dying.” He coughed, gobs of blood and mucus catching in his throat.
“There, there, Peter.” In a moment of mercy, I turned him onto his side, so he wouldn’t aspirate too quickly. “I know you’re dying. Did you miss the part where, after everyone left to interview Claire the famous invisible girl, I beat the shit out of you? Samuel’s power was nothing without a horde of specials around to magnify it. You were easy pickings for me this time without your nailgun or Rene’s ability.”
“We were friends. We made peace with each other. I love you. Matt read your mind.” He looked up at me, with the one eye that still worked. I could taste his confusion, his hurt and his pain. I liked all three.
“Please, do you think Parkman got to see anything I didn’t want him to? You both fell for the redemption spiel like it was the gospel truth. Sure I had years to con you into it, and I have to admit for awhile there I did kind of like being buddy, buddy with you.” That wasn’t a lie. I loved Peter, but I knew I could never trust him.
He reached for me with hands that looked like crushed spiders; each finger was broken at least once in our fight, and afterward when I decided to torture him a little. A lot. I tortured him a lot. I scooted back, so he couldn’t connect to take a power from me. It had been easy to break him. All I had to do was avoid skin to skin contact. Every injury on his body had been caused by telekinesis or another of my powers. He’d had no chance to steal regeneration or any of the others.
“Sylar you son of a bitch,” he wheezed one more time, then got quiet while he fought to keep his energy.
“I think that’s more your title, Peter. Here lies Peter Petrelli, last son of the biggest bitch on planet Earth. You see, little brother, lover, friend, I can’t afford to have a weakness like you in my life. The biggest mistake anyone can make is to make me care about them, and I do care about you so very much.” Taking a deep breath, filled with the scent of Peter’s blood and the greenery of Central Park, I leaned back to watch the first rays of the sun break through the buildings and trees in its path. “It’s time for our brave new world, Peter, a world where I don’t have to worry about you getting in my way. My new world where I’m not waiting for you to put a nail through my head because you’ve decided not to forgive me for killing Nathan.”
He didn’t say a thing when I rolled him back over, so he could see the sun too. I could taste death on his breath when he opened his mouth to speak. “I love you, Sylar.”
“And I love you, but I can’t live with you. I sure as hell can live without you.” I waited in silence a bit longer as Peter grew weaker. The blood loss and internal injuries were taking their toll. “I do wish your mother was here. I’d love to see her face when she watches you die.”
Peter lasted until the rays of the sun hit his face one last time.
100 Fairytales Table
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 773
Rating: R - violence
Prompt: The first to see the sunrise for
100_fairytales John Smith: I guess that's what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning. for
scifi_musesNotes: My own beginning to Volume 6 - Brave New World
The sky was lightening. The horizon shifting from inky black to soft blue velvet, there were no stars. We were in the middle of New York, and you don’t see stars unless it was a very clear night. The lights of the city block them out.
I could hear your breath rattling in your chest. Each time you inhaled you whimpered so softly that I could barely hear it, but it still made me smile. Hunkering down on my heels, I brushed your dark hair out of your swollen eyes. There was so much blood covering your face that I almost didn’t recognize you, and you used to be so very pretty.
“I remember the first time we met. Do you?” I smiled, thinking back to my trip to Odessa, Texas. “We were both so young then. I was the faceless bogyman, and you were the naïve hero there to save the cheerleader and save the world. The look on your face was priceless when I started flinging the locker doors at you. I thought you were going to piss your pants, Peter.”
“Sylar, please, don’t do this.”
“You are awake. Good, we can watch sunrise together one last time.”
“Let me heal. We can talk. I’m dying.” He coughed, gobs of blood and mucus catching in his throat.
“There, there, Peter.” In a moment of mercy, I turned him onto his side, so he wouldn’t aspirate too quickly. “I know you’re dying. Did you miss the part where, after everyone left to interview Claire the famous invisible girl, I beat the shit out of you? Samuel’s power was nothing without a horde of specials around to magnify it. You were easy pickings for me this time without your nailgun or Rene’s ability.”
“We were friends. We made peace with each other. I love you. Matt read your mind.” He looked up at me, with the one eye that still worked. I could taste his confusion, his hurt and his pain. I liked all three.
“Please, do you think Parkman got to see anything I didn’t want him to? You both fell for the redemption spiel like it was the gospel truth. Sure I had years to con you into it, and I have to admit for awhile there I did kind of like being buddy, buddy with you.” That wasn’t a lie. I loved Peter, but I knew I could never trust him.
He reached for me with hands that looked like crushed spiders; each finger was broken at least once in our fight, and afterward when I decided to torture him a little. A lot. I tortured him a lot. I scooted back, so he couldn’t connect to take a power from me. It had been easy to break him. All I had to do was avoid skin to skin contact. Every injury on his body had been caused by telekinesis or another of my powers. He’d had no chance to steal regeneration or any of the others.
“Sylar you son of a bitch,” he wheezed one more time, then got quiet while he fought to keep his energy.
“I think that’s more your title, Peter. Here lies Peter Petrelli, last son of the biggest bitch on planet Earth. You see, little brother, lover, friend, I can’t afford to have a weakness like you in my life. The biggest mistake anyone can make is to make me care about them, and I do care about you so very much.” Taking a deep breath, filled with the scent of Peter’s blood and the greenery of Central Park, I leaned back to watch the first rays of the sun break through the buildings and trees in its path. “It’s time for our brave new world, Peter, a world where I don’t have to worry about you getting in my way. My new world where I’m not waiting for you to put a nail through my head because you’ve decided not to forgive me for killing Nathan.”
He didn’t say a thing when I rolled him back over, so he could see the sun too. I could taste death on his breath when he opened his mouth to speak. “I love you, Sylar.”
“And I love you, but I can’t live with you. I sure as hell can live without you.” I waited in silence a bit longer as Peter grew weaker. The blood loss and internal injuries were taking their toll. “I do wish your mother was here. I’d love to see her face when she watches you die.”
Peter lasted until the rays of the sun hit his face one last time.
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