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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar and Gabriel Gray
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1378
Rating: R for language a bit for violence
Prompts: 039. Bargain not to become angry. for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_fairytales 24/100
Haunted House forheroes_faves
Blade: Now, what's behind Door Number One? forscifi_muses
Notes: Written forgraylikeme, the Gabriel to my Sylar. Who is featured with love.
“Are you sure she ran in there?” I asked Gabe, knowing damn well that Esme would do just that. She’s a cat. Of course she ran into the abandoned church that was full of rats, bugs and god knew what else. The night was bitterly cold, and I had to shove my hands deep into my pockets to keep them warm.
“Where else would she go?” He said with a heavy sigh. “She’s never run out of the shop before, but that last customer spooked her. I should have left her home today, but I wanted company.”
“It’s OK, Gabe.” I leaned close and bumped shoulders with him. He was so worried about our cat, that he’s ignoring how disgusting it has to be in there. “We’ll go inside and get her out. It’s not as if we haven’t been in there before.”
“That was a long time ago, Sylar.”
“I know, when we were kids, and my knees still hurt from the hours we spent at mass.”
“You shouldn’t talk like that,” he chastised me as we made our way up the cracked steps to the vestibule. The double doors that had been boarded shut here hanging crookedly with a gap just big enough for Esme to slip through. He crouched down, running his fingertips over the sides of the gap, reading the history of the wood. “She came through here. She’s inside.”
“Fuck.”
“Sylar.” He looked up at me, his dark eyes shining behind his glasses.
“So I’m already going to hell for being a serial killer, Gabriel. Saying ‘fuck’ on the church steps won’t make a difference. But I will try to be better about it, because I know it’s important to you.” It was too me too.
The rusty nails shrieked as we pried the boards free with telekinesis, allowing us access to the church itself. We both sneezed, rubbing our noses as the dusty stink of mildew overwhelmed us. It was disgusting, reminding me of so many bad places I’d been on the run from the Company and the Feds over the years. “Thank god for regen, or we’d have fungus growing in our lungs from this.”
“It’s colder in here than it was outside,” Gabe said from between chattering teeth. “Do you remember what they used to say about this church being haunted?”
I could see our breath mingling as we made our way into the church. It was so dark, and I was thankful that we’d picked up the ability to see in the dark from some special we’d killed. It wasn’t perfect, and if anything the ability seemed to make the shadows much darker than they should be.
“Yeah I remember. After Sister Margaret killed herself in here, what else were they going to say? But I don’t believe in ghosts.” If I did, I’d lose my mind. The last thing I needed was for all the people I’d killed to come back to haunt my dreams. It sent a shiver down my spine to think of it. “I’m the boogyman. If there are ghosts, they should be afraid of us.”
“That’s true.” Gabe bit his lip, tilting his head while he tried to hear the cat. “We need to get animal telepathy.”
“I don’t think so,” I said with a snort. “I do not want to know what’s going on in the furry despot’s brain. It’ll be all ‘feed me now, pet me now, you have displeased me, human’.”
The darkness tightened around as we walked down the center aisle. The pews had long since been removed when the church had been shut down. It was a sad state of affairs when the Catholic Church had to close down a church, but then they’d had some issues to deal with that cost big money.
“Is it getting darker?” Gabriel asked. His fingers latched to my wrist just as something ran over my foot, making me jump back. “We’re not alone, Sylar.”
“Well no. The place is full of fucking rats. Probably why Herself ran in here, she was hungry, not that she could bother hunting at the shop.”
“Why would she hunt at the shop?” Gabe sounded so insulted that I’d inferred there might be vermin at the shop. “It’s clean.”
“I had a mouse once or twice. Nothing a box of d-Con didn’t fix.” I would have kept arguing, because it’s what you do when you’re walking through a creepy deserted church, but I felt what he had. It was if icy fingers were dragging over my spine, tickling the short hair on the back of my neck. Ice powers we both had, but this was something else. “Gabe, are the shadows moving?”
“I thought I was imagining it.” I watched as electricity crackled over his hands, while I called a ball of flames into my palm. The light of which was nullified by the approaching shadows. “I told you we weren’t alone!”
“Look, I’ll make a deal with you. We fight whatever this is. Rip its head open and share the power, and we can fight over who was right later, OK?”
“There won’t be a fight. I was right to begin with.” Like he usually was.
“We could firebomb the place. It could use it.” I turned so I was back to back with my brother, both of us ready for the kill. I couldn’t find the source of the power, but I knew there was a special in there somewhere. I missed my super hearing more and more. “The shadows are blocking me. I can’t find them.”
“I can’t either, and no we can’t burn the church down. Our cat is in here, Sylar.” He was so horrified at the idea.
“My bad. I forgot about Esme when whoever this is started playing games.”
The shadows moved in closer. No light from the outside could penetrate the wall of gloom that surrounded us. I yelped when a piece of wood sliced across my cheek. It wasn’t a bad cut, and it healed quickly. But it bled enough for me to taste it on my lips. Gabe jerked back against me as a piece of debris hit him. Any trepidation I had vanished when Gabe was hurt. You do not hurt my brother.
“Payback’s a bitch,” I said to Gabe, knowing he’d understand. Using my telekinesis I picked up every bit of debris and detritus from the floor, and started it swirling in a cloud around us. I kept it above our knees, and Gabe did the same, adding his power to mine. Esme was probably long gone by now, or hiding someplace low where she wouldn’t get hurt. I loved the cat too, but I loved Gabe more.
We counted three breaths without saying a word and sent the storm out away from us. Bits of glass embedded and shattered against the walls of the church, and I heard a cry of pain from the shadows. Concentrating my power, I sent the majority at the sound, and Gabe did the same.
In a matter of seconds the shadows had returned to normal, and the special that manipulated them was on all fours, bleeding on the chapel floor. Gabe and I stalked over, ready to attack again if we needed too. I flipped him onto his back. Raising my hand to cut him open, so we could share the power.
“No brother.” Gabriel hooked his arm around mine. “It’s a church. We can’t. Not here.”
“He tried to kill us!” I snarled pulling free. I was hungry. I was angry, and I hated being denied. “He didn’t care that it was a church!”
“No, but we do.” He pointed at flash of white in the far corner, and using telekinesis he pulled the growling mass of fur that was our cat into his arms. He pet Esme until she calmed down, then looked at me. “We know what he looks like. We can find him again. Then we’ll kill him.”
I turned to the shivering special who had managed to get back on his feet. He was leaning against the wall, leaving bloody hand prints in his wake. “You heard my brother. Run tonight, but next time you’re meat.”
Author:
thewatchmaker Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1378
Rating: R for language a bit for violence
Prompts: 039. Bargain not to become angry. for
100_fairytales 24/100Haunted House for
heroes_favesBlade: Now, what's behind Door Number One? for
scifi_muses Notes: Written for
graylikeme, the Gabriel to my Sylar. Who is featured with love. “Are you sure she ran in there?” I asked Gabe, knowing damn well that Esme would do just that. She’s a cat. Of course she ran into the abandoned church that was full of rats, bugs and god knew what else. The night was bitterly cold, and I had to shove my hands deep into my pockets to keep them warm.
“Where else would she go?” He said with a heavy sigh. “She’s never run out of the shop before, but that last customer spooked her. I should have left her home today, but I wanted company.”
“It’s OK, Gabe.” I leaned close and bumped shoulders with him. He was so worried about our cat, that he’s ignoring how disgusting it has to be in there. “We’ll go inside and get her out. It’s not as if we haven’t been in there before.”
“That was a long time ago, Sylar.”
“I know, when we were kids, and my knees still hurt from the hours we spent at mass.”
“You shouldn’t talk like that,” he chastised me as we made our way up the cracked steps to the vestibule. The double doors that had been boarded shut here hanging crookedly with a gap just big enough for Esme to slip through. He crouched down, running his fingertips over the sides of the gap, reading the history of the wood. “She came through here. She’s inside.”
“Fuck.”
“Sylar.” He looked up at me, his dark eyes shining behind his glasses.
“So I’m already going to hell for being a serial killer, Gabriel. Saying ‘fuck’ on the church steps won’t make a difference. But I will try to be better about it, because I know it’s important to you.” It was too me too.
The rusty nails shrieked as we pried the boards free with telekinesis, allowing us access to the church itself. We both sneezed, rubbing our noses as the dusty stink of mildew overwhelmed us. It was disgusting, reminding me of so many bad places I’d been on the run from the Company and the Feds over the years. “Thank god for regen, or we’d have fungus growing in our lungs from this.”
“It’s colder in here than it was outside,” Gabe said from between chattering teeth. “Do you remember what they used to say about this church being haunted?”
I could see our breath mingling as we made our way into the church. It was so dark, and I was thankful that we’d picked up the ability to see in the dark from some special we’d killed. It wasn’t perfect, and if anything the ability seemed to make the shadows much darker than they should be.
“Yeah I remember. After Sister Margaret killed herself in here, what else were they going to say? But I don’t believe in ghosts.” If I did, I’d lose my mind. The last thing I needed was for all the people I’d killed to come back to haunt my dreams. It sent a shiver down my spine to think of it. “I’m the boogyman. If there are ghosts, they should be afraid of us.”
“That’s true.” Gabe bit his lip, tilting his head while he tried to hear the cat. “We need to get animal telepathy.”
“I don’t think so,” I said with a snort. “I do not want to know what’s going on in the furry despot’s brain. It’ll be all ‘feed me now, pet me now, you have displeased me, human’.”
The darkness tightened around as we walked down the center aisle. The pews had long since been removed when the church had been shut down. It was a sad state of affairs when the Catholic Church had to close down a church, but then they’d had some issues to deal with that cost big money.
“Is it getting darker?” Gabriel asked. His fingers latched to my wrist just as something ran over my foot, making me jump back. “We’re not alone, Sylar.”
“Well no. The place is full of fucking rats. Probably why Herself ran in here, she was hungry, not that she could bother hunting at the shop.”
“Why would she hunt at the shop?” Gabe sounded so insulted that I’d inferred there might be vermin at the shop. “It’s clean.”
“I had a mouse once or twice. Nothing a box of d-Con didn’t fix.” I would have kept arguing, because it’s what you do when you’re walking through a creepy deserted church, but I felt what he had. It was if icy fingers were dragging over my spine, tickling the short hair on the back of my neck. Ice powers we both had, but this was something else. “Gabe, are the shadows moving?”
“I thought I was imagining it.” I watched as electricity crackled over his hands, while I called a ball of flames into my palm. The light of which was nullified by the approaching shadows. “I told you we weren’t alone!”
“Look, I’ll make a deal with you. We fight whatever this is. Rip its head open and share the power, and we can fight over who was right later, OK?”
“There won’t be a fight. I was right to begin with.” Like he usually was.
“We could firebomb the place. It could use it.” I turned so I was back to back with my brother, both of us ready for the kill. I couldn’t find the source of the power, but I knew there was a special in there somewhere. I missed my super hearing more and more. “The shadows are blocking me. I can’t find them.”
“I can’t either, and no we can’t burn the church down. Our cat is in here, Sylar.” He was so horrified at the idea.
“My bad. I forgot about Esme when whoever this is started playing games.”
The shadows moved in closer. No light from the outside could penetrate the wall of gloom that surrounded us. I yelped when a piece of wood sliced across my cheek. It wasn’t a bad cut, and it healed quickly. But it bled enough for me to taste it on my lips. Gabe jerked back against me as a piece of debris hit him. Any trepidation I had vanished when Gabe was hurt. You do not hurt my brother.
“Payback’s a bitch,” I said to Gabe, knowing he’d understand. Using my telekinesis I picked up every bit of debris and detritus from the floor, and started it swirling in a cloud around us. I kept it above our knees, and Gabe did the same, adding his power to mine. Esme was probably long gone by now, or hiding someplace low where she wouldn’t get hurt. I loved the cat too, but I loved Gabe more.
We counted three breaths without saying a word and sent the storm out away from us. Bits of glass embedded and shattered against the walls of the church, and I heard a cry of pain from the shadows. Concentrating my power, I sent the majority at the sound, and Gabe did the same.
In a matter of seconds the shadows had returned to normal, and the special that manipulated them was on all fours, bleeding on the chapel floor. Gabe and I stalked over, ready to attack again if we needed too. I flipped him onto his back. Raising my hand to cut him open, so we could share the power.
“No brother.” Gabriel hooked his arm around mine. “It’s a church. We can’t. Not here.”
“He tried to kill us!” I snarled pulling free. I was hungry. I was angry, and I hated being denied. “He didn’t care that it was a church!”
“No, but we do.” He pointed at flash of white in the far corner, and using telekinesis he pulled the growling mass of fur that was our cat into his arms. He pet Esme until she calmed down, then looked at me. “We know what he looks like. We can find him again. Then we’ll kill him.”
I turned to the shivering special who had managed to get back on his feet. He was leaning against the wall, leaving bloody hand prints in his wake. “You heard my brother. Run tonight, but next time you’re meat.”
