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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar and everyone he's murdered
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 732
Rating: R for ick factor
Prompts: #065 The Dead Shall Remain Dead –![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_fairytales 25/100
Dawn of the Dead –heroes_faves
Jack: Have you tried talking to a corpse? It's boring.scifi_muses
Notes: Written forntjstawtchmkr who is one hell of a Sylar.
Thunder shook my bedroom window as another flash cut across the sky. Rain was driving against the glass hard, while tree branches screeched and tapped their own rhythm. I blinked a few times to clear my eyes in a half hearted attempt to wake up. I didn’t want to get out of bed. It was warm, and I knew it was cold out there. I didn’t need to check my clocks to know that it was 3am. I always know what time it is.
With a deep breath and sigh, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling before tossing the blankets off of me. Cold air made the skin on my arms prickle, and I could see my breath in the air.
“Fucking heater.” I was wide awake now and shivering as I walked barefoot out of my bedroom to the thermostat to see what was going on. It was set at 68 degrees, and I could hear the heater running overhead on the roof. I held my hand up to the vent, and was hit with blissfully warm air.
I let out another puff of breath that I could see in the dank cold that was seeping into my bones. No matter how hard the heater worked it couldn’t fight the pervasive chill. There had to be a window open somewhere in the house, or I’d forgotten to close the sliding glass door to the backyard when I came home.
I padded along barefoot through the three bedroom house, checking each window and door. They were all closed, locked tight in fact, and other than being cold to the touch when I put my hand on the glass, there was no reason for my teeth to be chattering.
Walking back to my bedroom, I sat on the bed while I tugged on my shoes, so I could look outside. That’s when the smell hit me. The cloying stench of rotting meat and decaying blood filled the air, clinging to the inside of my nostrils like I’d rubbed my face on a corpse.
“Hello Sylar.” I looked over my shoulder to see Isaac Mendez’ glowing white eyes boring into mine. His skin hung mottled gray and blue over his thin junkie’s frame. He smiled at me, and the stink grew thicker. The top of his skull was missing, and I could see maggots twisting and crawling over his rotting brain. “We thought it was time to pay you a visit.”
“This is a bad dream, a nightmare, brought on by staying up and watching one too many zombie movies on AMC.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. That’ll teach me to spend three days immersed in a Halloween marathon.
“I told you those movies would give you nightmares, Gabriel,” my mother said as she stepped out of the mirror, her sheers still stuck in her chest. I watched as a mouse climbed out of the wound in her chest and scampered up her sweater to nest in her hair. Its eyes flashed crimson as it chattered at me before biting a bit of flesh from my mother’s forehead. “You should listen to your mother.”
The sight of my mother jerked me to my feet, and I backed away as more of my victims came into the room. Each one of them had died by my hands and power. They reached for me with bony, clawed fingers, while their jaws snapped around swollen tongues. I sent a wave of power at them, expecting my telekinesis to send them back, but nothing happened.
“That won’t work on us, Sylar,” Brian Davis chuckled. His glasses hung off his remaining ear, and his head didn’t sit straight on his shoulders with the gaping hole I’d put into it when I’d taken his ability.
“You didn’t want it. I did!” I snarled at him, fear making my heart pound in my chest. “This isn’t real! You’re not here.”
The dead kept coming, they shambled toward me, immune to my powers, until they backed me into the corner of my room. When I had nowhere else to go they started laughing. Then my mother wrapped her fingers around my arm, dug her claws in and tore off a chunk of my flesh. I screamed as she shoved it into her mouth. I was still screaming when the others took their pound of flesh.
Author:
thewatchmaker Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 732
Rating: R for ick factor
Prompts: #065 The Dead Shall Remain Dead –
100_fairytales 25/100Dawn of the Dead –
heroes_faves Jack: Have you tried talking to a corpse? It's boring.
scifi_muses Notes: Written for
ntjstawtchmkr who is one hell of a Sylar. Thunder shook my bedroom window as another flash cut across the sky. Rain was driving against the glass hard, while tree branches screeched and tapped their own rhythm. I blinked a few times to clear my eyes in a half hearted attempt to wake up. I didn’t want to get out of bed. It was warm, and I knew it was cold out there. I didn’t need to check my clocks to know that it was 3am. I always know what time it is.
With a deep breath and sigh, I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling before tossing the blankets off of me. Cold air made the skin on my arms prickle, and I could see my breath in the air.
“Fucking heater.” I was wide awake now and shivering as I walked barefoot out of my bedroom to the thermostat to see what was going on. It was set at 68 degrees, and I could hear the heater running overhead on the roof. I held my hand up to the vent, and was hit with blissfully warm air.
I let out another puff of breath that I could see in the dank cold that was seeping into my bones. No matter how hard the heater worked it couldn’t fight the pervasive chill. There had to be a window open somewhere in the house, or I’d forgotten to close the sliding glass door to the backyard when I came home.
I padded along barefoot through the three bedroom house, checking each window and door. They were all closed, locked tight in fact, and other than being cold to the touch when I put my hand on the glass, there was no reason for my teeth to be chattering.
Walking back to my bedroom, I sat on the bed while I tugged on my shoes, so I could look outside. That’s when the smell hit me. The cloying stench of rotting meat and decaying blood filled the air, clinging to the inside of my nostrils like I’d rubbed my face on a corpse.
“Hello Sylar.” I looked over my shoulder to see Isaac Mendez’ glowing white eyes boring into mine. His skin hung mottled gray and blue over his thin junkie’s frame. He smiled at me, and the stink grew thicker. The top of his skull was missing, and I could see maggots twisting and crawling over his rotting brain. “We thought it was time to pay you a visit.”
“This is a bad dream, a nightmare, brought on by staying up and watching one too many zombie movies on AMC.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. That’ll teach me to spend three days immersed in a Halloween marathon.
“I told you those movies would give you nightmares, Gabriel,” my mother said as she stepped out of the mirror, her sheers still stuck in her chest. I watched as a mouse climbed out of the wound in her chest and scampered up her sweater to nest in her hair. Its eyes flashed crimson as it chattered at me before biting a bit of flesh from my mother’s forehead. “You should listen to your mother.”
The sight of my mother jerked me to my feet, and I backed away as more of my victims came into the room. Each one of them had died by my hands and power. They reached for me with bony, clawed fingers, while their jaws snapped around swollen tongues. I sent a wave of power at them, expecting my telekinesis to send them back, but nothing happened.
“That won’t work on us, Sylar,” Brian Davis chuckled. His glasses hung off his remaining ear, and his head didn’t sit straight on his shoulders with the gaping hole I’d put into it when I’d taken his ability.
“You didn’t want it. I did!” I snarled at him, fear making my heart pound in my chest. “This isn’t real! You’re not here.”
The dead kept coming, they shambled toward me, immune to my powers, until they backed me into the corner of my room. When I had nowhere else to go they started laughing. Then my mother wrapped her fingers around my arm, dug her claws in and tore off a chunk of my flesh. I screamed as she shoved it into her mouth. I was still screaming when the others took their pound of flesh.
