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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar, Bennet and Claire
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 544
Rating: PG - some ickiness
Prompts:
On the Fourth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me – Four Sirens Blaring. for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Jack O'Neill: He said he'd be back in a couple of hours. That gives him a good - 11 seconds. forscifi_muses
#046 The Man Who Competes With the Devil for100_fairytales 31/100
Notes: Missing Scene - after Dual, how Sylar gets away.
Flames roared through the confined corridors of Level 5, driven by it’s own constant need to consume oxygen the firestorm raced along like a living thing as it devoured everything in its path. Cinder block walls, steel reinforced, couldn’t fight the incredible heat of Meredith’s fire as it heated the pockets of air caught in the blocks themselves superheated it until they expanded like hot air balloons making the bricks explode one after another.
On the upper floors the fire alarms were blaring, fighting for dominance over explosions and the raging fire. Bob Bishop used to complain that the alarms were loud enough to wake the dead, but he was wrong. Inside of Angela’s office Sylar’s corpse lay face down on the expensive carpet. With no heartbeat the blood did little more than drip from around the shard of heavy duty glass that Claire had used to kill him.
In the hallways the bodies of Sylar’s many victims began to smolder as the heat of the fire rose from the underground levels. Puddles of clotted blood, steaming and drying up as the floor great hotter and hotter, in Angela’s office the carpet began to smoke at the edges while Sylar’s hair started to sizzle. Weak spots in the flooring collapsed down into the flames as it quickly made its way to more air and fuel on the upper levels of the building.
“It won’t work, Dad,” Claire said with a frown. “He’ll come back. He’s like me. Nothing can kill us.”
“Shhh,” said Noah with his arm around Claire’s shoulders as the first of the fire trucks came rolling into the parking lot. The firefighters rushed out, stringing and hooking up hoses to fight the blaze, and Noah prayed they weren’t too fast. Sylar needed to be destroyed once and for all. “I don’t want to think about that.”
The heat was so intense that paper and other combustibles burst into flame creating more and more fires inside of the building. Flames, bright and hot, filled Angela’s office, destroying the antique furniture, consuming the paper records that were all that was left of the Company’s legacy since Elle had fried their mainframe when Sylar tried to kill her.
Sylar’s skin began to burn and crisp as the heat boiled the fat and moisture of his body. The shard of glass grew hotter and hotter, scorching the dead flesh and his hair. The stink of burning hair mixed with the smoke choking the air. His clothing burst into flames in the frenzied heat, melting skin and charring bones. Sylar’s thick skull held the instrument of his destruction for a few more minutes, long enough for his body to be reduced to blacked bones.
When the floor gave out beneath him, he fell into the conflagration. In the smoke filled darkness where his body landed the piece of glass finally melted away. In a matter of seconds Claire’s power flared into life. He died over and over again of burns and smoke inhalation, screaming in pain louder than the sirens until they finally sent a gout of water into the room where he was trapped extinguishing the flames.
“I’m back,” He whispered, his voice rough and raw, as the walls came down on top of him.
Author:
thewatchmaker Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 544
Rating: PG - some ickiness
Prompts:
On the Fourth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me – Four Sirens Blaring. for
heroes_sylarJack O'Neill: He said he'd be back in a couple of hours. That gives him a good - 11 seconds. for
scifi_muses#046 The Man Who Competes With the Devil for
100_fairytales 31/100Notes: Missing Scene - after Dual, how Sylar gets away.
Flames roared through the confined corridors of Level 5, driven by it’s own constant need to consume oxygen the firestorm raced along like a living thing as it devoured everything in its path. Cinder block walls, steel reinforced, couldn’t fight the incredible heat of Meredith’s fire as it heated the pockets of air caught in the blocks themselves superheated it until they expanded like hot air balloons making the bricks explode one after another.
On the upper floors the fire alarms were blaring, fighting for dominance over explosions and the raging fire. Bob Bishop used to complain that the alarms were loud enough to wake the dead, but he was wrong. Inside of Angela’s office Sylar’s corpse lay face down on the expensive carpet. With no heartbeat the blood did little more than drip from around the shard of heavy duty glass that Claire had used to kill him.
In the hallways the bodies of Sylar’s many victims began to smolder as the heat of the fire rose from the underground levels. Puddles of clotted blood, steaming and drying up as the floor great hotter and hotter, in Angela’s office the carpet began to smoke at the edges while Sylar’s hair started to sizzle. Weak spots in the flooring collapsed down into the flames as it quickly made its way to more air and fuel on the upper levels of the building.
“It won’t work, Dad,” Claire said with a frown. “He’ll come back. He’s like me. Nothing can kill us.”
“Shhh,” said Noah with his arm around Claire’s shoulders as the first of the fire trucks came rolling into the parking lot. The firefighters rushed out, stringing and hooking up hoses to fight the blaze, and Noah prayed they weren’t too fast. Sylar needed to be destroyed once and for all. “I don’t want to think about that.”
The heat was so intense that paper and other combustibles burst into flame creating more and more fires inside of the building. Flames, bright and hot, filled Angela’s office, destroying the antique furniture, consuming the paper records that were all that was left of the Company’s legacy since Elle had fried their mainframe when Sylar tried to kill her.
Sylar’s skin began to burn and crisp as the heat boiled the fat and moisture of his body. The shard of glass grew hotter and hotter, scorching the dead flesh and his hair. The stink of burning hair mixed with the smoke choking the air. His clothing burst into flames in the frenzied heat, melting skin and charring bones. Sylar’s thick skull held the instrument of his destruction for a few more minutes, long enough for his body to be reduced to blacked bones.
When the floor gave out beneath him, he fell into the conflagration. In the smoke filled darkness where his body landed the piece of glass finally melted away. In a matter of seconds Claire’s power flared into life. He died over and over again of burns and smoke inhalation, screaming in pain louder than the sirens until they finally sent a gout of water into the room where he was trapped extinguishing the flames.
“I’m back,” He whispered, his voice rough and raw, as the walls came down on top of him.
