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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar and Angela
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 538
Rating: PG
Prompts:
On the Fifth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me – a Cell on Level Five. for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_sylar
048 Sunlight carried into the windowless house- for100_fairytales 33/100
I Dare You by Shinedown forscifi_muses
Missing Scene: Sylar and Angela after she tells him she's his mommy.
“What’s she going to do to me?” I asked still laying prone on the cement slab in the middle of my cell. The cloying smell of the anesthetic they’d used mingling with the expensive scent of Angela’s perfume as she stroked her warm dry fingers over my forehead. In the scant few minutes she’d been watching over me, I’d have more physical contact that didn’t involve someone trying to kill me than I’d had in months. It was nice, and part of me craved that attention more than anything.
“Feed you.” I watched her lips form those two little words, and I had to replay them over in my head to believe them.
I felt like a baby bird in a nest made of reinforced concrete and glass. My mother was gazing at me fondly, and she touched my face one more time as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Angela took half a step back, and I didn’t miss the flash of fear and disgust in her eyes. They were dark like mine, and from what I knew about the ruthless bitch it was quite possible she was telling me the truth. She very well could be my mother. One thing was certain, she was a better fit than Virginia ever had been.
“I don’t suppose you could ask Elle to come by later?” I asked. I hated that she’d gotten away from me, but she wouldn’t next time. If there was anyone who deserved death at my hands it was that little bitch.
“I’m afraid Elle is no longer with us, Gabriel. If I’d have known she was important to you, I wouldn’t have let her go.” Angela gave me a genuine smile as she walked past Bridget who was obviously stupid, standing there like a drone waiting for the Queen Bee to give her an order. “We don’t need her. We have you.”
“I won’t disappoint you,” I told her with a lazy grin.
The cell was colder than the one in Texas, and I could feel the press of dozens of specials nearby. I could have anything I wanted. All I had to do was keep mommy happy. This wasn’t about love. I knew what a mother’s love felt like, but Angela had something else to offer me besides the special buffet. She understood me. She knew what I was, and that felt good.
“You aren’t staying for dinner?” I asked Angela as she paused at the door to the cell. A door she knew I could tear open with very little effort if I wanted to leave. They couldn’t hold me here unless the Haitian was nearby. I really had to find that fucker and kill him soon. Wonder if mommy would let me have him for my birthday. She owed me quite a few of those.
“I have other plans, but I’ll be back soon, Gabriel.” Angela didn’t shut the door all the way behind her, leaving me a way out if I wanted to follow her. There’d be time for that later after I took care of the munchies. Bridget had enough brains to scream when she hit the wall, and I started carving into her skull.
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Author:
thewatchmaker Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 538
Rating: PG
Prompts:
On the Fifth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me – a Cell on Level Five. for
heroes_sylar048 Sunlight carried into the windowless house- for
100_fairytales 33/100I Dare You by Shinedown for
scifi_musesMissing Scene: Sylar and Angela after she tells him she's his mommy.
“What’s she going to do to me?” I asked still laying prone on the cement slab in the middle of my cell. The cloying smell of the anesthetic they’d used mingling with the expensive scent of Angela’s perfume as she stroked her warm dry fingers over my forehead. In the scant few minutes she’d been watching over me, I’d have more physical contact that didn’t involve someone trying to kill me than I’d had in months. It was nice, and part of me craved that attention more than anything.
“Feed you.” I watched her lips form those two little words, and I had to replay them over in my head to believe them.
I felt like a baby bird in a nest made of reinforced concrete and glass. My mother was gazing at me fondly, and she touched my face one more time as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Angela took half a step back, and I didn’t miss the flash of fear and disgust in her eyes. They were dark like mine, and from what I knew about the ruthless bitch it was quite possible she was telling me the truth. She very well could be my mother. One thing was certain, she was a better fit than Virginia ever had been.
“I don’t suppose you could ask Elle to come by later?” I asked. I hated that she’d gotten away from me, but she wouldn’t next time. If there was anyone who deserved death at my hands it was that little bitch.
“I’m afraid Elle is no longer with us, Gabriel. If I’d have known she was important to you, I wouldn’t have let her go.” Angela gave me a genuine smile as she walked past Bridget who was obviously stupid, standing there like a drone waiting for the Queen Bee to give her an order. “We don’t need her. We have you.”
“I won’t disappoint you,” I told her with a lazy grin.
The cell was colder than the one in Texas, and I could feel the press of dozens of specials nearby. I could have anything I wanted. All I had to do was keep mommy happy. This wasn’t about love. I knew what a mother’s love felt like, but Angela had something else to offer me besides the special buffet. She understood me. She knew what I was, and that felt good.
“You aren’t staying for dinner?” I asked Angela as she paused at the door to the cell. A door she knew I could tear open with very little effort if I wanted to leave. They couldn’t hold me here unless the Haitian was nearby. I really had to find that fucker and kill him soon. Wonder if mommy would let me have him for my birthday. She owed me quite a few of those.
“I have other plans, but I’ll be back soon, Gabriel.” Angela didn’t shut the door all the way behind her, leaving me a way out if I wanted to follow her. There’d be time for that later after I took care of the munchies. Bridget had enough brains to scream when she hit the wall, and I started carving into her skull.
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