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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar and Gabriel
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1050
Rating: PG
Prompts:
On the Ninth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me – Nine Broken Snow Globes.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_sylar
Tommy Johnson: I had to be up at that there crossroads last midnight, to sell my soul to the devil.scifi_muses
058. The girl who does not know herself. for100_fairytales 36/100
Notes: Missing scene from The Hard Part
I watched, leaning on the kitchen sink while he begged Hiro to kill him. It was disgusting, so was the apartment. Would it have killed Gabriel to get off his ass and paint in here once a decade? They haven’t changed a thing since his father left.
“He’s not the coward, you are.” Pushing off the sink, I walked around him, careful not to step in Virginia’s blood. She’d died nearly instantly. There was no spray of blood, and she was leaking on the floor instead of pumping out her life in crimson glory. “I’m disappointed.”
“You’re not real!” He snapped at me, backing up into the table where the sandwich he didn’t want was sitting with half of it gone.
“You’re a spineless coward, Gabriel.” I smirked at him, picking up one of Virginia’s prize snow globes. It was an ugly thing, filled with clumps of plastic fluff with only a few flakes of glitter to shower down on the tiny Alpine village. After giving it a good shake I dropped it onto the floor where it shattered. “You didn’t want that sandwich, but you let her bully you into taking it.”
“I was hungry,” he grumbled and rubbed at his arms, spreading her blood on his sleeves. “I ate it because I wanted to.”
“Do you even hear yourself?” I tapped the glass of another globe. This one was filled with Santa and his reindeer. The water was slightly yellow in this one, and I could see the cheap plastic mold marks on the figurines. When I tipped it off the shelf it crashed onto the floor near my feet. “Here’s the way this is going to go. Every time you lie to me, I’m going to break one of mom’s treasures.”
“You wouldn’t dare! She was your mother too!” Just for that little outburst I broke a couple more of the fugly things. “I wasn’t lying, you bastard!”
“Not exactly, yes, I would dare, and no, she wasn’t quite my mother.” I crouched down next to Virginia’s cooling corpse and trailed my finger in the slowly growing puddle of gore. It was still warm, and the way Gabriel cringed when I licked it off my finger was priceless. “She wasn’t quite your mother either. Too bad you didn’t make her tell us who our real parents were before you killed her.”
“I didn’t kill her!” Tears choked his voice, and he came lurching at me with his fist raised, bubbles of snot on his upper lip. “You did!”
“No, Gabriel, we did. We killed mom.” I wrapped my power around his arm, holding it in place above his head. “You need to make up your mind, Gabriel. Either I’m real, or I’m not. She could see me in you. She saw me when we were making it snow.”
“No! It was an accident. I didn’t mean to hurt her!”
“Liar!” I picked up one of the biggest of the snow globes. This one had cost real money. I remembered saving my allowance for it for months, and giving it to her for Mother’s Day. I threw it against the wall where it hit dad’s clock. “You wanted her dead! You wanted her to let you go! You were tired of her trying to run your life.”
Gabriel jerked out of my grip, and threw himself backwards where he bumped into the refrigerator. I reached over his shoulder and yanked down a yellowed piece of paper with a crayon drawing on it.
“Do you remember this, Gabe? It’s been hanging here for twenty god damn years! Who lives like this? Look at you! No wonder you want to be me.” I crumpled the paper and shoved it into his mouth when he opened it to scream at me. I laughed when tears of anger started running down his cheeks. “Let go! Be me!”
“No! I don’t want to be you! I don’t want to hurt anyone else!” That cost him two more snow globes. He was crying silently now. His body wracked with grief as he stumbled toward Virginia’s corpse. “Mom!”
I hissed as I drew a breath between my teeth. “Too bad we didn’t kill anyone who could raise the dead, isn’t it?”
“Please, I’m sorry.” He was rocking back and forth, and his eyes were pressed tightly shut.
“I’m still here whether you can see me or not. I’ve always been here, watching over you, protecting you. You like what I do for you, Gabriel.” I brushed my fingers over the nape of his neck and smile when he shivered. “I’m as real as you’ve made me.”
“I don’t. I don’t.” He scrambled away from Virginia and me, then yelped when his hand came down on one of the shards of broken glass. I watched as he tugged the curved piece out and blood ran down his fingers. “I don’t like you.”
I carefully cradled the new globe from Texas. Holding it between both hands, I used my telekinesis to crush it into a shower of damp glitter and crunched the little oil well and cowboy hat that had been inside beneath my shoe. “Oops, look what you made me do.”
“Please, Sylar, please. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t.” He was standing in front of the little mirror that Virginia had stuck on the wall near the door, so she could check her appearance before going out. It didn’t get much use.
“I know you can’t.” I wrapped my arms around him from behind, and brushed my lips along his ear. “That’s why I’m here. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
“What do I have to do, Sylar?” He trembled in my arms as I turned him around, and walked him over to the shelf where the biggest display was.
“You know what you need to do. Let go. Let me do what needs to be done.” I picked up the half dome that had our picture inside. “Break that one. Set me free.”
Gabriel put the snow globe on the floor and stomped down on it. I laughed as we stomped it to nothing on the floor. Then I felt Isaac’s power calling me to Virginia’s body. There was more than enough blood for me to paint while Gabriel watched from the safe place where I put him.
Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.
12 Days of Sylar
100 Fairytales
Author:
thewatchmaker Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1050
Rating: PG
Prompts:
On the Ninth Day of Sylar, my true love gave to me – Nine Broken Snow Globes.
heroes_sylarTommy Johnson: I had to be up at that there crossroads last midnight, to sell my soul to the devil.
scifi_muses058. The girl who does not know herself. for
100_fairytales 36/100Notes: Missing scene from The Hard Part
I watched, leaning on the kitchen sink while he begged Hiro to kill him. It was disgusting, so was the apartment. Would it have killed Gabriel to get off his ass and paint in here once a decade? They haven’t changed a thing since his father left.
“He’s not the coward, you are.” Pushing off the sink, I walked around him, careful not to step in Virginia’s blood. She’d died nearly instantly. There was no spray of blood, and she was leaking on the floor instead of pumping out her life in crimson glory. “I’m disappointed.”
“You’re not real!” He snapped at me, backing up into the table where the sandwich he didn’t want was sitting with half of it gone.
“You’re a spineless coward, Gabriel.” I smirked at him, picking up one of Virginia’s prize snow globes. It was an ugly thing, filled with clumps of plastic fluff with only a few flakes of glitter to shower down on the tiny Alpine village. After giving it a good shake I dropped it onto the floor where it shattered. “You didn’t want that sandwich, but you let her bully you into taking it.”
“I was hungry,” he grumbled and rubbed at his arms, spreading her blood on his sleeves. “I ate it because I wanted to.”
“Do you even hear yourself?” I tapped the glass of another globe. This one was filled with Santa and his reindeer. The water was slightly yellow in this one, and I could see the cheap plastic mold marks on the figurines. When I tipped it off the shelf it crashed onto the floor near my feet. “Here’s the way this is going to go. Every time you lie to me, I’m going to break one of mom’s treasures.”
“You wouldn’t dare! She was your mother too!” Just for that little outburst I broke a couple more of the fugly things. “I wasn’t lying, you bastard!”
“Not exactly, yes, I would dare, and no, she wasn’t quite my mother.” I crouched down next to Virginia’s cooling corpse and trailed my finger in the slowly growing puddle of gore. It was still warm, and the way Gabriel cringed when I licked it off my finger was priceless. “She wasn’t quite your mother either. Too bad you didn’t make her tell us who our real parents were before you killed her.”
“I didn’t kill her!” Tears choked his voice, and he came lurching at me with his fist raised, bubbles of snot on his upper lip. “You did!”
“No, Gabriel, we did. We killed mom.” I wrapped my power around his arm, holding it in place above his head. “You need to make up your mind, Gabriel. Either I’m real, or I’m not. She could see me in you. She saw me when we were making it snow.”
“No! It was an accident. I didn’t mean to hurt her!”
“Liar!” I picked up one of the biggest of the snow globes. This one had cost real money. I remembered saving my allowance for it for months, and giving it to her for Mother’s Day. I threw it against the wall where it hit dad’s clock. “You wanted her dead! You wanted her to let you go! You were tired of her trying to run your life.”
Gabriel jerked out of my grip, and threw himself backwards where he bumped into the refrigerator. I reached over his shoulder and yanked down a yellowed piece of paper with a crayon drawing on it.
“Do you remember this, Gabe? It’s been hanging here for twenty god damn years! Who lives like this? Look at you! No wonder you want to be me.” I crumpled the paper and shoved it into his mouth when he opened it to scream at me. I laughed when tears of anger started running down his cheeks. “Let go! Be me!”
“No! I don’t want to be you! I don’t want to hurt anyone else!” That cost him two more snow globes. He was crying silently now. His body wracked with grief as he stumbled toward Virginia’s corpse. “Mom!”
I hissed as I drew a breath between my teeth. “Too bad we didn’t kill anyone who could raise the dead, isn’t it?”
“Please, I’m sorry.” He was rocking back and forth, and his eyes were pressed tightly shut.
“I’m still here whether you can see me or not. I’ve always been here, watching over you, protecting you. You like what I do for you, Gabriel.” I brushed my fingers over the nape of his neck and smile when he shivered. “I’m as real as you’ve made me.”
“I don’t. I don’t.” He scrambled away from Virginia and me, then yelped when his hand came down on one of the shards of broken glass. I watched as he tugged the curved piece out and blood ran down his fingers. “I don’t like you.”
I carefully cradled the new globe from Texas. Holding it between both hands, I used my telekinesis to crush it into a shower of damp glitter and crunched the little oil well and cowboy hat that had been inside beneath my shoe. “Oops, look what you made me do.”
“Please, Sylar, please. I can’t do this anymore. I can’t.” He was standing in front of the little mirror that Virginia had stuck on the wall near the door, so she could check her appearance before going out. It didn’t get much use.
“I know you can’t.” I wrapped my arms around him from behind, and brushed my lips along his ear. “That’s why I’m here. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
“What do I have to do, Sylar?” He trembled in my arms as I turned him around, and walked him over to the shelf where the biggest display was.
“You know what you need to do. Let go. Let me do what needs to be done.” I picked up the half dome that had our picture inside. “Break that one. Set me free.”
Gabriel put the snow globe on the floor and stomped down on it. I laughed as we stomped it to nothing on the floor. Then I felt Isaac’s power calling me to Virginia’s body. There was more than enough blood for me to paint while Gabriel watched from the safe place where I put him.
Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.
12 Days of Sylar
100 Fairytales
