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thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar and Nathan Petrelli
Genre: Gen
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1200+
Rating: R for violence and language
Prompts: 027 The hunter. for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_fairytales 43/100
Richard Castle: A wife and fiancée cat fight. Please tell me we can stop for popcorn on the way. forscifi_muses
Notes: AU Season One fic
He got away. My teeth were grinding as I went over all that had gone wrong at Macy’s. I should have had him. I hate it when the prey gets away, and I couldn’t stop going over the what-ifs about the situation. With all that I could do I hadn’t been able to bag the invisible man. Obviously he was smarter than the average bear. He knew how to hide, and for that matter he knew to hide from me.
Peter Petrelli must have told him about me. That fucking Boy Scout got in my way yet again, I hated him more than anyone else, and god I wanted that wonderful power of his. I wasn’t ready to go up against Peter so soon, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t hurt him. Peter has an Achilles Heel. Its name is Nathan Petrelli.
It wasn’t hard to find Nathan. He wasn’t the kind of guy who hides. I followed him around for a couple of days. I didn’t want to make the same mistake I did with Mr. Invisible. He was arrogant, smug and smarmy. He was everything you expect some rich bastard to be. People would thank me for killing the son of a bitch. Nathan blood covered corpse would be the best message I could send Peter.
It didn’t surprise me that Nathan would flirt with anyone with a pulse. His eyes caught on every single woman that walked past him while he drank coffee across the restaurant from me. He paid particular attention to the blondes, undressing them with his eyes. It was tawdry behavior for someone trying to get into office. He should be more careful. I mean the press might be watching him, or his wife might have wised up and hired a private investigator to follow him around.
When he left, so did I. I still didn’t know what his ability was. I could feel it on him, but he hadn’t done anything in front of me. Hopefully it was something good. I didn’t want another lame power. Although this was more about hurting Peter than it was about feeding my hunger, Nathan having an ability was extra cheese and pepperoni on a deep dish.
Something must have spooked him, because he didn’t head for the street to hail a cab. Instead he went around the side of the restaurant into an alley. Clinging to the shadows, I tagged along, and I couldn’t believe my eyes when he took off like a bullet into the sky.
“You can fly. The son of a bitch can fly!” I was ecstatic. Hell, I was probably drooling. “This changes everything.” The kill would have to be indoors. I’d need to trap him to kill him. Visions of Wile E. Coyote and a box of Acme gadgets made me smile, but I didn’t think that I’d need the Acme Suck-a-lux to bag the flying man. This was suddenly a lot more fun. Things were finally going my way.
If Nathan was Peter’s weakness, it stood to reason that Peter was his in return. I hailed a cab and gave the driver Peter’s address. Monhinder might not have given me the list, but he had Peter’s address on file. I let myself into the dingy apartment. It wasn’t quite what I expected, but then Peter did try to be Joe Blow. It must annoy the shit out of his family for him to live like the rest of us.
It smelled stuffy as if no one had lived there for a few weeks. For all I knew Peter had gone home to live with mommy after Texas and our fight at Mohinder’s, and that was just fine. All that mattered was it was small, and Nathan wouldn’t be able to fly to escape.
“I need to talk to Nathan Petrelli,” I told the girl who answered the phone in Nathan’s law office. “Tell him it’s about his brother, Peter.”
With the phone tucked against my ear, I paced over to the window and used Zane’s melting power to seal the locks. The only way to open it now would be to go through the glass. The bedroom window sealed just as easily.
“This is Nathan Petrelli, can I help you?” His voice was so familiar, but then I’d seen enough of his political commercials. I wondered if Nathan Petrelli would approve of my message.
“I’m Peter’s neighbor, Mr. Petrelli. You need to come to his apartment. I heard noises,” I stammered trying to sound like a helpful neighbor. I could hear the wheels turning in Nathan’s head while he tried to decide if he should come or not. “If you can’t come, I can call the police.”
Playing the police card would work. Nathan didn’t like negative press. No politician did. He’d come to make sure no one talked about what little brother had done now. “I’ll be right there. Thanks for calling me.”
I hung up before he could ask my name, and the phone on the end table started ringing. The display said it was from Nathan, so I reached for it, letting it drop from my hand. When it hit the floor, I kicked it, knocking over a few breakables with my telekinesis and then I yanked the phone line out of the wall. It was a shame I didn’t have any blood to splatter over the walls, but I’d have plenty soon enough.
Nathan got there fast. He must have flown, and I’d barely had time to finish tearing the place apart. It was a good thing I stayed out of sight, because suddenly he was on the fire escape trying to get the window open. When he gave up I made sure the door was unlocked, so he could come in to save the day.
Then I waited, tucked behind the door for the man to come inside. His feet pounded down the hallway, and he knocked on the door calling Peter’s name before he discovered it was unlocked. Nathan barged in, and I covered his head and shoulders with a sheet that I’d pulled from Peter’s bed while closing and locking the door with telekinesis.
“What the fuck!” Nathan snarled and tried to fight me, but I didn’t stay close enough for him to connect with his fists or feet. I kept the sheet wrapped tightly around him, and then tripped him so he landed on his face on the carpet. He clawed at the fabric, swearing a blue streak, as he tried to get free.
“Wow, I guess you really were in the Navy, Nathan. No one can swear like a Navy man.” I flipped him onto his back and straddled him. He bucked beneath me trying to knock me off, but I was there to stay. I chuckled as I cut through the sheet to free his head from confinement. He shook his head to clear it. He had no idea who I was, but he’d find out soon enough. “Hi, Nathan, I’m Sylar. You’re going to help me send Peter a message.”
“Where’s Peter? What did you do to my brother?!” He was frantic, and his fear tasted wonderful.
“Tell,” I snarled as I began to cut into his forehead. “Peter that I’ll be coming for him soon.”
I was purposely sloppy, making sure I got as much blood on everything that I could. I cut slowly so that Nathan’s screams could fill my ears. It felt so good when I ripped off the top of his skull and made his power mine. With a wave of my hand I shattered the window and took off into the sky.
“Game on, Peter. Game on.”
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Genre: Gen
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 1200+
Rating: R for violence and language
Prompts: 027 The hunter. for
100_fairytales 43/100Richard Castle: A wife and fiancée cat fight. Please tell me we can stop for popcorn on the way. for
scifi_musesNotes: AU Season One fic
He got away. My teeth were grinding as I went over all that had gone wrong at Macy’s. I should have had him. I hate it when the prey gets away, and I couldn’t stop going over the what-ifs about the situation. With all that I could do I hadn’t been able to bag the invisible man. Obviously he was smarter than the average bear. He knew how to hide, and for that matter he knew to hide from me.
Peter Petrelli must have told him about me. That fucking Boy Scout got in my way yet again, I hated him more than anyone else, and god I wanted that wonderful power of his. I wasn’t ready to go up against Peter so soon, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t hurt him. Peter has an Achilles Heel. Its name is Nathan Petrelli.
It wasn’t hard to find Nathan. He wasn’t the kind of guy who hides. I followed him around for a couple of days. I didn’t want to make the same mistake I did with Mr. Invisible. He was arrogant, smug and smarmy. He was everything you expect some rich bastard to be. People would thank me for killing the son of a bitch. Nathan blood covered corpse would be the best message I could send Peter.
It didn’t surprise me that Nathan would flirt with anyone with a pulse. His eyes caught on every single woman that walked past him while he drank coffee across the restaurant from me. He paid particular attention to the blondes, undressing them with his eyes. It was tawdry behavior for someone trying to get into office. He should be more careful. I mean the press might be watching him, or his wife might have wised up and hired a private investigator to follow him around.
When he left, so did I. I still didn’t know what his ability was. I could feel it on him, but he hadn’t done anything in front of me. Hopefully it was something good. I didn’t want another lame power. Although this was more about hurting Peter than it was about feeding my hunger, Nathan having an ability was extra cheese and pepperoni on a deep dish.
Something must have spooked him, because he didn’t head for the street to hail a cab. Instead he went around the side of the restaurant into an alley. Clinging to the shadows, I tagged along, and I couldn’t believe my eyes when he took off like a bullet into the sky.
“You can fly. The son of a bitch can fly!” I was ecstatic. Hell, I was probably drooling. “This changes everything.” The kill would have to be indoors. I’d need to trap him to kill him. Visions of Wile E. Coyote and a box of Acme gadgets made me smile, but I didn’t think that I’d need the Acme Suck-a-lux to bag the flying man. This was suddenly a lot more fun. Things were finally going my way.
If Nathan was Peter’s weakness, it stood to reason that Peter was his in return. I hailed a cab and gave the driver Peter’s address. Monhinder might not have given me the list, but he had Peter’s address on file. I let myself into the dingy apartment. It wasn’t quite what I expected, but then Peter did try to be Joe Blow. It must annoy the shit out of his family for him to live like the rest of us.
It smelled stuffy as if no one had lived there for a few weeks. For all I knew Peter had gone home to live with mommy after Texas and our fight at Mohinder’s, and that was just fine. All that mattered was it was small, and Nathan wouldn’t be able to fly to escape.
“I need to talk to Nathan Petrelli,” I told the girl who answered the phone in Nathan’s law office. “Tell him it’s about his brother, Peter.”
With the phone tucked against my ear, I paced over to the window and used Zane’s melting power to seal the locks. The only way to open it now would be to go through the glass. The bedroom window sealed just as easily.
“This is Nathan Petrelli, can I help you?” His voice was so familiar, but then I’d seen enough of his political commercials. I wondered if Nathan Petrelli would approve of my message.
“I’m Peter’s neighbor, Mr. Petrelli. You need to come to his apartment. I heard noises,” I stammered trying to sound like a helpful neighbor. I could hear the wheels turning in Nathan’s head while he tried to decide if he should come or not. “If you can’t come, I can call the police.”
Playing the police card would work. Nathan didn’t like negative press. No politician did. He’d come to make sure no one talked about what little brother had done now. “I’ll be right there. Thanks for calling me.”
I hung up before he could ask my name, and the phone on the end table started ringing. The display said it was from Nathan, so I reached for it, letting it drop from my hand. When it hit the floor, I kicked it, knocking over a few breakables with my telekinesis and then I yanked the phone line out of the wall. It was a shame I didn’t have any blood to splatter over the walls, but I’d have plenty soon enough.
Nathan got there fast. He must have flown, and I’d barely had time to finish tearing the place apart. It was a good thing I stayed out of sight, because suddenly he was on the fire escape trying to get the window open. When he gave up I made sure the door was unlocked, so he could come in to save the day.
Then I waited, tucked behind the door for the man to come inside. His feet pounded down the hallway, and he knocked on the door calling Peter’s name before he discovered it was unlocked. Nathan barged in, and I covered his head and shoulders with a sheet that I’d pulled from Peter’s bed while closing and locking the door with telekinesis.
“What the fuck!” Nathan snarled and tried to fight me, but I didn’t stay close enough for him to connect with his fists or feet. I kept the sheet wrapped tightly around him, and then tripped him so he landed on his face on the carpet. He clawed at the fabric, swearing a blue streak, as he tried to get free.
“Wow, I guess you really were in the Navy, Nathan. No one can swear like a Navy man.” I flipped him onto his back and straddled him. He bucked beneath me trying to knock me off, but I was there to stay. I chuckled as I cut through the sheet to free his head from confinement. He shook his head to clear it. He had no idea who I was, but he’d find out soon enough. “Hi, Nathan, I’m Sylar. You’re going to help me send Peter a message.”
“Where’s Peter? What did you do to my brother?!” He was frantic, and his fear tasted wonderful.
“Tell,” I snarled as I began to cut into his forehead. “Peter that I’ll be coming for him soon.”
I was purposely sloppy, making sure I got as much blood on everything that I could. I cut slowly so that Nathan’s screams could fill my ears. It felt so good when I ripped off the top of his skull and made his power mine. With a wave of my hand I shattered the window and took off into the sky.
“Game on, Peter. Game on.”
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