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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar
Genre: gen
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 643
Rating: PG
Prompts:
037. The blood that testified to the truth. for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_fairytales 49/100
Obi-Wan: Luke! Don't give in to hate. That leads to the Dark Side. vol3.week27 forscifi_muses
Notes: During Villains after One of Us, One of Them. Sylar is not too happy with Noah, and who can blame him?
I was irate. Not much of a shock, I know. Anger and hate aren’t exactly emotions I avoid. Usually I give into them, but here I can’t. Peter is getting the sleep he so desperately needs inside the Company building, and Nathan is with Angela. Giving into the Dark Side is not helpful. Just because Noah got under my skin again doesn’t mean I should lash out like a petulant child. I’m better than that. I’m better than he is. I was better than Noah before I found out what I could do.
But now we’re not so very different. We both have lost ourselves in the hate. He can dress his up in a fluffy blanket and pretend it’s all to protect his family, but that’s not entirely true. Noah’s a bully, and he likes it. The reason he pushes my buttons is because he wants me to crack. He wants me to lose it, so that Angela gives him permission to put me down.
“Apparently you haven’t figured out that with Peter powerless there is no one who can stop me,” I mumble as I drew my knees up to my chest. I leaned my head back against the heavy trunk of a very old oak tree in the Company garden. All around me bees were buzzing in the flower beds, and anyone who didn’t know what really went on here would think it was pleasant convalescent hospital. But I knew better. I’d been down to the Level 5 Bar and Grill. Hell I have my own room since Angela hadn’t bothered to find me anyplace else to stay before she was hurt by Arthur.
I was hungry. My power was clamoring about my gut, telling me that I’d hit the Mother Lode, and that I was being a moron. I felt like a vegetarian at the Sizzler Buffet. All that yummy meat, and I couldn’t eat any of it. I was surprised I wasn’t drooling. But I wouldn’t give in. I promised Angela. Peter believed in me, and Nathan seemed to think I was an acceptable brother. I knew I was treading on thin ice with Nathan, and that winning him over was paramount to me getting what I really needed.
The night my mother’s blood covered my hands, Gabriel had died. Sylar didn’t need a family. He was perfectly happy to hunt alone, taking all that he could consume, but when Angela said she was my real mother that all changed. She found Gabriel and offered him enough puppies and rainbows to step back into the light of day. Life was easier when I was Sylar. Being Gabriel was exhausting, but I would do it for them. They were my family.
“Unless she’s lying.” This time I bumped my head against the tree truck, the rough bark pulling at my hair while it dug into my scalp. It was one of Gabriel’s behaviors. When he got petulant, he’d beat his head on the wall. I preferred beating other people’s heads into them of course, but I was trying to be civilized. I hated it. “I hope to hell you’re not lying, Angela. I’m afraid of what I’ll do if you are.”
It wouldn’t be hard to find out the truth. A simple DNA test would be all I needed, and there were dozens of Company bought and paid for scientists inside who would probably jump at the chance to look at my DNA. If they had my records from Odessa, they had it anyway, and it wasn’t as if it’d be hard to compare it to Angela or my supposed brother’s right now.
But I wasn’t ready to find out the truth. I was enjoying my family for now, and it was fun to rub it in Noah’s face that I was family when he was the hired help.
Genre: gen
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 643
Rating: PG
Prompts:
037. The blood that testified to the truth. for
100_fairytales 49/100Obi-Wan: Luke! Don't give in to hate. That leads to the Dark Side. vol3.week27 for
scifi_musesNotes: During Villains after One of Us, One of Them. Sylar is not too happy with Noah, and who can blame him?
I was irate. Not much of a shock, I know. Anger and hate aren’t exactly emotions I avoid. Usually I give into them, but here I can’t. Peter is getting the sleep he so desperately needs inside the Company building, and Nathan is with Angela. Giving into the Dark Side is not helpful. Just because Noah got under my skin again doesn’t mean I should lash out like a petulant child. I’m better than that. I’m better than he is. I was better than Noah before I found out what I could do.
But now we’re not so very different. We both have lost ourselves in the hate. He can dress his up in a fluffy blanket and pretend it’s all to protect his family, but that’s not entirely true. Noah’s a bully, and he likes it. The reason he pushes my buttons is because he wants me to crack. He wants me to lose it, so that Angela gives him permission to put me down.
“Apparently you haven’t figured out that with Peter powerless there is no one who can stop me,” I mumble as I drew my knees up to my chest. I leaned my head back against the heavy trunk of a very old oak tree in the Company garden. All around me bees were buzzing in the flower beds, and anyone who didn’t know what really went on here would think it was pleasant convalescent hospital. But I knew better. I’d been down to the Level 5 Bar and Grill. Hell I have my own room since Angela hadn’t bothered to find me anyplace else to stay before she was hurt by Arthur.
I was hungry. My power was clamoring about my gut, telling me that I’d hit the Mother Lode, and that I was being a moron. I felt like a vegetarian at the Sizzler Buffet. All that yummy meat, and I couldn’t eat any of it. I was surprised I wasn’t drooling. But I wouldn’t give in. I promised Angela. Peter believed in me, and Nathan seemed to think I was an acceptable brother. I knew I was treading on thin ice with Nathan, and that winning him over was paramount to me getting what I really needed.
The night my mother’s blood covered my hands, Gabriel had died. Sylar didn’t need a family. He was perfectly happy to hunt alone, taking all that he could consume, but when Angela said she was my real mother that all changed. She found Gabriel and offered him enough puppies and rainbows to step back into the light of day. Life was easier when I was Sylar. Being Gabriel was exhausting, but I would do it for them. They were my family.
“Unless she’s lying.” This time I bumped my head against the tree truck, the rough bark pulling at my hair while it dug into my scalp. It was one of Gabriel’s behaviors. When he got petulant, he’d beat his head on the wall. I preferred beating other people’s heads into them of course, but I was trying to be civilized. I hated it. “I hope to hell you’re not lying, Angela. I’m afraid of what I’ll do if you are.”
It wouldn’t be hard to find out the truth. A simple DNA test would be all I needed, and there were dozens of Company bought and paid for scientists inside who would probably jump at the chance to look at my DNA. If they had my records from Odessa, they had it anyway, and it wasn’t as if it’d be hard to compare it to Angela or my supposed brother’s right now.
But I wasn’t ready to find out the truth. I was enjoying my family for now, and it was fun to rub it in Noah’s face that I was family when he was the hired help.
