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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Eliza Bishop, Sylar, Peter, Nathan
Genre: BAD FIC
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 815
Rating: PG
Notes: Part One of a purposely bad fanfic written for the Bad FanFic Challenge on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_faves. I am not entering the challenge though since I'm running it.
“We need you.” Those three words in my voicemail made me giddy. I was so tired of being alone and moping about Elle. I missed my sister so much. That bastard Sylar took her away from me before I even got to hang out with her. It was totally so not fair. First he’d killed my daddy, and then he killed my sister. I would stop him. I’d make him pay and pay hard.
Mrs. Petrelli sounded desperate, so I rushed to get ready. My long golden hair hung in streamers down my back. Its natural highlights framing my heart shaped face that was identical to my twin, Elle’s, except my eyes sparkled with green lights whenever I got excited.
My hair was thick and it swayed about my shoulders like a wind was blowing around me at all times, but that was because of my amazing super powers. Unlike Elle I could control the forces of nature. Her ability with electricity was a fraction of what I could do with my control over the earth, the wind, water and fire. All of the elements were mine to command.
Elle would have been able to do what I could too if she’d have tried harder, but she took the easy way out. I liked to study and to practice. It’s why I was daddy’s favorite, and he let me live in the outside world where I got to go shopping, have boyfriends and go to school like a normal girl. But now the Company needed me.
After getting dressed in a skin tight cat suit made of silver latex, I walked out onto the balcony of my penthouse. When the sun hit my very hot body and my hair I glittered like a star. Holding my hands out to the heavens, I called the wind and let it carry me away into the sky that was nearly as blue as my eyes.
The wind carried me to Washington, DC. I landed on the top of the Washington Monument to get my bearings, listening to the wind, so that it could tell me where the trouble was. In the distance I could hear the sound of a battle, and I took off into the sky once more, my curtain of silky hair shimmering behind me like a glowing waterfall of perfection.
In the distance I saw two men fighting. One was Nathan Petrelli, and the other was Sylar. I screamed and made the wind carry me faster, calling on lightning and thunder to stop the vile villain in his tracks. Nathan was hurt. His face covered in bruises, and Sylar hurled him through a window of a very expensive hotel.
“Get away from him, you bastard!” I screamed as I landed on the balcony between Sylar and Nathan, energy crackling over my hands.
“Elle?” Sylar looked at me and narrowed his eyes. God he was hot. His eyes were darker than the blackest coffee, and I just wanted to jump his bones then and there. “You can’t be here!”
“I’m not Elle, Sylar.” I pouted, my full, pink lips curling into a sardonic smile. “You killed her. She was my twin. I’m Eliza, Eliza Bishop, and I won’t let you hurt anyone ever again.”
Then before he could hurt Nathan I made it rain. Sylar and I faced off in it. The pregnant drops soaked into his clothes making them cling to his body, outlining every muscle while my catsuit showed off my delectable curves for him. But it was totally water proof and that’s why I wear them when I have to do battle. I walked towards him, and pulled him in for a kiss. And then I zapped him with everything I had. Sylar gasped and then twitched on the floor of the balcony like a fish in a fryer. The energy I’d used on him crackled around him like a web of light and power.
Behind me I heard a cough, and Nathan Petrelli came through the broken balcony doors. “You did it. You stopped Sylar. You saved the President of the United States. I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Eliza Bishop, Elle’s twin,” I told him and tossed a curl over my shoulder. “He killed my sister. I had to stop him.”
Just then Peter, Angela and a few other people came crashing into the room. Peter was so pretty, but he paid more attention to Nathan than he did me. “Nathan thank god, you’re all right. We thought you were a gonner.”
“I would have been if not for Eliza.” Nathan gave me a big smile and then let Peter go to let his mother hug him too.
“Wow you saved my brother,” Peter said, looking me over. I didn’t think I had to worry about him ignoring me again. “Can I take you out to dinner to say thanks?”
******
Where's the bucket? I need to throw up!
Genre: BAD FIC
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 815
Rating: PG
Notes: Part One of a purposely bad fanfic written for the Bad FanFic Challenge on
heroes_faves. I am not entering the challenge though since I'm running it. “We need you.” Those three words in my voicemail made me giddy. I was so tired of being alone and moping about Elle. I missed my sister so much. That bastard Sylar took her away from me before I even got to hang out with her. It was totally so not fair. First he’d killed my daddy, and then he killed my sister. I would stop him. I’d make him pay and pay hard.
Mrs. Petrelli sounded desperate, so I rushed to get ready. My long golden hair hung in streamers down my back. Its natural highlights framing my heart shaped face that was identical to my twin, Elle’s, except my eyes sparkled with green lights whenever I got excited.
My hair was thick and it swayed about my shoulders like a wind was blowing around me at all times, but that was because of my amazing super powers. Unlike Elle I could control the forces of nature. Her ability with electricity was a fraction of what I could do with my control over the earth, the wind, water and fire. All of the elements were mine to command.
Elle would have been able to do what I could too if she’d have tried harder, but she took the easy way out. I liked to study and to practice. It’s why I was daddy’s favorite, and he let me live in the outside world where I got to go shopping, have boyfriends and go to school like a normal girl. But now the Company needed me.
After getting dressed in a skin tight cat suit made of silver latex, I walked out onto the balcony of my penthouse. When the sun hit my very hot body and my hair I glittered like a star. Holding my hands out to the heavens, I called the wind and let it carry me away into the sky that was nearly as blue as my eyes.
The wind carried me to Washington, DC. I landed on the top of the Washington Monument to get my bearings, listening to the wind, so that it could tell me where the trouble was. In the distance I could hear the sound of a battle, and I took off into the sky once more, my curtain of silky hair shimmering behind me like a glowing waterfall of perfection.
In the distance I saw two men fighting. One was Nathan Petrelli, and the other was Sylar. I screamed and made the wind carry me faster, calling on lightning and thunder to stop the vile villain in his tracks. Nathan was hurt. His face covered in bruises, and Sylar hurled him through a window of a very expensive hotel.
“Get away from him, you bastard!” I screamed as I landed on the balcony between Sylar and Nathan, energy crackling over my hands.
“Elle?” Sylar looked at me and narrowed his eyes. God he was hot. His eyes were darker than the blackest coffee, and I just wanted to jump his bones then and there. “You can’t be here!”
“I’m not Elle, Sylar.” I pouted, my full, pink lips curling into a sardonic smile. “You killed her. She was my twin. I’m Eliza, Eliza Bishop, and I won’t let you hurt anyone ever again.”
Then before he could hurt Nathan I made it rain. Sylar and I faced off in it. The pregnant drops soaked into his clothes making them cling to his body, outlining every muscle while my catsuit showed off my delectable curves for him. But it was totally water proof and that’s why I wear them when I have to do battle. I walked towards him, and pulled him in for a kiss. And then I zapped him with everything I had. Sylar gasped and then twitched on the floor of the balcony like a fish in a fryer. The energy I’d used on him crackled around him like a web of light and power.
Behind me I heard a cough, and Nathan Petrelli came through the broken balcony doors. “You did it. You stopped Sylar. You saved the President of the United States. I don’t even know your name.”
“I’m Eliza Bishop, Elle’s twin,” I told him and tossed a curl over my shoulder. “He killed my sister. I had to stop him.”
Just then Peter, Angela and a few other people came crashing into the room. Peter was so pretty, but he paid more attention to Nathan than he did me. “Nathan thank god, you’re all right. We thought you were a gonner.”
“I would have been if not for Eliza.” Nathan gave me a big smile and then let Peter go to let his mother hug him too.
“Wow you saved my brother,” Peter said, looking me over. I didn’t think I had to worry about him ignoring me again. “Can I take you out to dinner to say thanks?”
******
Where's the bucket? I need to throw up!
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