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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar and Angela Petrelli
Genre: Gen
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 669
Rating: PG
Prompts:
Jack Sparrow: Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers. for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses vol3.week32
017. Friends in life and death. for100_fairytales 54/100
Angela walked besides me. Her expensive heels clicked on the tiles as we made our way down the hallway. The floor was polished to an almost mirror like finish, and I could see my reflection distorted in it while we waited for the elevator to arrive. She smiled at me as she touched the string of pearls around her neck.
“Red’s a good color for you, Angela. You look well.” I told her.
“Why thank you, Gabriel.” She smoothed down the sleeves of her Chanel suit, and gave me another smile that never reached her eyes. Angela still hated me as well she should. I did kill her pride and joy the magnificent Nathan Petrelli.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear it before although I’m surprised I haven’t seen it covering your fingernails. But then you don’t get your hands dirty, do you?” I said as we entered the elevator, and she tapped the largest button with one of her sharp nails. I twisted to lean against the wall with one shoulder. Like Angela I was dressed in a crisp suit that was just shy of being black, and would have cost a more than I made at the shop in a year. “Just like with Arthur, you always had your minions to carry out your missions. You used us until you used us up.”
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Gabriel. You got what you wanted in the end. You have more power than anyone else.” She’d backed herself into the opposite wall as far as she could go in the confines of the elevator. I could hear her heart pounding in her chest, and see the veins in her throat pulsing from her fear. After all this time she was still afraid of me. Good.
“Yes, I do.” This time when I smiled it was with far too many teeth, and I watched the numbers tick down on the elevator’s display. The ride seemed to take centuries. I considering spending the entire ride poking at Angela, but I’d have plenty of time for that too. “But unlike you, I loved getting my hands dirty.”
Just thinking about all those deaths made me purr. I licked my lips, and closed my eyes remembering the rush of taking each and every power. Relishing the taste of terror and their blood on my fingers, gods I loved it.
“I am so glad that I don’t have to give that up to work here,” I said as we stepped out of the elevator on the last floor.
The floor was polished onyx, and it seemed to swallow as much light as it reflected. The walls were papered in various flesh tone shades, and I could smell the coppery touch of blood on the air. Here and there I could see a dribble of fresh blood seeping from between the seams. As we walked toward my new office, I brushed my fingers over a section of the wall and was rewarded with the history of the skin that had been used to cover it. I gasped as I watched it being peeled and stretched before being nailed into place. The donor was still alive somewhere waiting for the next harvest.
Angela pushed open the double doors to my office, giving me a spectacular view of the bowels of Hell through my floor to ceiling windows. It was the corner office, and I could see all the way to the horizon. There were no other buildings to block my view. My desk was made of the same black stone as the floor, and the chair was covered in still more living skin.
“Get me a sandwich and an iced tea, Angela.” Sending her for iced tea in Hell made me snicker as she ducted her head to accept my orders. I took my seat, and ran my hands over the arms of twisted bone with glee. “Then have Nathan sent to me. We have so much to catch up on.”
Genre: Gen
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 669
Rating: PG
Prompts:
Jack Sparrow: Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen. The deepest circle of hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers. for
scifi_muses vol3.week32017. Friends in life and death. for
100_fairytales 54/100Angela walked besides me. Her expensive heels clicked on the tiles as we made our way down the hallway. The floor was polished to an almost mirror like finish, and I could see my reflection distorted in it while we waited for the elevator to arrive. She smiled at me as she touched the string of pearls around her neck.
“Red’s a good color for you, Angela. You look well.” I told her.
“Why thank you, Gabriel.” She smoothed down the sleeves of her Chanel suit, and gave me another smile that never reached her eyes. Angela still hated me as well she should. I did kill her pride and joy the magnificent Nathan Petrelli.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear it before although I’m surprised I haven’t seen it covering your fingernails. But then you don’t get your hands dirty, do you?” I said as we entered the elevator, and she tapped the largest button with one of her sharp nails. I twisted to lean against the wall with one shoulder. Like Angela I was dressed in a crisp suit that was just shy of being black, and would have cost a more than I made at the shop in a year. “Just like with Arthur, you always had your minions to carry out your missions. You used us until you used us up.”
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about, Gabriel. You got what you wanted in the end. You have more power than anyone else.” She’d backed herself into the opposite wall as far as she could go in the confines of the elevator. I could hear her heart pounding in her chest, and see the veins in her throat pulsing from her fear. After all this time she was still afraid of me. Good.
“Yes, I do.” This time when I smiled it was with far too many teeth, and I watched the numbers tick down on the elevator’s display. The ride seemed to take centuries. I considering spending the entire ride poking at Angela, but I’d have plenty of time for that too. “But unlike you, I loved getting my hands dirty.”
Just thinking about all those deaths made me purr. I licked my lips, and closed my eyes remembering the rush of taking each and every power. Relishing the taste of terror and their blood on my fingers, gods I loved it.
“I am so glad that I don’t have to give that up to work here,” I said as we stepped out of the elevator on the last floor.
The floor was polished onyx, and it seemed to swallow as much light as it reflected. The walls were papered in various flesh tone shades, and I could smell the coppery touch of blood on the air. Here and there I could see a dribble of fresh blood seeping from between the seams. As we walked toward my new office, I brushed my fingers over a section of the wall and was rewarded with the history of the skin that had been used to cover it. I gasped as I watched it being peeled and stretched before being nailed into place. The donor was still alive somewhere waiting for the next harvest.
Angela pushed open the double doors to my office, giving me a spectacular view of the bowels of Hell through my floor to ceiling windows. It was the corner office, and I could see all the way to the horizon. There were no other buildings to block my view. My desk was made of the same black stone as the floor, and the chair was covered in still more living skin.
“Get me a sandwich and an iced tea, Angela.” Sending her for iced tea in Hell made me snicker as she ducted her head to accept my orders. I took my seat, and ran my hands over the arms of twisted bone with glee. “Then have Nathan sent to me. We have so much to catch up on.”
