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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Eliza Bishop, Sylar, Hiro
Genre: BAD FIC
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: R CHARACTER DEATH WARNING DO NOT READ IF CHARACTER DEATHS UPSET YOU.
Notes: Part Three 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.
“So princess how are you going to get me out of this cell?” His pouty lips pulled into a smirk in his razor stubbled face. “Powers don’t work down here. If they did, I’d be long gone.”
“I’ll get you out the same way Elle got everyone else out of Level 5.” I held up my hands and let my green lightning dancer over my long delicate fingers like gossamer dragonflies made of emerald fire. Sylar’s smirk turned into a smile as I laid my hands on the control panel for his cell and sent all the electricity I could through the system like a chartreuse firestorm along the wires. There was a spark, then another and another. I could smell ozone and burning insulation, and the door to Sylar’s cell flew open.
“Nice move,” he said as he stepped up besides me. His maleness filled my stomach with butterflies. “Let’s get out of here before they notice they’re free too.”
My green eyes grew wide as I saw the other prisoners pawing at their doors to get free. I grabbed Sylar’s wrist, and we raced down the hallway. My stiletto heels making a staccato beat on the dingy gray concrete. An agent dressed in a dark suit tried to block our path, and Sylar raised his hand, sending him flying against the wall. I heard bones snap. Sylar stalked toward him, but I wouldn’t let him go.
“No we have to find Hiro, so you can save Elle! That was our deal. He’s innocent. You can’t kill him. He’s just doing his job,” I pleaded, my eyes filling with stars and tears. “Please Sylar. You promised to help me save my sister. You can do the right thing. I know you can.”
He rolled his eyes and let me drag him away from the fallen agent. “You’re not going to tell me that with true love I can be healed are you?”
“Oh Sylar, love can cure everything that’s wrong with the world. You’ll see. I have the perfect plan that’ll fix you and everything else.” I hurried him along as best I could. His legs were so much longer than mine even with the 5 inch heels on my boots. “Do you trust me?”
“You got me out of my cell. Of course I trust you.” He didn’t not yet, but he would. I had it all figured out now. All he needed was love and a second chance. With Hiro’s help or Hiro’s power we could have that chance. Hopefully Hiro would agree to help us though because I didn’t want Sylar to kill him either, but if it meant saving my sister and everyone else Sylar ever killed it was worth it.
We got to the end of the hallway, and there were more guards coming with guns and powers in their hands. I put my hand on Sylar’s chest. God he had a nice chest. Stop it. Eliza you love Peter, and Peter loves you. Of course if my plan worked, I’d have to meet Peter all over again, but I knew he’d fall in love with me again. How couldn’t he? We were made for each other.
“Is your hand on my chest for a reason, Eliza, or are you trying to feel me up?” He smirked, and I saw him tensing to attack the guards.
“Hold on!” I shouted and wrapped my arms around his waist and used my control over the elements to send us into the wiring of the emergency light system. I could feel him tight against me as we surged through the conduits, and I started looking for the spark that would take us to Hiro. It was a long trip, and to get to Tokyo we’d have to do some flying. So I broke us out of the electrical system when we got to California.
Sylar was snarling when we rematerialized in the middle of Hollywood. He staggered over and looked like he was going to throw up, so I reached over and rubbed his back until he felt better. “I’m sorry, you get used to it. But we’ll have to fly to get to Tokyo. Do you know how to fly?”
“Yeah I can fly. Got it from Nathan before you took me out. Did you bleach your hair one too many times and forget that part?”
He’s so mean. I don’t understand how Elle could have loved him, but she did. I guess she liked the bad boys. I like the nice boys like Peter better. I miss Peter. He took off into the sky, and I called the wind to carry me across the Pacific Ocean all the way to where Hiro was living.
“Billain! I will not let you have my power!” Hiro was reading comic books when we got there, and he knocked his chair over when he saw Sylar with me. “Who are you, pretty girl? I will not let him hurt you either.”
“I’m sorry, Hiro-chan,” I said, shutting off the oxygen around him, so he couldn’t breathe. He crumpled to the ground before he could stop time and the two of us.
“Nice shade of blue,” Sylar said with yet another sneer as he crouched over Hiro’s unconscious body. “You might want to step back. This can be kind of messy.”
“Just do it! Kill him, so we can go back in time and save Elle!” I did what he said though, stepping back and covering my eyes, so I couldn’t see what he was doing. I slid down the wall with my face pressed against my knees until Sylar touched me with a blood covered hand. I looked in horror at the big red bloody handprint on my latex covered shoulder.
“Got his power, so what’s this plan of yours? It better be a good one too, or I might just take your power for myself and forget about it.”
“We had a deal, remember. So here’s my plan.”
***
Dear God, please help me. I'm listening to Disney love songs to write this shit!
Genre: BAD FIC
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: R CHARACTER DEATH WARNING DO NOT READ IF CHARACTER DEATHS UPSET YOU.
Notes: Part Three 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. “So princess how are you going to get me out of this cell?” His pouty lips pulled into a smirk in his razor stubbled face. “Powers don’t work down here. If they did, I’d be long gone.”
“I’ll get you out the same way Elle got everyone else out of Level 5.” I held up my hands and let my green lightning dancer over my long delicate fingers like gossamer dragonflies made of emerald fire. Sylar’s smirk turned into a smile as I laid my hands on the control panel for his cell and sent all the electricity I could through the system like a chartreuse firestorm along the wires. There was a spark, then another and another. I could smell ozone and burning insulation, and the door to Sylar’s cell flew open.
“Nice move,” he said as he stepped up besides me. His maleness filled my stomach with butterflies. “Let’s get out of here before they notice they’re free too.”
My green eyes grew wide as I saw the other prisoners pawing at their doors to get free. I grabbed Sylar’s wrist, and we raced down the hallway. My stiletto heels making a staccato beat on the dingy gray concrete. An agent dressed in a dark suit tried to block our path, and Sylar raised his hand, sending him flying against the wall. I heard bones snap. Sylar stalked toward him, but I wouldn’t let him go.
“No we have to find Hiro, so you can save Elle! That was our deal. He’s innocent. You can’t kill him. He’s just doing his job,” I pleaded, my eyes filling with stars and tears. “Please Sylar. You promised to help me save my sister. You can do the right thing. I know you can.”
He rolled his eyes and let me drag him away from the fallen agent. “You’re not going to tell me that with true love I can be healed are you?”
“Oh Sylar, love can cure everything that’s wrong with the world. You’ll see. I have the perfect plan that’ll fix you and everything else.” I hurried him along as best I could. His legs were so much longer than mine even with the 5 inch heels on my boots. “Do you trust me?”
“You got me out of my cell. Of course I trust you.” He didn’t not yet, but he would. I had it all figured out now. All he needed was love and a second chance. With Hiro’s help or Hiro’s power we could have that chance. Hopefully Hiro would agree to help us though because I didn’t want Sylar to kill him either, but if it meant saving my sister and everyone else Sylar ever killed it was worth it.
We got to the end of the hallway, and there were more guards coming with guns and powers in their hands. I put my hand on Sylar’s chest. God he had a nice chest. Stop it. Eliza you love Peter, and Peter loves you. Of course if my plan worked, I’d have to meet Peter all over again, but I knew he’d fall in love with me again. How couldn’t he? We were made for each other.
“Is your hand on my chest for a reason, Eliza, or are you trying to feel me up?” He smirked, and I saw him tensing to attack the guards.
“Hold on!” I shouted and wrapped my arms around his waist and used my control over the elements to send us into the wiring of the emergency light system. I could feel him tight against me as we surged through the conduits, and I started looking for the spark that would take us to Hiro. It was a long trip, and to get to Tokyo we’d have to do some flying. So I broke us out of the electrical system when we got to California.
Sylar was snarling when we rematerialized in the middle of Hollywood. He staggered over and looked like he was going to throw up, so I reached over and rubbed his back until he felt better. “I’m sorry, you get used to it. But we’ll have to fly to get to Tokyo. Do you know how to fly?”
“Yeah I can fly. Got it from Nathan before you took me out. Did you bleach your hair one too many times and forget that part?”
He’s so mean. I don’t understand how Elle could have loved him, but she did. I guess she liked the bad boys. I like the nice boys like Peter better. I miss Peter. He took off into the sky, and I called the wind to carry me across the Pacific Ocean all the way to where Hiro was living.
“Billain! I will not let you have my power!” Hiro was reading comic books when we got there, and he knocked his chair over when he saw Sylar with me. “Who are you, pretty girl? I will not let him hurt you either.”
“I’m sorry, Hiro-chan,” I said, shutting off the oxygen around him, so he couldn’t breathe. He crumpled to the ground before he could stop time and the two of us.
“Nice shade of blue,” Sylar said with yet another sneer as he crouched over Hiro’s unconscious body. “You might want to step back. This can be kind of messy.”
“Just do it! Kill him, so we can go back in time and save Elle!” I did what he said though, stepping back and covering my eyes, so I couldn’t see what he was doing. I slid down the wall with my face pressed against my knees until Sylar touched me with a blood covered hand. I looked in horror at the big red bloody handprint on my latex covered shoulder.
“Got his power, so what’s this plan of yours? It better be a good one too, or I might just take your power for myself and forget about it.”
“We had a deal, remember. So here’s my plan.”
***
Dear God, please help me. I'm listening to Disney love songs to write this shit!
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