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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacter: Sylar and Peter
Genre: Violence - Gen
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: R
Prompts:
Why do you think I didn't tell you? I knew how you'd react. What I've done, you can't forgive, it's not in your nature. Vol3.Week41 for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
068. Carrying part of the load. 64/100 for100_fairytales
Notes: AU Ending for Season One, where Hiro doesn't stab or stop Sylar.
When I saw him there, standing in front of the ugly orange sculpture at Kirby Plaza, I almost turned around to leave. My mother died for this. The answers had been written in blood on the kitchen floor where I used to play with Lego and watch her cook my dinner. The pain of her loss made my heart ache in my chest. But I had to be sure, so I’d gone back to Isaac’s loft and let the future guide my hands again.
“I’m sorry, mom,” I mouthed the words with no sound. Peter had been near me at Mohinder’s. That meant he had my super hearing too since he copied every other power I had. He had everything I did, but I didn’t have everything that he did because god forbid my power work like that. I wish it did, not because it would make me more powerful than he is, although that was part of it.
No, I wanted his ability because it would make it easier for me to stop him. I was going to die trying simply because I never got to the Cheerleader. If I was going to save New York, I had to be willing to die. There was a reason I had my abilities, and I think it was to keep Peter from destroying the world as we know it. With my mother gone, no one would mourn my death, so it wasn’t as if I had a reason to try to stay alive.
Peter’s fist slammed into my face as he held onto my collar. Blood filled my mouth as it dribbled from my nose. He was too strong. Yet another ability that he’d stolen from someone. Probably the blonde bitch who decided to get break up our little party, but I couldn’t pay attention to anything but Peter. He kept hitting me, and I could feel the power flaring deep inside of him. If he kept it up, he’d nuke the city, because he couldn’t control Ted’s power like I can.
I needed him to lose control. If he didn’t, they’d think I was the bad guy. They had to see that I was trying to stop him to save everyone. I could feel the heat of his hands as he pummeled me again before panic set it, and he jerked away from me. His bones were glowing through his skin, and I struggled to get to my feet, coughing up a gob of blood and snot onto the pavement. He had to see it. Peter of all people had to get that I was here to stop him for all the right reasons. No one else could.
“I’m the hero, Peter,” I said while I ran my tongue over my teeth to make sure they were still where they were supposed to be. Using telekinesis as a shield can only work for so long, and I was so fucking tired.
“Sylar!”
I turned my back on Peter. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was lost trying to pull the radiation back and snuff it out. Hiro stood there with his katana in hand. It wasn’t the same one as before. I’d break this one too. Hell, if I had time, I’d feed it to him.
“Talking again? Jesus, Hiro, haven’t you figured it out yet? Kill first. Talk later.” He opened his mouth to speak, and my lips curled into a snide smile. With a wave of my hand, I sent him crashing into the sculpture hard enough to snap bones. The katana and his body splashed when they hit the smooth water of the fountain.
“The next one of you stupid fucks that gets in my way dies! I’m trying to save you idiots!” I lurched towards Peter and sneered at him. All I could taste was blood, and I could feel the fire raging inside of him. Peter was doing his impression of the Scarecrow, stumbling along without a brain to guide him as I threw myself at him. He wasn’t ready for it, and lost his balance, and we splashed into the water. It started to boil around his hands, sending up radioactive steam into the air.
“If you come back from this, maybe you’ll understand,” I hissed at Peter as I shoved my hands into the water and poured my freezing power into it. Peter was screaming in agony as the water started to frost over. The grinding sound of ice crystals forming joined his cries as the cold reached him.
Hiro’s cries didn’t last long as the water and ice froze him solid. That was a shame. I’d wanted his power so badly, but Peter had it. Someday if we lived, I’d find a way to get it from him. If they held it against me, I’d point out that one dead pain in the ass was certainly better than millions of people. Maybe for once they’d see I was right.
The heat from Peter’s core was fighting me, and I dropped to my knees on the thick ice. The cold was making my teeth chatter, and I knew I could die here as easily as Hiro did from my own power. Someone grabbed my shoulder, and tried to pull me away. I heard the ice crawl through their body one cell at a time as they were frozen solid as well. Jerking out of their grasp sent a cascade of frozen tissues around me as I crept towards Peter and finally wrapped my hand around his arm.
“Peter!” I shouted, trying to get his attention. “Let me stop you. Please!”
His eyes were glowing with the fires of hell when he turned to look at me. I could feel his pain and taste his fear. Then he nodded. “I understand.”
“About time someone did.” I poured all that was left of me into Peter’s body, fighting the fire with my ice. My hands were covered in hoarfrost, and his body was turning blue, the fires dying down at last. I slumped down onto the ice, and felt it trying to take me. There wasn’t enough of me left to fight it, and I let the darkness come.
Comments to my LJ, please. Thank you for reading.
Genre: Violence - Gen
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: R
Prompts:
Why do you think I didn't tell you? I knew how you'd react. What I've done, you can't forgive, it's not in your nature. Vol3.Week41 for
scifi_muses068. Carrying part of the load. 64/100 for
100_fairytalesNotes: AU Ending for Season One, where Hiro doesn't stab or stop Sylar.
When I saw him there, standing in front of the ugly orange sculpture at Kirby Plaza, I almost turned around to leave. My mother died for this. The answers had been written in blood on the kitchen floor where I used to play with Lego and watch her cook my dinner. The pain of her loss made my heart ache in my chest. But I had to be sure, so I’d gone back to Isaac’s loft and let the future guide my hands again.
“I’m sorry, mom,” I mouthed the words with no sound. Peter had been near me at Mohinder’s. That meant he had my super hearing too since he copied every other power I had. He had everything I did, but I didn’t have everything that he did because god forbid my power work like that. I wish it did, not because it would make me more powerful than he is, although that was part of it.
No, I wanted his ability because it would make it easier for me to stop him. I was going to die trying simply because I never got to the Cheerleader. If I was going to save New York, I had to be willing to die. There was a reason I had my abilities, and I think it was to keep Peter from destroying the world as we know it. With my mother gone, no one would mourn my death, so it wasn’t as if I had a reason to try to stay alive.
Peter’s fist slammed into my face as he held onto my collar. Blood filled my mouth as it dribbled from my nose. He was too strong. Yet another ability that he’d stolen from someone. Probably the blonde bitch who decided to get break up our little party, but I couldn’t pay attention to anything but Peter. He kept hitting me, and I could feel the power flaring deep inside of him. If he kept it up, he’d nuke the city, because he couldn’t control Ted’s power like I can.
I needed him to lose control. If he didn’t, they’d think I was the bad guy. They had to see that I was trying to stop him to save everyone. I could feel the heat of his hands as he pummeled me again before panic set it, and he jerked away from me. His bones were glowing through his skin, and I struggled to get to my feet, coughing up a gob of blood and snot onto the pavement. He had to see it. Peter of all people had to get that I was here to stop him for all the right reasons. No one else could.
“I’m the hero, Peter,” I said while I ran my tongue over my teeth to make sure they were still where they were supposed to be. Using telekinesis as a shield can only work for so long, and I was so fucking tired.
“Sylar!”
I turned my back on Peter. He wasn’t going anywhere. He was lost trying to pull the radiation back and snuff it out. Hiro stood there with his katana in hand. It wasn’t the same one as before. I’d break this one too. Hell, if I had time, I’d feed it to him.
“Talking again? Jesus, Hiro, haven’t you figured it out yet? Kill first. Talk later.” He opened his mouth to speak, and my lips curled into a snide smile. With a wave of my hand, I sent him crashing into the sculpture hard enough to snap bones. The katana and his body splashed when they hit the smooth water of the fountain.
“The next one of you stupid fucks that gets in my way dies! I’m trying to save you idiots!” I lurched towards Peter and sneered at him. All I could taste was blood, and I could feel the fire raging inside of him. Peter was doing his impression of the Scarecrow, stumbling along without a brain to guide him as I threw myself at him. He wasn’t ready for it, and lost his balance, and we splashed into the water. It started to boil around his hands, sending up radioactive steam into the air.
“If you come back from this, maybe you’ll understand,” I hissed at Peter as I shoved my hands into the water and poured my freezing power into it. Peter was screaming in agony as the water started to frost over. The grinding sound of ice crystals forming joined his cries as the cold reached him.
Hiro’s cries didn’t last long as the water and ice froze him solid. That was a shame. I’d wanted his power so badly, but Peter had it. Someday if we lived, I’d find a way to get it from him. If they held it against me, I’d point out that one dead pain in the ass was certainly better than millions of people. Maybe for once they’d see I was right.
The heat from Peter’s core was fighting me, and I dropped to my knees on the thick ice. The cold was making my teeth chatter, and I knew I could die here as easily as Hiro did from my own power. Someone grabbed my shoulder, and tried to pull me away. I heard the ice crawl through their body one cell at a time as they were frozen solid as well. Jerking out of their grasp sent a cascade of frozen tissues around me as I crept towards Peter and finally wrapped my hand around his arm.
“Peter!” I shouted, trying to get his attention. “Let me stop you. Please!”
His eyes were glowing with the fires of hell when he turned to look at me. I could feel his pain and taste his fear. Then he nodded. “I understand.”
“About time someone did.” I poured all that was left of me into Peter’s body, fighting the fire with my ice. My hands were covered in hoarfrost, and his body was turning blue, the fires dying down at last. I slumped down onto the ice, and felt it trying to take me. There wasn’t enough of me left to fight it, and I let the darkness come.
Comments to my LJ, please. Thank you for reading.
