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thewatchmaker) wrote2011-06-04 12:06 pm
thewatchmaker) wrote2011-06-04 12:06 pm
Fire and Ice - Part Three
Character: Sylar and Peter
Genre: Violence - Gen (for now)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1200
Rating: R
Prompts:
Dr. Blockhead: Did you know that through the protective Chinese practice of Tiea Bu Shan, you can train your testicles to draw up into your abdomen?
Mulder: Oh, I'm doing that as we speak. Vol3.Week42 for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
082. The man who will never say thanks. 66/100 for100_fairytales
20. "Sometimes It Hurts" Stabbing Westward 6/30 for30_ballads
Notes:
I'm the Hero.
Part One
Part Two
Peter looked up at me from the ugly industrial tiles. His lip was split; a thin trickle of blood ran down his chin. The tiny cut evaporated as I watched him lick the blood away. I looked at my knuckles. The skin was reddened, and my hand stung from hitting him. But that went away just as quickly as my shiny new power healed me.
“You hit me!” He stammered. “I thought you were supposed to teach me to control my powers?”
“Not everyone you face is going to have powers, dumbass,” I told him with a smirk. “Most of them will be normal people just aching to punch your lights out. God knows I’ve wanted to belt you since they brought me breakfast.” He hung onto the wall while he tried to get to his feet. I’d hit him hard enough to rattle his brain. Good. The second he was steady, I sent a wave of telekinesis at him knocking his legs out from under him. “But if you want me to use my powers.”
“You, son of a bitch!” Blood splattered on the tiles when his chin clipped the floor. The blood was bright, red and beautiful. “It’s just a fucking game to you, isn’t it?”
“Pretty much. I’m not surprised it took you so long to figure that out. Since you’re obviously not the brain trust in la familia Petrelli.”
“Christ,” he swore. This time I let him get to his feet. He was seething, sucking his breath between his teeth. Blood was staining his t-shirt from where it’d dripped from his chin. I didn’t think there was enough of it. I’d have to try harder. It was fun to see just how much I could do to him before they tried to stop me.
“Temper, temper, Peter, we don’t need you turning into the Incredible Nuclear Hulk again. I’d prefer not to have to freeze dry you.” It’s a lot more fun to beat you to a pulp. “Is your mother watching?”
“No, she’s not here.” He wiped some bloody snot from beneath his nose with the back of his hand and stood up straighter. “For some insane reason she trusts you.”
“But you don’t?” I put my hand over my heart, gave him puppy dog eyes and let my lip tremble. “I’m hurt. You wound me.”
“Planning on it.” Then he flew at me so fast that I couldn’t dodge out of the way or block him. He slammed me into the wall so hard that I felt my spine shatter and ribs crack. Now I was the one coughing up blood as he stepped away from me and let me slide to the floor. “You don’t have that one, do you? Got it from my brother.”
“Guess I’ll have to pay him a visit then, won’t I?” I said through gritted teeth as the pain of regeneration fought with the agony of the injuries. My legs were paralyzed from the damage to my spine, and if it weren’t for Adam, I’d be fucked. “I should write a shopping list for Angela. Tell her what it’ll cost her to keep me around.”
“She already paid you.” The Boy Scout turned his back on me, crouching down to grab a bottle of water from the small cooler in the corner. I watched as he guzzled half of it at one time, and then let the rest wash the blood off his face, soaking his shirt. For some reason I found the display fascinating. “You got what you wanted.”
“Do you want to know what else I got, Peter?” I asked him. I knew he didn’t have the answers. Angela would have those, but if I got him curious enough, I might be able to get him to pester her. I could see it already. Peter would scamper around her, bouncing up and down like a three year old begging for a piece of candy while he asked her about my father for me. I could sit anywhere in the building, hell most of the city, and focus my hearing on the two of them to find out all I needed to know.
“No, Sylar, what else did you get besides the joy of cracking me in the face?” He hunkered down, taking out another bottle of water that he tossed over to me. His eyes never left my face as I took a slow drink.
“Adam asked me some interesting questions while I was with him.” The feeling had returned to my legs as I finished healing, but I didn’t bother to get up. It was time to look less dangerous while I manipulated the little turd. “Did you watch me slice him open?”
“Fuck no,” he said with a snort, his face twisting with disgust. That was too bad. I tried so hard to entertain him. Oh well, I’m sure Angela and/or Bennet got a show.
“Well, it would seem that Adam knew my real father. I’m adopted, you know. He told me my father was like me, and that the Company knew about him for a long time. That makes me think they knew about me too. They did have Eden watching me after all.” It took him less time to process that than I expected. Brownie points for Peter. He might not need that pass for the short bus after all.
“I don’t know who Eden was. I didn’t even know about this place until I woke up here after….” He didn’t need to say what after he was mentioning. “My mother never told us about being special. Nathan and I found out on our own. It was a surprise.” There’s something else that he’s not telling me, and whatever it is hurt him. Wonder what that is. “Trust me, I was pretty fucking shocked to find out she knew anything about any of this.”
“Not surprised they didn’t tell you. But I’m sure you can understand why I’d like to know the answers to the questions Adam brought up.” He’s connecting with me. Peter’s been lied to. He’s got more of a spine than he thought. I can use that. “Imagine how different I might have turned out if I’d have known what I was capable of, Peter?”
“You mean you wanted to start killing earlier?” And Peter’s brownie points no longer included nuts.
“I might not have started killing at all.” I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees. “If they had this place, where they knew about specials and they trained people. Why didn’t they bring me in and help me? I could have learned to be a hero, Peter.”
“Fuck,” he said, his voice hushed as he leaned back against the wall, mirroring my position from across the room. “If they knew, then this is… man, this is so wrong.” He’s not denying it. He’s watched his mother. He’s been a victim of the charade as well.
“Do you think you could find out for me, Peter? I don’t think she’d tell me, but she might tell you.”
“Ma’s pretty good at keeping her mouth shut, Sylar.” He let out a heavy sigh, and then raked his hair out of his eyes. “But yeah, I’ll see what I can find out. I’d want to know too.”
“Thanks.” Good boy, Peter. There’ll be nuts and frosting on your brownies after all.
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Genre: Violence - Gen (for now)
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 1200
Rating: R
Prompts:
Dr. Blockhead: Did you know that through the protective Chinese practice of Tiea Bu Shan, you can train your testicles to draw up into your abdomen?
Mulder: Oh, I'm doing that as we speak. Vol3.Week42 for
scifi_muses082. The man who will never say thanks. 66/100 for
100_fairytales20. "Sometimes It Hurts" Stabbing Westward 6/30 for
30_balladsNotes:
I'm the Hero.
Part One
Part Two
Peter looked up at me from the ugly industrial tiles. His lip was split; a thin trickle of blood ran down his chin. The tiny cut evaporated as I watched him lick the blood away. I looked at my knuckles. The skin was reddened, and my hand stung from hitting him. But that went away just as quickly as my shiny new power healed me.
“You hit me!” He stammered. “I thought you were supposed to teach me to control my powers?”
“Not everyone you face is going to have powers, dumbass,” I told him with a smirk. “Most of them will be normal people just aching to punch your lights out. God knows I’ve wanted to belt you since they brought me breakfast.” He hung onto the wall while he tried to get to his feet. I’d hit him hard enough to rattle his brain. Good. The second he was steady, I sent a wave of telekinesis at him knocking his legs out from under him. “But if you want me to use my powers.”
“You, son of a bitch!” Blood splattered on the tiles when his chin clipped the floor. The blood was bright, red and beautiful. “It’s just a fucking game to you, isn’t it?”
“Pretty much. I’m not surprised it took you so long to figure that out. Since you’re obviously not the brain trust in la familia Petrelli.”
“Christ,” he swore. This time I let him get to his feet. He was seething, sucking his breath between his teeth. Blood was staining his t-shirt from where it’d dripped from his chin. I didn’t think there was enough of it. I’d have to try harder. It was fun to see just how much I could do to him before they tried to stop me.
“Temper, temper, Peter, we don’t need you turning into the Incredible Nuclear Hulk again. I’d prefer not to have to freeze dry you.” It’s a lot more fun to beat you to a pulp. “Is your mother watching?”
“No, she’s not here.” He wiped some bloody snot from beneath his nose with the back of his hand and stood up straighter. “For some insane reason she trusts you.”
“But you don’t?” I put my hand over my heart, gave him puppy dog eyes and let my lip tremble. “I’m hurt. You wound me.”
“Planning on it.” Then he flew at me so fast that I couldn’t dodge out of the way or block him. He slammed me into the wall so hard that I felt my spine shatter and ribs crack. Now I was the one coughing up blood as he stepped away from me and let me slide to the floor. “You don’t have that one, do you? Got it from my brother.”
“Guess I’ll have to pay him a visit then, won’t I?” I said through gritted teeth as the pain of regeneration fought with the agony of the injuries. My legs were paralyzed from the damage to my spine, and if it weren’t for Adam, I’d be fucked. “I should write a shopping list for Angela. Tell her what it’ll cost her to keep me around.”
“She already paid you.” The Boy Scout turned his back on me, crouching down to grab a bottle of water from the small cooler in the corner. I watched as he guzzled half of it at one time, and then let the rest wash the blood off his face, soaking his shirt. For some reason I found the display fascinating. “You got what you wanted.”
“Do you want to know what else I got, Peter?” I asked him. I knew he didn’t have the answers. Angela would have those, but if I got him curious enough, I might be able to get him to pester her. I could see it already. Peter would scamper around her, bouncing up and down like a three year old begging for a piece of candy while he asked her about my father for me. I could sit anywhere in the building, hell most of the city, and focus my hearing on the two of them to find out all I needed to know.
“No, Sylar, what else did you get besides the joy of cracking me in the face?” He hunkered down, taking out another bottle of water that he tossed over to me. His eyes never left my face as I took a slow drink.
“Adam asked me some interesting questions while I was with him.” The feeling had returned to my legs as I finished healing, but I didn’t bother to get up. It was time to look less dangerous while I manipulated the little turd. “Did you watch me slice him open?”
“Fuck no,” he said with a snort, his face twisting with disgust. That was too bad. I tried so hard to entertain him. Oh well, I’m sure Angela and/or Bennet got a show.
“Well, it would seem that Adam knew my real father. I’m adopted, you know. He told me my father was like me, and that the Company knew about him for a long time. That makes me think they knew about me too. They did have Eden watching me after all.” It took him less time to process that than I expected. Brownie points for Peter. He might not need that pass for the short bus after all.
“I don’t know who Eden was. I didn’t even know about this place until I woke up here after….” He didn’t need to say what after he was mentioning. “My mother never told us about being special. Nathan and I found out on our own. It was a surprise.” There’s something else that he’s not telling me, and whatever it is hurt him. Wonder what that is. “Trust me, I was pretty fucking shocked to find out she knew anything about any of this.”
“Not surprised they didn’t tell you. But I’m sure you can understand why I’d like to know the answers to the questions Adam brought up.” He’s connecting with me. Peter’s been lied to. He’s got more of a spine than he thought. I can use that. “Imagine how different I might have turned out if I’d have known what I was capable of, Peter?”
“You mean you wanted to start killing earlier?” And Peter’s brownie points no longer included nuts.
“I might not have started killing at all.” I leaned forward, resting my hands on my knees. “If they had this place, where they knew about specials and they trained people. Why didn’t they bring me in and help me? I could have learned to be a hero, Peter.”
“Fuck,” he said, his voice hushed as he leaned back against the wall, mirroring my position from across the room. “If they knew, then this is… man, this is so wrong.” He’s not denying it. He’s watched his mother. He’s been a victim of the charade as well.
“Do you think you could find out for me, Peter? I don’t think she’d tell me, but she might tell you.”
“Ma’s pretty good at keeping her mouth shut, Sylar.” He let out a heavy sigh, and then raked his hair out of his eyes. “But yeah, I’ll see what I can find out. I’d want to know too.”
“Thanks.” Good boy, Peter. There’ll be nuts and frosting on your brownies after all.
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