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thewatchmaker) wrote2011-09-05 05:51 pm
thewatchmaker) wrote2011-09-05 05:51 pm
Entry tags:
I Couldn't Breathe - Sylar, Maya and Alejandro - Fic
Character: Sylar, Maya and Alejandro
Genre: Gen
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1100
Rating: NC17 - Graphic Gore
Prompt: 091. Too much talk. 76/100![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
100_fairytales
Notes: This is how it should have gone down in Season 2. Lots of violence and murder.
Forbrianneh
When I could breathe again I wasn’t sure that I wanted to. The inside of the car smelled like sweat and bad Mexican food. None of us had exactly taken the time to shower, and the air conditioner hadn’t been much good for miles. Baking in the Texas sun after crossing the border into the good old US of A wasn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my homecoming. I twisted in the seat while I fought with the window controls. A blast of gritty, air that tasted like it came out of a furnace hit me in the face.
“Christ this is Hell,” I muttered as I fished through the crap on the floor of the backseat looking for a bottle of water that hadn’t had the Wonder Twins hands or lips on it. Who the fuck knew what I’d catch from them? If that poison could drip out of Maya’s eyes, god knew what other tainted surprises her body had hidden inside. The way she looked at me in the rearview mirror made me shudder on the inside while I pasted a friendly smile on my face. It was the same smile I used to use on customers when I wanted them to put up and shut up in my shop.
“Gabriel?” She said my old name, and I wanted to reach over the seat and do to her what I did to Chandra. But her fucking brother would stop me. I had to kill them both. We were across the border. I’d be safer with out the two of them getting me busted with Immigration or Border Patrol. If I had to keep listening to the two of them prattling on and on in Spanish for another day, I would lose it completely.
“Nothing Maya.” I tossed her another smile in the mirror. “I bit my tongue when you hit that last pothole.” That wasn’t even a lie. I had bitten my tongue, and I could taste the coppery tang of blood along the edge of my teeth. She had fucking pothole radar. She couldn’t avoid one if she tried. It was getting dark, and we needed to stop soon. I wanted to stretch my legs, and I needed to piss like a racehorse. “We should get off the road soon.”
Alejandro started yet another tirade. I didn’t have to understand him to know when he was talking about me. I wouldn’t be surprised if the little fuck wanted to leave me in a ditch by the side of the road. I heard him say Suresh’s name too. Yeah, he was telling her that she should have left me to die with the Border Patrol. Fucker. He thought I’d turn them in. As if I’d do something so tawdry as that.
“I have to pee!” I snarled at him. Maya winced, and I locked my eyes with Alejandro’s. “Pretty sure you know what that’s like, so unless you want me to piss on the back of your seat, we’re going to pull over.”
“Alejandro,” she said with that annoying condescending lilt to her voice that flavored her English and Spanish. She liked me. She liked me so very much, and her brother hated it. Considering the tale of woe that Maya had told me about her issues with his brand new wife, I had to wonder just how close the twins were. Or that could just be my fevered brain talking. Either way it was disgusting, like everything else about the two of them.
Another pothole or twelve and my fillings were floating before she found a place for us to park. My gut hurt from holding it for so long, and I nearly ran when I could finally get out of the car. Alone in the darkness, I felt the warmth drain out of the rock and sand as I drained my bladder. “I’d kill for a shower.”
When I came back to the car, they were setting up their camp. Alejandro got into my face as Maya stepped into the shadows to take care of her own business. Good. I was alone with him at last. His fist caught me in the face, and I went down. I could have fought back, but I wanted him to get closer.
Down on my hands and knees I found a good size rock. I was good with rocks. I’d taken Brian out with a chunk of crystal. Taken out what’s-his-name with that brick back in Mexico, and now I was going to show Alejandro what the inside of his skull felt like. I came up fast, catching him in the eyes with a handful of sand. I’d seen it in enough movies to know it worked. Then I backhanded him with the rock. His jaw cracked, and blood splattered over me and the side of the car.
Licking the blood from my lip from when he hit me, I brought the rock down with both hands on the back of his head a couple of times. When I knew he wasn’t breathing anymore, I dug through his pockets, and I shoved his corpse under the car and waited for Maya.
She came walking out of the desert with a big grin on her face. I kept to the shadows, so she wouldn’t see the knife that I’d taken from Alejandro in my hand. She looked around for her brother and cast me a questioning glance.
“He had to do his business too. What do we have to eat?” I asked. This time the smile on my face wasn’t a lie. I was in a very good mood. I might not get a power, but I still got to kill someone.
“Let me see what we have, Gabriel.” Maya popped open the back of the small SUV and started rummaging around in the back. I reached over her and slashed the knife across her throat with one deep swipe. Blood rushed out in a torrent as she fell to the sand like a puppet with no strings. Her eyes tried to go black, and I could see the poison trying to pool from them. But she died too fast to hurt me.
“Thanks for leaving the keys in the ignition,” I told Maya as I drove off into the night. It was a long way to New York, but I couldn’t wait to have a talk with
Mohinder when I got home.
Note to self: Next one is 78/100 for Fairytales
Genre: Gen
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 1100
Rating: NC17 - Graphic Gore
Prompt: 091. Too much talk. 76/100
100_fairytalesNotes: This is how it should have gone down in Season 2. Lots of violence and murder.
For
briannehWhen I could breathe again I wasn’t sure that I wanted to. The inside of the car smelled like sweat and bad Mexican food. None of us had exactly taken the time to shower, and the air conditioner hadn’t been much good for miles. Baking in the Texas sun after crossing the border into the good old US of A wasn’t exactly how I wanted to spend my homecoming. I twisted in the seat while I fought with the window controls. A blast of gritty, air that tasted like it came out of a furnace hit me in the face.
“Christ this is Hell,” I muttered as I fished through the crap on the floor of the backseat looking for a bottle of water that hadn’t had the Wonder Twins hands or lips on it. Who the fuck knew what I’d catch from them? If that poison could drip out of Maya’s eyes, god knew what other tainted surprises her body had hidden inside. The way she looked at me in the rearview mirror made me shudder on the inside while I pasted a friendly smile on my face. It was the same smile I used to use on customers when I wanted them to put up and shut up in my shop.
“Gabriel?” She said my old name, and I wanted to reach over the seat and do to her what I did to Chandra. But her fucking brother would stop me. I had to kill them both. We were across the border. I’d be safer with out the two of them getting me busted with Immigration or Border Patrol. If I had to keep listening to the two of them prattling on and on in Spanish for another day, I would lose it completely.
“Nothing Maya.” I tossed her another smile in the mirror. “I bit my tongue when you hit that last pothole.” That wasn’t even a lie. I had bitten my tongue, and I could taste the coppery tang of blood along the edge of my teeth. She had fucking pothole radar. She couldn’t avoid one if she tried. It was getting dark, and we needed to stop soon. I wanted to stretch my legs, and I needed to piss like a racehorse. “We should get off the road soon.”
Alejandro started yet another tirade. I didn’t have to understand him to know when he was talking about me. I wouldn’t be surprised if the little fuck wanted to leave me in a ditch by the side of the road. I heard him say Suresh’s name too. Yeah, he was telling her that she should have left me to die with the Border Patrol. Fucker. He thought I’d turn them in. As if I’d do something so tawdry as that.
“I have to pee!” I snarled at him. Maya winced, and I locked my eyes with Alejandro’s. “Pretty sure you know what that’s like, so unless you want me to piss on the back of your seat, we’re going to pull over.”
“Alejandro,” she said with that annoying condescending lilt to her voice that flavored her English and Spanish. She liked me. She liked me so very much, and her brother hated it. Considering the tale of woe that Maya had told me about her issues with his brand new wife, I had to wonder just how close the twins were. Or that could just be my fevered brain talking. Either way it was disgusting, like everything else about the two of them.
Another pothole or twelve and my fillings were floating before she found a place for us to park. My gut hurt from holding it for so long, and I nearly ran when I could finally get out of the car. Alone in the darkness, I felt the warmth drain out of the rock and sand as I drained my bladder. “I’d kill for a shower.”
When I came back to the car, they were setting up their camp. Alejandro got into my face as Maya stepped into the shadows to take care of her own business. Good. I was alone with him at last. His fist caught me in the face, and I went down. I could have fought back, but I wanted him to get closer.
Down on my hands and knees I found a good size rock. I was good with rocks. I’d taken Brian out with a chunk of crystal. Taken out what’s-his-name with that brick back in Mexico, and now I was going to show Alejandro what the inside of his skull felt like. I came up fast, catching him in the eyes with a handful of sand. I’d seen it in enough movies to know it worked. Then I backhanded him with the rock. His jaw cracked, and blood splattered over me and the side of the car.
Licking the blood from my lip from when he hit me, I brought the rock down with both hands on the back of his head a couple of times. When I knew he wasn’t breathing anymore, I dug through his pockets, and I shoved his corpse under the car and waited for Maya.
She came walking out of the desert with a big grin on her face. I kept to the shadows, so she wouldn’t see the knife that I’d taken from Alejandro in my hand. She looked around for her brother and cast me a questioning glance.
“He had to do his business too. What do we have to eat?” I asked. This time the smile on my face wasn’t a lie. I was in a very good mood. I might not get a power, but I still got to kill someone.
“Let me see what we have, Gabriel.” Maya popped open the back of the small SUV and started rummaging around in the back. I reached over her and slashed the knife across her throat with one deep swipe. Blood rushed out in a torrent as she fell to the sand like a puppet with no strings. Her eyes tried to go black, and I could see the poison trying to pool from them. But she died too fast to hurt me.
“Thanks for leaving the keys in the ignition,” I told Maya as I drove off into the night. It was a long way to New York, but I couldn’t wait to have a talk with
Mohinder when I got home.
Note to self: Next one is 78/100 for Fairytales