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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerCharacters: Sylar and Maya
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG for ick and angst
Word Count: 881
Prompt: 33/100 #19 White![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
100heroesfics
Reporter: How did you find America?
John: Turned left at Greenland.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: A friend on Twitter & SARMY requested I write a fic where Maya dies. This is for @sarena2s.
I could feel his sorrow through the door. Poor Mohinder forced to watch while he's pathetic lady love got the once over by Arthur. I so hoped to get Arthur's power someday. All I had to do was get him to trust me, which wouldn't be easy. But for now, I could wait. Let him think I believed his bullshit about being my father. Angela might be my mother, but Arthur wasn't my father.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from snickering as Mohinder tried to get Maya to pay attention to him before she left Pinehearst. He was more pathetic than Peter had been. It wasn't hard for me to follow Maya, and I had no reason to fear her now. She was human. She was helpless, and killing her would hurt Mohinder which made it so worth it. She didn't catch a cab, pious, frugal, Maya would never do that, so I got to track her through the subway. She didn't go back to Mohinder's apartment. Arthur had given her a safe haven to stay in while she started her new life. "How sweet"
It was certainly a step up from the shit hole Chandra and his off spring lived in. The hallway was shiny, white and oh so clean. I hoped it was as clean inside, that way the blood would really show up. Pressing my ear against the door, I listened to her gasp and prattle in Spanish about how beautiful it was, and how God was so good to her. I resisted the urge to say "Candygram or Landshark." When she asked who was at the door. Instead I said, "It's the manager. There's a leak in your sink that needs fixing if you don't mind miss. I tried to come earlier, but I got tied up. Can I come in?" With the thick Brooklyn accent I was using, she didn't recognize my voice, or it could have been because she's just that stupid. She was willing to believe me when I said her idiot brother had gone back home without her when he was laying in the bottom of my shower, his blood soaking into the towels.
As soon as she popped the door, I hit it with my power, knocking her back across the room. "You really should have used the safety chain, Maya. Those are there to keep the bad guys out."
Maya hissed like a cat or Mohinder, hard to tell with what was going on with him these days. I was kind of curious to see the rest of that transformation. I closed the door behind me, locking it tight with a flick of my fingers while she rushed into the kitchen to find a knife. "Oh joy. Are you going to stab me with a butcher knife, Maya? That never gets old. It also doesn't work." Anymore.
"Why are you here, Sylar?" she cried, tears that ran clear soaked her face. Black, clear, whatever, the bitch looked bad when she was sobbing.
I picked up the telephone, smashing it so she couldn't call for help. "I'm here because Mohinder loves you. He hates me. I hate him. You get to it?"
Maya fumbled for one of the knives in the butcher block and held it in front of her. I rushed at her and grunted as she drove the knife into my shoulder. "For fuck's sake, Maya. Go for the stomach. Here I was, letting you think you had a chance." I raised my hand, pinning her to the ceiling in another tribute to the pinata also known as Mohinder, while I yanked out the blade. "You stab me in the gut. I fall down. I bleed a lot. You run for the door. I get up and kill you." I let out a sigh while crushing her throat so she couldn't scream.
"You aren't any fun to play with. Now Claire, that bitch was fun. You're just pathetic." I took the knife, testing the serrated blade on my thumb, watching the skin part, the blood bleed and the miracle of healing happen while Maya squirmed overhead. "Mohinder's going to love this." I scooted up onto the kitchen counter, and took out each knife from the block. I arranged them according to length next to me. "This is a nice set. You got a lot of steak knives. That's good when you have company over, Maya." I smiled as her tears started to drip onto the floor. It was interesting, but what I had in mind was going to be epic. "Let's see how many of these it takes to keep you up there without my power."
I sent a pair of the long knives into her chest, making sure I missed her heart. They went clear through until they were buried in the ceiling. I smiled more as her blood joined the tears. "That's much better. 2, 4, 6, 12. I bet it takes all of them." Two more and she whimpered like a beaten dog. "I might run out of knives. I'll have to improvise then, but you'll have bled out by then." Another pair and she peed. "Well that's gross. Even Mohinder didn't piss himself." I did the rest all at once. She didn't fall.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG for ick and angst
Word Count: 881
Prompt: 33/100 #19 White
100heroesfics Reporter: How did you find America?
John: Turned left at Greenland.
scifi_muses Notes: A friend on Twitter & SARMY requested I write a fic where Maya dies. This is for @sarena2s.
I could feel his sorrow through the door. Poor Mohinder forced to watch while he's pathetic lady love got the once over by Arthur. I so hoped to get Arthur's power someday. All I had to do was get him to trust me, which wouldn't be easy. But for now, I could wait. Let him think I believed his bullshit about being my father. Angela might be my mother, but Arthur wasn't my father.
I had to bite my tongue to keep from snickering as Mohinder tried to get Maya to pay attention to him before she left Pinehearst. He was more pathetic than Peter had been. It wasn't hard for me to follow Maya, and I had no reason to fear her now. She was human. She was helpless, and killing her would hurt Mohinder which made it so worth it. She didn't catch a cab, pious, frugal, Maya would never do that, so I got to track her through the subway. She didn't go back to Mohinder's apartment. Arthur had given her a safe haven to stay in while she started her new life. "How sweet"
It was certainly a step up from the shit hole Chandra and his off spring lived in. The hallway was shiny, white and oh so clean. I hoped it was as clean inside, that way the blood would really show up. Pressing my ear against the door, I listened to her gasp and prattle in Spanish about how beautiful it was, and how God was so good to her. I resisted the urge to say "Candygram or Landshark." When she asked who was at the door. Instead I said, "It's the manager. There's a leak in your sink that needs fixing if you don't mind miss. I tried to come earlier, but I got tied up. Can I come in?" With the thick Brooklyn accent I was using, she didn't recognize my voice, or it could have been because she's just that stupid. She was willing to believe me when I said her idiot brother had gone back home without her when he was laying in the bottom of my shower, his blood soaking into the towels.
As soon as she popped the door, I hit it with my power, knocking her back across the room. "You really should have used the safety chain, Maya. Those are there to keep the bad guys out."
Maya hissed like a cat or Mohinder, hard to tell with what was going on with him these days. I was kind of curious to see the rest of that transformation. I closed the door behind me, locking it tight with a flick of my fingers while she rushed into the kitchen to find a knife. "Oh joy. Are you going to stab me with a butcher knife, Maya? That never gets old. It also doesn't work." Anymore.
"Why are you here, Sylar?" she cried, tears that ran clear soaked her face. Black, clear, whatever, the bitch looked bad when she was sobbing.
I picked up the telephone, smashing it so she couldn't call for help. "I'm here because Mohinder loves you. He hates me. I hate him. You get to it?"
Maya fumbled for one of the knives in the butcher block and held it in front of her. I rushed at her and grunted as she drove the knife into my shoulder. "For fuck's sake, Maya. Go for the stomach. Here I was, letting you think you had a chance." I raised my hand, pinning her to the ceiling in another tribute to the pinata also known as Mohinder, while I yanked out the blade. "You stab me in the gut. I fall down. I bleed a lot. You run for the door. I get up and kill you." I let out a sigh while crushing her throat so she couldn't scream.
"You aren't any fun to play with. Now Claire, that bitch was fun. You're just pathetic." I took the knife, testing the serrated blade on my thumb, watching the skin part, the blood bleed and the miracle of healing happen while Maya squirmed overhead. "Mohinder's going to love this." I scooted up onto the kitchen counter, and took out each knife from the block. I arranged them according to length next to me. "This is a nice set. You got a lot of steak knives. That's good when you have company over, Maya." I smiled as her tears started to drip onto the floor. It was interesting, but what I had in mind was going to be epic. "Let's see how many of these it takes to keep you up there without my power."
I sent a pair of the long knives into her chest, making sure I missed her heart. They went clear through until they were buried in the ceiling. I smiled more as her blood joined the tears. "That's much better. 2, 4, 6, 12. I bet it takes all of them." Two more and she whimpered like a beaten dog. "I might run out of knives. I'll have to improvise then, but you'll have bled out by then." Another pair and she peed. "Well that's gross. Even Mohinder didn't piss himself." I did the rest all at once. She didn't fall.
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