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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerTitle: Do You Really Want to Hurt Me?
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thewatchmaker
Claim: Gabriel Gray/Dana Scully - Heroes/XFiles
Theme: Black & White
Theme Set: Colors Set 6
Chapter List and Prompt Table
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's going to be considerable mind f'cking.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Sylar and Scully. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 1/7
Pudding. It was always pudding for dessert. At least it was chocolate today, but it would have been nice is someone had actually made it. Nothing says home cooking like peeling a cardboard, plastic, and aluminum foil cover from a plastic cup to make you feel loved. But then in this place, with its ugly black and white tiled floor, they probably used the empty pudding cups for specimens.
They'd taken enough for me to make another me. Now there was a thought that made even me shudder. The world does not need two Sylars. One was quite enough. Which didn't mean that I didn't still want to look inside of Peter Petrelli's head to see how he worked. I just didn't say that out loud. So far the Company didn't have anyone coming into my cell to read my mind. They just came in armed to the gills with the Haitian keeping me helpless to pump me full of drugs and take more samples. The bruises on my elbows made me look like a junkie from all the needle tracks.
It had taken me a while to learn to adapt to the drugs, but little by little they really didn't do anything to me anymore. I was relaxed, and I slept like the dead. But considering my nightmares that wasn't always a bad thing. I didn't mind not dreaming about my mother at all. I'd practice moving little things with my mind, like the buckles on my straight jacket. Never anything they could see from all the cameras. It was the only one of my powers I risked practicing. Any of the others would lead to detection, and I'm sure that by now that would lead to dissection.
"Can I have some more pudding?" I asked my attendant. "I really like the chocolate."
"Let me ask Dr. Scully," he said. His name was Charlie. He was nice to me, not like the other ones. It took all the control I had not to tear the other ones apart. But if I did that, they would know. She would know, and I wouldn't be safe anymore. As long as I was here, Petrelli couldn't kill me.
"How are you this evening Mr. Gray?" As if on cue my pretty doctor came in. Her hair was like the sunsets I couldn't see anymore. My cell had no windows, and even if it did I was too far underground to see anything but Morlocks. "It's all right Charlie. Gabriel can have some more pudding."
"Thank you doctor," I smiled at her. "How was your day Dana?"
Author/Artist:
thewatchmaker Claim: Gabriel Gray/Dana Scully - Heroes/XFiles
Theme: Black & White
Theme Set: Colors Set 6
Chapter List and Prompt Table
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: I'm pretty sure there's going to be considerable mind f'cking.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing Sylar and Scully. They don't belong to me.
Chapter: 1/7
Pudding. It was always pudding for dessert. At least it was chocolate today, but it would have been nice is someone had actually made it. Nothing says home cooking like peeling a cardboard, plastic, and aluminum foil cover from a plastic cup to make you feel loved. But then in this place, with its ugly black and white tiled floor, they probably used the empty pudding cups for specimens.
They'd taken enough for me to make another me. Now there was a thought that made even me shudder. The world does not need two Sylars. One was quite enough. Which didn't mean that I didn't still want to look inside of Peter Petrelli's head to see how he worked. I just didn't say that out loud. So far the Company didn't have anyone coming into my cell to read my mind. They just came in armed to the gills with the Haitian keeping me helpless to pump me full of drugs and take more samples. The bruises on my elbows made me look like a junkie from all the needle tracks.
It had taken me a while to learn to adapt to the drugs, but little by little they really didn't do anything to me anymore. I was relaxed, and I slept like the dead. But considering my nightmares that wasn't always a bad thing. I didn't mind not dreaming about my mother at all. I'd practice moving little things with my mind, like the buckles on my straight jacket. Never anything they could see from all the cameras. It was the only one of my powers I risked practicing. Any of the others would lead to detection, and I'm sure that by now that would lead to dissection.
"Can I have some more pudding?" I asked my attendant. "I really like the chocolate."
"Let me ask Dr. Scully," he said. His name was Charlie. He was nice to me, not like the other ones. It took all the control I had not to tear the other ones apart. But if I did that, they would know. She would know, and I wouldn't be safe anymore. As long as I was here, Petrelli couldn't kill me.
"How are you this evening Mr. Gray?" As if on cue my pretty doctor came in. Her hair was like the sunsets I couldn't see anymore. My cell had no windows, and even if it did I was too far underground to see anything but Morlocks. "It's all right Charlie. Gabriel can have some more pudding."
"Thank you doctor," I smiled at her. "How was your day Dana?"
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