Character: Sylar
Genre: Gen
Author:
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thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 533
Rating: PG
Prompt:
Apeirophobia; Fear of Infinity 7/13 for
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13_fearsSkipper: You see, once you show the Universe who's boss, things just work out. Vol3.week30 for
scifi_muses032. Why it turned winter. 53/100 for
100_fairytalesNotes: Set 200 years in the future.
Based on this RP on
heroesreduxrpg. Peter is
fixthepast, and he's an ass.
Hatred. Seething hatred filled me to my core. I was steeped in disgust and rage, and it was as always Peter Petrelli’s fault. Hundreds of years locked in a technological dungeon, and I wake up where Peter can get in my way. Fuck my life. Fuck my goddamn life!
With a snarl and a wave of my hand I sent a wave of destruction at a crumbling building. The tattered walls filled with broken windows and covered with scrawls of graffiti shattered and scattered like cornflakes caught in a tornado. I smiled as the four story structure was reduced to rubble, and then licked the grit off my teeth.
The sun was pounding down on me. I’d left the city when Peter showed up, and found myself cut off from the world in the never ending wasteland, miles and miles of gray and brown in every direction. The only bright spot was the domed city on the horizon. It’s blue green glow a sharp contrast to the desolation. Peter didn’t live in the city either. He was hiding in the warrens nearby, doing whatever brooding assholes did when they figured the woes of the world were their fault.
They weren’t his anymore than they were mine. After I’d escaped from him I’d taken my time, finding an old library where I could find out what happened while I was kept asleep. It was the specials who did it. Some idiot created a drug that would give powers to anyone with the right amount of money.
They gave it to the military first of course, and the power hungry in the ranks got hungrier eventually destroying the government. Once the US government realized it was in trouble it gave the serum to the rest of the world. It was just like Captain Trips in the Stand. They destroyed everyone, so they didn’t die alone.
It stirred my hunger. There were so many more specials out there now, and I wanted them. I needed them all. Peter didn’t understand. How could he? This is what I was born for. I’m meant to keep their numbers under control. I’m their only predator, and keeping me locked away upset the balance of the world. This is the Company’s fault. They destroyed the world when they trapped me. Fucking idiots.
I still hadn’t found a travel power, but I would soon. The specials in the city were calling to me, begging me to end their suffering, and far be it from me to tell them ‘no’. I climbed into the crappy vehicle that I’d managed to repair and turned toward the horizon. Peter wouldn’t expect me back so soon, and if he did try to stop me, I had some surprises in mind. The weight of the gun slung on my thigh would give me an unexpected advantage. As long as he could block my powers, I’d have to find another way fulfill my destiny.
Unlike Peter I wasn’t afraid of the world they’d created. I wasn’t terrified of the darkness that permeated the harsh light of day. The Boy Scout could cower. I’d conquer. I’d show these losers that Sylar was back, one body at a time.
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