Sylar - Gabriel Gray

Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 385
Rating: PG for angst
Prompt: I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen
A Boy Named Sue, by Johnny Cash for scifi_muses
Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.

To My Parents,

I’m writing this to all of you, my real parents, my adoptive parents, and to you, Angela, for making me want something so badly that it still hurts that you lied.

Samson, I don’t know if you’re alive or dead. Leaving you to fester in your own filth the way I did was one of the best choices I ever made in my life. You didn’t deserve the quick death I could have given you. You’re a disgusting sack of shit, and I wish to hell I didn’t carry your genetics. I can promise you this; I will never end up like you. I won’t die alone, miserable in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere. When I die, everyone will know my name.

Virginia, I’m sorry you died. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I lost control trying to make you see that I was special, that I was someone. You didn’t want me to be Gabriel, and your death locked that part of me away for a long time. He’s slipped back into my mind now, giving me the insecurities, that fucking need for approval and companionship that Sylar was above. Hope you’re happy about that. I do miss you. You weren’t the worst mother on the planet, and you did love me. I loved you too. I still do.

Angela, you lying bitch. Thank you so much for dangling the Holy Grail in front of my nose, but I can’t blame you for reaching for it. That was my problem. You played the Gabriel card with me, and won the hand. You woke him up. You made me start to care about other people. As much as I hate you, you’re the one who first nudged me back into being remotely human. That doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy dancing on your grave. I hate you most of all, because you made me love you.

To my real mother, whose name I don’t know, I wish I could remember you. I try to. Sometimes I lay awake at night, trying to break through the blackness that shrouds my childhood, but I can’t. I can’t remember what you looked like or the sound of your voice. I hope your next life was better than this one.

I am who you made me.

Sylar

The Letter Blog

Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 403
Rating: PG
Prompt: Charles Henry "Chaz" Gracen: The day he gets hit by a bus, I believe in God again. from Profit for scifi_muses
Notes: What happened while Peter and Nathan were blowing up over New York.

( About that cockroach problem.... )

Character: Sylar, Parkman, BAU members Hotchner, Jareau, Reid and Morgan
Fandom: Heroes and Criminal Minds
Word count: 1983
Rating: R mentions of graphic violence
Prompt: Janette: Surely you are old enough by now to understand the difference between "not guilty" and "innocent." for scifi_muses
Part 1 of ?

( Make you a deal, Parkman... )

Character: Sylar and Gabriel
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1080
Rating: R lots of violence and gore
Notes: AU future 'verse where Gabriel and Sylar both exist.
I posted this before as part of a shared fic that never happened.
Prompt: Dr. Ian Malcolm: The lack of humility before nature that's being displayed here, uh... staggers me. for scifi_muses

( There can be only one... )

Character: Sylar, Peter and Hiro
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 638
Rating: Work safe, some swearing, much violence and blood - PG13
Notes: Sometime in the future
Prompt: Oneshot #22 for heroes_contest
Billy Flynn: This is Chicago, kid. You can't beat fresh blood on the walls. for scifi_muses

In a flash of fire and sound my life ended. Hurled through the air, my back shattering into a thousand pieces as the flames destroyed everything in their path. With all that I could do, I wasn’t fast enough. I couldn’t stop time.

I watched in horror as Peter’s body was blasted into ash that scattered on the winds of the firestorm. My lungs were seared as I screamed for him not to leave me, but he was already gone. The one good thing in my life was gone. The only person who gave a shit about me was gone, because he had to play fucking hero, again.

I was still screaming when I came back. The flesh, nerves and bones knitting until I was healthy and whole. Surrounded by blackened wreckage, steel girders hanging like homecoming banners from the heat, I curled into a ball and cried until I had no tears left.

“You stupid fuck!” I screamed into the emptiness that reflected my soul. “I told you. I told you to take regeneration, but oh no, you didn’t need that. You needed to be fast. Speed would keep you alive.”

Stalking out into the sunlight, I squinted and stumbled out into the street. Every building on the block was damaged, bricks scorched and windows busted out. Glass glittered on the pitted pavement as I tried to pick a direction.

I had nowhere to go. There was no one to go home to. I was alone. Fucking Hiro was right. I would die alone.

***
“Take me back!” I screamed at Hiro as I grabbed his fat face and shoved him onto the ground. I dropped to my knees, and held him down with my hands and telekinesis. I kept waiting for him to use his power, so I could learn it from him. “Use it! Use your power on me! Stop me before I kill you!”

“No.” He turned his face to look at me, while I took a hold of his ponytail and used it to twist his neck to the point of snapping. “I’m never using it again. No time traveling. No changing history. Peter Petrelli is dead, and he’s going to stay that way. I’m sorry. He was my friend too.”

“If he was your friend, you’d help me!” Snarling I yanked him up by the hair and slammed him down again hard enough to crack ribs. Blood frothed on his lips, staining the soul patch he’d taken to wearing. “Please, Hiro. Teach me. Show me how.”

“No Sylar. I won’t.” Then he ported away where I couldn’t follow him, leaving me no hope at all.

***
Her screams echoed through the house as I held her in place with my telekinesis. The floor was covered with the pictures that had fallen when I sent her flying into the wall. Broken frames and glass crunched under my feet as I stalked toward the girl with the bright red hair. I could taste her power. The monster that had been quiet for so long licked its lips as I began the cut. Hot blood splattered on my face in a fine stream as I broke through her cranium.

I didn’t know what her ability was. I didn’t care. It didn’t matter. I wanted it.

“Why?” She said her voice a soft squeak as the light dimmed in her eyes.

“Why not?” My fingers curved around her throat as I slid her onto the floor like a broken rag doll. I wrapped her hair around my other hand, and yanked off the top of her skull, tearing the back of her scalp free with a sickening sound. I tossed it across the room, where it landed with a splat, and dipped into her brain to find the prize inside.

“Redemption doesn’t matter. Neither does anything else.”

Character: Dr. Gabriel Gray, Martin Gray
Fandom: Heroes AU
Word count: 941
Rating: NC-17 murder, violence
Notes: verse - twisted paths,
Prompt: Sephiroth: I will never be... a memory. Vol2.Week30 scifi_muses

( Not even a card? )

Character: "Nathan", Sylar, Angela, the President
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 966
Rating: G - no swearing, no death, no violence
Notes: Missing scene - The President has asked "Nathan" to tell him about Sylar. Before the lunch with Angela for the start of Season 4.
Prompt: Who do you think you are... a Kennedy? You're a Bush. Act like one. scifi_muses

( Could you repeat the question? )

Character: Sylar/ Eden
Fandom: Heroes AU
Word count: 1012
Rating: NC 17 - minor smut, major murder
Notes: Verse - twisted paths: In which Gabriel Gray doesn't become a watchmaker. Inspired by Pathology.
Prompt: There! You see how benevolent I can be when everybody just does what I tell them to do? – President Josiah Bartlett in Crackpots and These Women. scifi_muses

( My son the doctor... )

Tittle: You Selfish Prick!
Author: thewatchmaker
Ranting: R for language and violence
Character: Sylar/Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1030
Notes: Missing scene from 'the Wall'. SPOILERS FOR THE WALL.
Verse: the wall - that I'm writing with futureboyscout
Prompt: The next thing I knew they were dead on the floor, Dark Lady would never turn a card up anymore.for scifi_muses

( That was mine.... )

Character: Angela, Peter, "Nathan", Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 701
Rating: PG 13 - murder, blood, swearing
Notes: 'Verse Carny Queen, Nathan went a little crazy and had to be locked up. Sylar is trying to claw his way out like Alien.
Prompt: Tyler Durden: Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility! for scifi_muses

( Basket Weaving 101 )