Sylar - Gabriel Gray

I folded my arms across my chest, leaning over the edge of the bluff to look down. I could hear Claire’s scream echoing of the walls of the canyon as she fell. We were high enough up for her to reach terminal velocity, and she hit the ground like a ripe watermelon.

Gabe and I mirrored each other as we licked our lips, both of us counting down the seconds while we waited. “What if she doesn’t come back?”

“We’ll need a spatula?” I joked. “She’ll be back.”

“Well if she’s not walking in two minutes you lose the bet.”

Drabble List

Gabe is graylikeme and featured with love and affection.

Characters: Sylar and the Bennets
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Word Count: 1275
Prompt: 19/100 #11 Red 100heroesfics Captain Steven Hiller: Who's the man? Huh? Who's the man? Wait till I get another plane! I'm a line ya friends up right beside you! Where ya at, huh? Where ya at? scifi_muses Notes: VERY VERY VIOLENT

Bennet Season
I could still feel them. Every fist fall, every kick, every bullet that he’d put into me, but most of all I could feel the slice of the knife across my throat. The hot rush of my blood soaked into my shirt while he held my head back by the hair. I could hear Elle whimpering powerless and afraid while he ended my life, taking his revenge on me for terrorizing his family. For frightening his precious Claire Bear.

The eclipse came and went, life surged back into me. Noah rubbed my face in my stupidity for believing in Angela. More pain for me caused by him. My hatred, my need to destroy him has become my obsession. As if I needed another obsession…

Noah thought they’d all be safe when he let Parkman and Angela destroy who I was. He was so wrong. Poor little Claire still thought I was dead while I was forced to live inside of Nathan Petrelli’s skin.

I’d chewed my way out like Alien, Nathan was no more. I was back.

Time was on my side, first the boy. Little Larry or whatever the fuck his name was. I waited at the side of a busy intersection in Costa Verde. The look of terror on Lester’s face when the Mac Truck plowed through his car was priceless. The way his blood splattered over the mosaic of the windshield turning it to crimson stained glass was beautiful.

I smiled from inside Starbucks watching as Noah rushed out of his car. I’d been sure that Lyle was on a street Noah traveled on. His pain was exquisite. Either that or I was drinking the best mocha I’d ever had.

They blamed it on the truck driver, but he swore up and down that he’d hit the brakes. The poor man felt so bad about killing Lionel, his wife and newborn daughter that he blew his brains out.

Sandra was next. I never liked her. All it took was a gift certificate for a spa day. Face down on the massage table; I used the power I’d stolen from Doyle to keep her quiet. Her spine stiffened in pain and terror as I crushed her ankles in with my bare hands. I could taste her fear and it made me hungrier for more. I worked slowly using my hands and my telekinesis, ever so careful to never break the skin. I didn’t want her to bleed. I wanted her to die in agony. She was insane from the pain before I got through with her right arm. Her left was already hanging limp and pliant as putty.

I left her head intact; I wanted him to see the pain etched on her face. I wanted it to haunt his memories for what time he had left. She died when I drove her broken ribs into her heart and lungs. The trickle of blood from her nose and mouth was all I allowed.

I watched at the spa too, with mud smeared over my face, wrapped in a towel, so he wouldn’t recognize me. I wanted to see Noah’s face when he found out what I’d done to her. He cried like a little girl. The Coroner said it looked like Sandra had been skydiving without a parachute. I had to teleport away before I laughed out loud.

Claire was the hardest. I didn’t want to kill her. Perhaps it was a residual emotion from living Nathan’s life. Maybe I would need someone to keep me company through the eons, but I needed Noah to be alone.

She’d learned so much over the years, how to fight, how to shoot, how to be a little killer just like daddy. Her inability to feel pain let her keep coming when she should have given up. It wasn’t hard to get her attention, to set my trap. All I had to do was tell her I’d been the one to kill little Luke and his family, and brag about what I’d done to mommy. I’d done it in person, slapping a bloody handprint on her window to say ‘hi.’ My fingerprints and my blood, there was no denying I was alive, and that her father had lied to her again.

She was livid when she came for me. Seeing red, and in the end she couldn’t heal fast enough to stop me. I burned her skin off layer by layer, hit her with a truck or two, but she kept coming. Long out of bullets she still tried to beat me. I let her hit me in the face twice, her blows rocking me back, but that was only to get her within reach. Then with a smile I wrapped my hand and will around her throat used my telekinesis to slice her head off. If I thought Lindsey bled, it was nothing compared to beheading Claire. I was covered in it. It soaked through my clothes, splashed into my face and filled my mouth.

“Don’t worry, Claire. You still can’t die. Once I’m done with Noah and Angela for what they did to me, I’ll put you back together, and we can start our little game.” I took her head with me, holding it by her ponytail and tossed it into the passenger seat of my car. But not before I left my calling card for Noah. I wrote my name on the pavement in Claire Bear’s blood.

‘SYLAR’

I didn’t hide from Noah. Why would I? I was the Spider King, and I’d woven my web for him and him alone. Now that Peter knew what he and Angela had done, he was in no condition to help him fight me. It was just the old man and me.

His fingers were spotted, his hair nearly gone when he arrived. Ted’s radiation had done a number on him. He didn’t have Claire’s ability to heal. His hands were shaking when he raised his gun to shoot me. I laughed in his face as he emptied the clip into my chest. I was smiling when I took a shot or two in the head too. I barely felt the pain as they hit, I’d had the ability long enough that the pain centers in my brain were starting to fry out too.

“Kill you!!!” he bellowed, charging at me with a knife in his hand. I flicked my finger sending the knife into the wall and lifted him from the ground by the throat. He hung there like a puppet waiting for my next move.

“Tell me, Noah. Did her body regenerate without the head? Have you been going down to the Company morgue to wait for her to come back?” I showed him the box where I kept Claire’s head, letting him see as her green eyes widened at the sight of him. “She’s still alive, not much fun anymore though. I should have killed Parkman, then Claire and I could talk.”

Noah was nearly foaming at the mouth. His rage was like ambrosia. His body trembled with it. I could hear his heart fighting to beat properly, and shooting pain ran up with arm. I dropped him to the ground, letting the heart attack I’d caused run its course. He staggered to the box, trying to pry it open to save her.

I came up behind him, taking his own knife and sliced open his throat, holding his head back like he had mine. Claire’s eyes looked about ready to pop as she watched her father bleed out. “Oh Princess, in case they never told you, that’s how I did Nathan too.”

Characters: Sylar/Claire
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Word Count: 859
Prompt: 12/100 #10 Years 100heroesfics Killer Queen by Queen scifi_muses
Notes: Crackfic

The solution was simple. Claire’s pain was making me weep. At times like this I hated Arthur for teaching me how to feel other’s pain. It was easier without the empathy, when I was lost in my own fucked up emotions and no one else’s. She was curled into a ball on my sofa. The horizon was starting to pink with dawn, and I was thankful she’d finally fallen asleep. Noah had hurt her. Taken her clear bright soul and muddled it with his manipulations and molestations. I promised her that I wouldn’t kill him.

She trusted me. She was the only person the planet who did, even when she knew Gabriel had left the building and I was Sylar. But I wouldn’t betray that promise. Noah Bennet would live.

But what about my Claire? I sat on the edge of my coffee table, and brushed her thick blonde hair from her face. Tears had left trails down her cheeks. She needed to be free of Noah and his games. She needed to be where he couldn’t touch her and make her feel guilty for his crimes.

Time was the answer. Claire needed time. Time to heal. Time to be free from him.

“Hiro?” I called the annoying little man who had ruined so many of my plans. “Claire needs your help. Please come to New York. I can’t help her without you.”

Claire was gone. I pulled the pillow she’d fallen asleep on in my arms, breathing in the scent of her shampoo. I missed her, but Hiro and I had done the right thing. She could start over now, and she could be safe. “Five years, I’ll find you five years from now, Claire. Hopefully you’ll forgive me and understand.”

***
She was so angry. The future she found herself in wasn’t exactly a trip to Club Med. She was hunted for being special. Forced to hide and watch everyone she loved die. She spent months looking for Sylar to kick his ass for sending her there, but when she found him she couldn’t hurt him. Not when he was feeding waffles to a cute little blond haired kid. Instead she watched through the windows while he fed Mr. Muggles treats and laughed with his daughter.

“What’s the magic word, Claire?” he asked bending over her with the pot of syrup.

“Daddy!” she wrapped her little arms around his neck.

“That works.” Gabriel laughed kissing her cheek.

“You son of a bitch,” Claire whispered from her hiding place. Pressing her hands against the wall, she pushed away turning to glare at Hiro Nakamura. “Send me back!”

“I can’t Claire.” Hiro backed away from the house, his dark eyes flickering towards the window. “I…we…it wasn’t me. It was another timeline.”

“I don’t care what it was. You send me back, now!” She pulled her gun. “Hiro send me back or I’ll shoot that kid. Then Sylar will go off. Think of how many people he’ll kill.”

“All right, Claire. I’ll send you back. It’ll be after you left if I can. It’s not an exact science.”

“Just do it.” She pointed her gun through the window at little Claire Gray.

***
I was asleep, flat on my stomach sprawled in my bed. The dark sheets tangled over my legs. I was lonely. I missed Claire. It was harder to be good now that she was gone. Still groggy, I thought I was dreaming when I felt a weight on the edge of my bed. I was wide awake when I felt the barrel of a gun at the base of my skull.

“I should end you right now you fuck,” Claire hissed, leaning over me.

I glanced over my shoulder, surprised at her long dark hair. The outfit was different too. The softness Claire had was gone. This woman was a killer. She was beautiful, and she was threatening to kill me. “I was wondering if you’d come back.”

Bracing my hands against the mattress, I flipped around, using my power to crush the gun before it could go off. I rolled onto Claire, her leather pants rubbing against my naked thighs as I pinned her to the bed. She shifted beneath me, and I had to fight to hold her down. She was stronger than I thought she’d be, but then I wasn’t trying to hold her completely still.

“I hate you!” She screamed into my face as she tried to bring her knee up between my legs, but she was tangled in the sheets now too.

“No you don’t. You love me, and I love you.” I brushed my lips over hers, my rough beard leaving a quickly vanishing rash in its wake. My tongue traced the corner of her mouth, and I pressed my lips against hers until hers parted. Our tongues battled mirroring our wills. I let go of her hands and she twisted them into my hair pulling hard. “I missed you.”

“You’ll be lucky if I don’t kill you in your sleep,” she said, coming up for air.

“I know. But let’s see what I can do about making you forgive me.”