Sylar - Gabriel Gray

Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: G
Word Count: 308
Prompt: 25/100 #20 Colorless 100heroesfics
How did we get so mean?
How do we just move on?
How do you feel in the morning when it comes and every thing's undone? -- Mean scifi_muses
Notes: This was the start of a role play with eden_sarah_m that you can read here. In the cell at Primatech after Homecoming.

Everything hurts. My mouth tastes like the inside of a cat box, a very dirty cat box. There are so many drugs flowing through my veins that I can barely remember how I got here. I’m in a cage, on display, every few minutes one of them comes back to poke and prod at me.

“Blood sample, Chekov, skin sample, Chekov… if this keeps up, I’m going to run out of samples…” I fall into hysterical laughter as I replay the classic Star Trek episode in my head. The Deadly Years was a favorite of mine.

They pull another trio of blood filled vials from my arm. They even cut off my hair. I don’t know what they wanted with it, other than to make it easier to shove that thing into my skull. “Leave me alone…”

I want to die. I want to kill.

Eyes. There are eyes on me. I look through the heavy reinforced glass of the window and I see her, the skinny little bitch that lived next door to Chandra Suresh. She’s the reason I’m here. That tasty little ability of hers that put me to sleep like a rabid dog, and I can’t wait to make mine.

I can’t do anything though. Not yet. The drugs and the torture have made it impossible to focus. Without focus I’m just like everyone else a nobody in a box. The cold of the concrete floor is creeping into my bones; they haven’t given me a blanket. My feet are bare, I should be surprised I have scrubs on.

“What do you want?” I look up at her from the spot on the floor. I’m too weak to roll over let alone sit up. “Come to see if the monkey’s going to fling his shit on the walls? I don’t even know your name.”

Title: Hickory, Dickory, Dock
Author: thewatchmaker
Rating: R
Wordcount: 365
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to NBC and Tim Kring. I just like to write serial killer fic.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Eden
Prompt: 47 - Home heroes50 6/50

I wanted to pull the big Caddy into the parking space behind the shop where my father used to park his car, but some asshole had moved into the space. We’d sold my father’s car after he died, since it was just easier to use public transportation. It was certainly easier than trying to find parking near my mother’s apartment.

“That is my parking space,” I snarled. My fingers gripped the wheel tight enough that I could hear the plastic creak. “It comes with MY shop.”

The car that was sprawled in it was new. I’d never seen it before. Over the years I’d gotten lazy about chasing people out of the space, but I wasn’t the same forgiving person I’d been then. Gabriel might let it slide, but Sylar wouldn’t.

And I was tired. We’d been driving for days on end since leaving New Orleans. I needed to find Mohinder Suresh. He’d know where I should strike next. Eden had told me all about him following in his father’s work, and how the Company wanted him watched.

Concentrating on the squatting vehicle, I raised it into the air. It hovered in a place a few moments while I decided what to do with it. I really wanted to smash it to scrap, but didn’t want to show my hand. Instead I just moved it out of the parking space and into the alley. “I’ll call the city from inside; they can come tow it for blocking the alley.”

I didn’t have my keys anymore. They’d been lost in Texas, so I used my power to work the lock on the door. It was simple really. Locks were just puzzles, and I had an invisible key at my disposal.

The shop was filled with the sound of clocks ticking. Grandfather clocks, cuckoo clocks and dozens of watches sounding the hours, minutes and seconds, as we entered I had come home at last. “I have an apartment upstairs. It was used for storage when my dad first opened the shop, but when I was old enough to leave home he let me convert it. Sorry about the dust. I haven’t been here for a long time.”

Title: Snow White, and Blood Red
Author: thewatchmaker
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 394
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to NBC and Tim Kring. I just like to write serial killer fic.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Eden
Prompt: 37 - Snow - Writer's Choice heroes50 4/50
Summary: Eden and Sylar are on a road trip trying to get to NYC, so he can talk to Mohinder. Would take place after Homecoming if Eden hadn't died, but had helped Sylar escape.

The snow was everywhere, laying in thick drifts over the landscape. I trudged on, sweat tickling my brow as it fell down my face to my lips. Why was it so hot? Shouldn't I be cold? My coat weighed tons, so I peeled it off and dropped it onto the snow covered ground. In the distance I could see a sign. I squinted against the glare and wished that I had my glasses.

"What does it say?" I shouted into the emptiness only to hear the sound of my own voice come echoing back at me over and over again. "Where am I?"

"Gabriel!" it was my mother's voice. My name followed by coughing and the sound of her choking.

"Mom!" I ran, the snow making me trip and fall. I landed hard, the snow was dry and stuck to my hands like soap flakes.

I fought to get free. My heart was pounding so hard that my chest hurt, then I hit the curved glass wall of the snow globe and it fell from the table in my mother's Queen's apartment. My face was pressed against the wall as the floor came rushing up to meet me.

Blood covered my hands, slick on the heavy Plexiglas walls of the cell at Primatech. My fingers had worn down to bones as I tried to scratch my way to freedom. Thick hot blood dripped onto my face, replacing the sweat that had been there before. I recognized the taste of it on my lips. I brought my hands to my forehead, and flinched when I felt my exposed brain. In my reflection I could see my brain pulsating as I started to scream.

******
With a start, I sat up in the back of the truck. I was soaked in sweat, but there was no blood dripping on my face. The driver wasn't in the cab, and we weren't moving. My chest hurt and I couldn't get enough air in my lungs no matter what I did. I drew my knees up to my chest and buried my face while I cried. If the driver had been there, I'd have had to kill him.

“Sylar?” Eden reached across from the front seat to touch me. Her fingers were cool as she gently touched my forehead. “It was just a bad dream. It’ll be all right.”

Title: Beauty and the Geek
Author: thewatchmaker
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 170
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to NBC and Tim Kring. I just like to write serial killer fic.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Eden
Prompt: 46 - Geek - Writer's Choice heroes50 2/50
Summary: Eden and Sylar are on a road trip trying to get to NYC, so he can talk to Mohinder. Would take place after Homecoming if Eden hadn't died, but had helped Sylar escape.

She was kissing me back. I mean, soft, warm lips that tasted like cherry candy were kissing me back. Eden wasn't looking to see if anyone was watching, so she could pull away and scream that I was a big dork like the last girl I'd kissed in high school had. Her friends had all laughed at me, and I'd watched as they all paid her five bucks each for locking lips with the momma's boy. Stephanie had made about $25 from her friends that very cruel day.

The little nip she gave me at the end tugged at my guts, and I thought I was going to forget how to breathe. I gulped when she said there was plenty of room and ordered the driver to drive.

"It is big isn't it?" I mumbled as I crawled into the bunk with Eden. I had no clue what to do next. "The mattress is pretty soft too."

God Gabriel - you are such a fucking dork - Stephanie was right.

Title: There's a Rat in the Mouse's House -The Jungle Cruise - Part two
Author: thewatchmaker
Dedicated to: eden_mccain
Characters/Pairings: Sylar, Eden and the Bennets
Rating: R (just in case)
Scene: 2/7
Word Count: 914
Warnings: I'm sure it'll be gory as hell eventually.
Notes/Credits: In a AU world where Eden helped Sylar escape instead of killing herself.
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended; fair use only. Not created for profit.

There's a Rat in the Mouse's House - Part Two

As Eden and I tagged along behind the Bennet family, more and more people began to file into the park. It was like walking through a school of swirling guppies, and I felt like a shark tagging along after my prey. Eden’s head tilted to the side as we went and she tucked herself under my arm. I liked it when she leaned against me like this. It meant so much for me not to be alone, and to be with someone who didn’t judge me for what I did. She understood me more than anyone else ever had. I wanted to be special and so did she.

“Dad not the castle!” Lyle exclaimed as he hopped up and down in front of Claire like a three year old. “It’s fucking lame.” Ok, that wasn’t quite like a three year old.

“Lyle Bennet!” his mother’s eyes grew wide. “We do not swear in Disneyland. It’s just like cussing in church.”

“It’s ok mom, he’s right. It’s his birthday,” Claire said. She was just so sweet and perky. It made me want to rip the top of her head right off. “Where to little brother?”

“Jungle Cruise!” Lyle grabbed Claire’s hand and ran across the main hub of the park and ran for Adventure Land. “Come on slow pokes. Keep up.”

“Wow, aren’t they cute?” Eden asked. I could hear the hint of loneliness in her voice and knew she was missing the childhood she’d been cheated of. Too many years as a slave to her evil stepmother and then the rest of her hell had ruined hers.

“So, so adorable.” I said with a bright grin. They made me want to puke, but the truth was they probably made me a little sad about my solitary childhood too. I was my mother’s only child, and hovered over like I was made of tissue paper, flawed delicate tissue paper that was never going to amount to anything. “So the Jungle Cruise it is.”

We entered through the façade of a old Calvary fort. To the left was the Tiki Hut, where hundreds of robotic birds sang to a song that the creators thought was a love song, but was actually a Hawaiian war chant about blood and destruction. But then, maybe they had known. You had to have some kind of sense of humor to create something like that.

Eden’s hands were still wrapped around my arm as we walked. I could see the Bennets just ahead of us getting into the long line for the Cruise. It was an old ride. I knew because I’d read every scrap of information I could about Disneyland before decided that it would be the place I had her.

“Make sure we’re on the same boat as they are sweetheart,” I whispered into Eden’s ear giving it a little kiss. I didn’t need to steal Eden’s power. Sooner or later I’d find someone with something similar and then tweak my brain to match. For now, hell forever, she was my partner.

“Watch this.” Eden’s eyes focused on the back of the family in front of us. I could feel as she applied her suggestion from her brain straight into theirs. I’d taught her to focus, making her better than she ever was when she worked for the Company while I finished the illusion that would keep Noah Bennet from remembering either of our faces.

“Oh excuse me!” the woman in front of us stammered as she started squirming back through the line to the exit along with her children in tow. “Potty emergency!”

“Oh that’s classy,” I chuckled into Eden’s soft dark hair. “Potty emergency.”

We were right behind the Bennets now. More than likely we’d be on the same boat around the cruise. It was modeled after the boats used in the Congo, inspired by the African Queen. I did my best not to listen to anymore of their inane prattle. I just focused on the feel of Eden’s hand in mine. She was so tiny and delicate that it was like loving a butterfly.

“Welcome to the jungle,” said the cast member. Disneyland called all their staff cast members. That was something else I’d learned on Wikipedia. “Please step right this way.”

The Bennets followed after a group of Japanese tourists, with cameras clicking and giant stuffed Mickey Mouses under their arms. When Bennet looked back at the two of us, he saw an attractive black couple. They’d never see us the same way twice while we stalked them. Candice’s power had been one of the best I’d ever taken.

“Ganesh is good, Ganesh is great, and then there’s Bob,” said the guide of the boat. To the edge of the lagoon was a statue of the elephant god. I wondered if they’d have told that joke if Mohinder and his family had been on the boat. Would it have been PC then? Somehow I doubted it. The Bennets laughed. They laughed when he shot the “raging” bull hippo too. It was pathetic.

“Here’s something you don’t see everyday,” he popped in again. “The back of water. Unless you work here.” Yep, this was one funny guy. Even if he had a power, I wouldn’t have wanted to dig around in his brain.

When we finally finished the ride, I held my hand out to Claire to help her out of the boat. She smiled at me, just beautiful and beaming as she took my hand. “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” I was entranced. Soon my dear, soon.