Sylar - Gabriel Gray

Character: Sylar/Elle
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 200+
Rating: PG
Prompts: Sweet Dreams Are Made of This for scifi_muses
Notes: A little Sylar/Elle poetry for you. This is not a personal message to any of the Elle RPers I know.

You Were My World

I was willing to kill for you.
I was willing to die for you.
I lived because of you.
You were my world.

Your eyes were like the summer sky.
Your hair a curtain of sunlit silk.
Each touch
Each kiss
Wrapped your soul around mine.

I was willing to kill for you.
I was willing to die for you.
I sold my soul for you.
You were my world.

You told me I mattered.
You told me you cared.
You promised.
You laughed.
You made me love you.

I killed for you.
I was willing to die for you.
I lost my soul because of you.
You were my world.

Blood splattered my glasses.
Lightning flashed across my eyes.
You screamed.
You ran.
You made me hate you.

I killed for you.
I almost died for you.
I was soulless because of you.
You were my world.

We touched in the dark.
Tongues and bodies twined at last.
You sobbed.
You screamed my name.
You were my world.

I killed for you.
I died for you.
I'm dead inside because of you.
You destroyed my world.

You lied to me again.
You betrayed the love I felt.
You begged.
You screamed.
You died with my name on your breath.

She was nagging at me. Making me see red. It’s all about her, and one day I suppose I’ll realize that. Until then I’ll have to suffer through another blonde tirade.

“What did I do this time?”

“If you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you, Sylar.” She rolled over in the bed, turning her back on me.

I don’t like being ignored. Being nagged at is better. So I picked up one of her expensive high heels from the floor. She never puts her shit away. I lost count of how many times I hit her with it.

Master Drabble List

Character: Elle Bishop & Gabriel Gray.
Shared Fic: Written with shesellectric
Fandom: Heroes.
Spoilers: For 'Villains'. the Eclipse Part One
Rating: Murder - you were expecting cookies?
Word Count: 594.
Prompt: Blurry by Puddle of Mudd for scifi_muses

Part One by shesellectric
Part Two by thewatchmaker
Part Three by thewatchmaker
Part Four by shesellectric

Part Five -
Where the hell was the sweet, helpful girl that I’d met at Pinehearst? Elle had played her part brilliantly; she was nearly as adorable as she’d been when she’d brought Gabriel that first peach pie. But I wasn’t Gabriel.

Gabriel was an idiot. He believed that Elle liked him. He believed that Virginia Gray was his mother. He desperately wanted Angela and/or Arthur’s approval. He even wanted Peter fucking Petrelli to be his brother.

“Use your empathy.” I could still hear Arthur’s voice echoing over and over in my head. It was right up there with ‘trust your feelings.’ Feelings, I had those, sometimes I did anyway. But as for trust, that wasn’t something I kept in reserve.

It was the empathy that was the problem. Gabriel thrived on it, or wallowed in it. He’d become whatever or whomever his current authority figure wanted him to be. He was the agent mimicking Bennett. He was the dutiful, ass kissing son for Petrelli. He was the eager leg humper for Elle. So far Angela was the only one who seemed to like the real me – the killer. It was probably why I liked her back. She was a ruthless bitch.

As I gripped the steering wheel of the rental car, I looked over at Elle as she played with the car radio. She was still one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen, but I couldn’t trust her. She was Company born and bred. Sooner or later she’d turn on me. It wasn’t something I’d hold against her. It was in her nature. She’d pushed my buttons in the rental office, by telling that idiot I was a serial killer.

I’d killed him, crushing his heart in his chest and then smiled as the blood and snot bubbled out of his nose. He didn’t even have a power for me to steal. He was just meat. Killing him killed another part of Gabriel. He’d gotten used to me killing heroes for their powers, but he couldn’t handle the sin of me killing a normal human for fun.

But back to my sweet Elle, I watched her push the radio buttons again, just like she’d pushed mine. She said she wanted us to be free of parental influence. Free to be who we really were. The poor girl, who I really am, is a monster. A monster that will bite her hand as she strokes my cheek, I don’t want to hurt her, but I know it is inevitable. I won’t have a choice. I’ve let her in, not all the way in of course, but close enough that she’s become a target, a weakness. I can’t afford to have one of those.

Reaching over, I squeezed Elle’s hand as I pulled up in front of the house. I knew that Bennett would be there with little Claire Bear. Gabriel screamed in my head that I couldn’t give her to Arthur, not after I’d just saved her from the void in that very house. Apparently the idiot finally saw that following Arthur like a sheep was a mistake. But if I was going to get him to trust me, I was going to have to play out this little scenario. Besides, if I got to kill Noah in the process, it was all worth it.

“Are you ready?” I asked her, as I popped open the car door. I glanced up towards the sky and squinted. An eclipse, something about that worried me, but I couldn’t think about it now. “You grab Claire. Bennett’s mine.”

Character: Elle Bishop & Gabriel Gray.
Shared Fic: Written with shesellectric
Fandom: Heroes.
Spoilers: For 'Villains'.
Rating: Still fluffy, with lots of angst and self-doubt
Word Count: 500.
Prompt: Who are you really, and what were you before? What did you do and what did you think, huh?... Rick for scifi_muses

Part One by shesellectric

Part Two -
When she’d appeared at the door with another pie in her hands, I didn’t know what to do. She’d been over a few times now. But I was still so nervous I knew I was going to puke. This pretty girl, no beautiful girl, was spending time with me. Again. I wished my father was alive, so he could see that I wasn’t as hopeless as he thought. I prayed my mother stayed away, because I was pretty sure she’d scare Elle off more than her finding out what I’d done to Brian.

How could anyone not have seen the Wizard of Oz? It seemed impossible to me. I’d watched it on TV so many times, even I’d lost count. I was on my second VHS copy, and once I got a DVD player it would be the first disc I bought. But until the VCR died, I couldn’t justify paying the money, and I was very good at keeping that old Sony running.

“You listen to me like I’m the smartest man on Earth,” I said, as I told Elle about the Wicked Witch.

“Well you don’t have all these books for wallpaper, do you?” She teased her eyes the same clear blue as the summer sky. She smelled like cinnamon from making the pie. I still couldn’t believe she made it from scratch for me.

“Well, maybe to hide the ugly wallpaper that’s behind them.” I ducked my face down. I nearly tilted my lips towards hers. Kissing her would be more magical than the ruby slippers. My world would stop being mired in black and white and it would all explode in Technicolor. All it would take is one little kiss. But it was too soon for that, maybe next time.

“Is it that bad?” Elle leaned against me. Her hair was like silk when she tucked her head under my chin.

“Yeah, my mom decorated before I inherited the place.” Elle tightened her grip on my fingers as the tornado came cutting through the Kansas prairies. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”

“I know.” She let out a soft sigh. “I trust you, Gabriel.”

I trust you. It seemed like an odd thing to say. Elle, of all people, knew what I was capable of. Not murder, I’d never confess that to her, but she knew I was willing to kill myself. But she trusted me to protect her.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.” I was too much of a coward to kiss her on the mouth. Instead I just brushed my lips over her temple. Elle tilted her face back. I could see her lips parting. Then I glanced at the movie to break the tension. Dorothy opened the door of their little farm house, and the brilliant colors of Munchkinland flooded the screen. It wasn’t time for me to have that yet. “Oh this is a good part. You don’t want to miss any of this.”