thewatchmaker: (Cookies?)
Dear Molly,

I’m not sure what I want to say to you. I’m not sorry that I killed your parents. I mean if I hadn’t done that, you’d have never gotten to live in New York with those losers Mohinder and Parkman. You’d have never been shipped off to India, and barely remembered by your two loving fathers. I mean sorry, kid, but the second Mohinder saw Maya and Parkman saw the blonde chick with the weird hair it was all over for you. You just weren’t important to them anymore.

I hope you’re having a ball in India. I did hear that you came stateside for awhile, helping out Rebel. Sorry I missed you, but you’re still too young for me. You see, Molly, I still want your power, and someday I’ll get it.

And your little dog too.

All my love,
The Bogeyman

PS – I didn’t appreciate it at all that you were more afraid of Maury than me.

The Letter Blog
thewatchmaker: (Pointing Finger)
Characters: Gabriel, Hiro, Molly mentions of Parkman
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Word Count: 677
Prompt: 16/100 #60 Drink [livejournal.com profile] 100heroesfics Anna: This girl hurt your vanity... she didn't hurt your heart! You have no heart! You've never loved anyone and you never will. [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Crackfic - AU verse created by @futurepurfect on Twitter. A different Sylar, from a very different AU world. Set 16 in the future.

Time in a Bottle

He’d slipped through my fingers so many times over the years. He was like trying to capture a thought or a memory in the blink of an eye. But after finally getting my hands on Matt Parkman, I could do just that. I could read thoughts. I could create a reality in someone’s head so real that they’d live out their lives in there while their bodies died of starvation.

With Molly Parkman’s blood still slick on my fingers, I thought about Hiro Nakamura. I didn’t need a map like Molly did. I could see where the time traveler was as he sipped sake in a Tokyo bar. She’d have been able to do so much more with her ability if she’d tried. So few of them ever tried to learn how to use what they were given. I never made that mistake.

I’d let Hiro go. He was no threat to me. Keeping out of my way over the years, but when he’d taken her from me he’d torn open an old wound. Rubbing my thumb over the scar on my chest, I remembered the pain of his katana slicing through my chest and out my back. It still irked me seventeen years later that he’d managed to survive me flinging him into that building.

Claire Bennet. My Claire. Taken from me once again, but not by my fucking brother, Peter. This time she’d been stolen out of my time by Hiro’s interference. When I thought about her, I saw nothing. She was gone from my reality, and I would have her back. I didn’t spend so many years killing everyone she loved or would come to love just to have her escape to another time and place.

Flying fast enough to leave a sonic boom in my wake, I flashed across the sky to Japan. Hiro was finishing the last sip of sake when I appeared behind him. I grabbed him around the neck with my hands and my power, crushing his wind pipe, the pain would stop him from using his power. Three men in the bar tried to stop me. With a wave of my hand they spontaneously combusted crumbling ash too quickly for them to scream.

Holding Hiro by the collar, I dragged him into a corner while everyone else in the bar ran out screaming. His eyes were watering from the pain and his face was turning red as he tried to breathe. Focusing on his mind, I filled it with images of his past, leaving him in a dream with his mother until he stopped struggling.

“Where’s Claire, Hiro?” His mother asked him in his mind. “We need to find her.”

“Otasa she is in the past.” Little boy Hiro beamed with pride. “I saved her from the bad man. Saved her from Sylar.”

“That’s right,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “Where did you take her, Hiro? Show me where you took her.”

The images opened in his mind. I saw them together, near where her house had once stood in Texas. The wind was blowing her long hair away from her beautiful face. Hiro was wearing his ninja outfit with his katana on his back like the man I had pinned to the floor at my feet.

“I need to fix my mistake. Take me back, Hiro. Please.”

Whatever, I didn’t need to hear the words. Didn’t need to hear her beg him to let her save her family from me when it’s her fault they’re all dead. All she had to do was love me the way I loved her. It would have been simple. But nothing is ever simple with that bitch. They blinked out of time, and suddenly she was standing in the past. I knew where she’d gone.

Hiro was still smiling about his mother when I cut open his head. After all these years, I could finally take that glorious power from him. With it I would find my Claire, and I would make her so very sorry for leaving me.
thewatchmaker: (Power)
Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R - for violence and language
Word Count: 518
Part: 1/4?
Prompt: "Crazy, am I? We'll see whether I'm crazy or not. " - Frankenstein 1931 [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Spoilers for Heroes Season 3 - post I am Become Death.

One Way or Another - Part One

Within three beats of my reconstructed heart, guilt filled me for the deaths I had caused. Within three breaths in my still seared lungs, rage filled me for the death of my son. My flesh was the last to form over the skeleton that knit together molecule after molecule. Within three blinks of my new eyes, I could see the outline of buildings against the nuclear wasteland I’d created. Ash thick as snow covered everything for miles.

There was nothing left of our house. Nothing left of my son. Peter was long gone. The pieces of Knox were nothing but dust on the wind. But Claire wasn’t there. There were no bits of the cheerleader left behind. Not a single dyed strand of hair.

But if I was alive, then so was she. I was going to have to hunt her down. Niece or not it was time for Claire Bennett to finally die. Obviously blood meant nothing to her. Her people had killed my child. She’d been in my house to kill her beloved uncle Peter.

I could feel the need to kill deep in my gut. All my months of fighting the hunger to be someone Noah could be proud of had been for nothing. I was going to strangle her with her own intestines. It brought a smile to my face to think about how long I could keep her alive while I did it. First I was going to have to find her. My contacts with the Company had dried up a long time ago. But there was another way. I needed to find little Molly Walker.

No one in New York paid me any attention. My face wasn’t on billboards or plastered over the television. Being the President’s brother was good for something after all. Besides I’m pretty sure they were blaming this whole event on Peter, and the ones not placing blame were busy getting in line for the serum. Peter said they’d destroy the world.

But I didn’t care. Not anymore. My reason for living was gone. I just needed the world in one piece until after Claire was gone.

I found Molly at a funeral for her stepmother. The portrait of one of Noah’s assassins standing next to Parkman nearly made me lose control again. Two hundred thousand were already dead because of Claire. If I lost it here though, it would be my fault.

Dressed in black, I blended right in with the rest of the mourners. I used my abilities to make Parkman’s baby start crying. While he was busy attending to her, I cut Molly out of the crowd like a wolf among sheep. Binding her with my mind, I levitated us away from the scene. Her eyes were white with terror as we settled on a rooftop far enough away that Matt wouldn’t be able to find either one of us. No one would hear her scream either.

“Hello Molly. I’m sorry about this.” I raised my finger to begin the cutting. “This is Claire Bennett’s fault. But don’t worry. You won’t see her in Heaven.”

Part Two