Sylar - Gabriel Gray

Characters: Sylar, Peter, Claire, the Haitian and Flint
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R for violence
Word Count: 1500+
Prompt: Looks that Kill by Motley Crue for scifi_muses
Notes: What happens after "I Have Become Death" from Sylar's POV. Inspired by dailyheroes for August 20. This was supposed to be a one shot story, but Sylar had other ideas.

Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four

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Characters: Sylar and Peter Petrelli, Matt Parkman, Molly Walker
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG for ick and angst
Word Count: 961
Prompt: 32/100 #80 Why? 100heroesfics
A.J.: What's with you? Yesterday you were normal and today you're like the Chinese guy from the Karate Kid. What's with you today?
Lucas: What's with today today? scifi_muses
Notes: What happens after "I Have Become Death" from Sylar's POV. Inspired by dailyheroes for August 20. This was supposed to be a one shot story, but Sylar had other ideas.

Part One
Part Two

Part Three
Finding Claire was problematic. Peter was walking besides me. I could feel his apprehension. She’d shot him, burned him virtually alive, killed my son, and was responsible for our brother’s death, but he still was reluctant to kill her.

“Get with the program, brother. Claire dies.” I slammed my forearm into his throat, knocking him back into the security gate. It rattled and shook, his body hit hard enough to break the liquor store window behind it. When I let up on him, the gate was twisted and warped from the impact.

“Fuck Gabriel.” He coughed rubbing at his throat until he healed. “Was that necessary?”
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Characters: Sylar and a few corpses
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG for ick and angst
Word Count: 1009
Prompt: 28/100 #52 Fire 100heroesfics
War isn't safe for children and other living things. scifi_muses
Notes: What happens after "I Have Become Death" from Sylar's POV. Inspired by dailyheroes for August 20.

I am Death

The soft tissue came first, not the bones as most people would expect. When the skin was nearly whole and featureless the nerves began firing as the muscle started to knit back together from the ashes of Costa Verde. Last came the bones, but by then I was screaming from the pain when I had no mouth to make a sound. My screams echoed in my soul, screams for my son, my child, my hope for a future…taken from me by Claire. Where my humanity had been there was nothing but darkness. Where the love for my son had been there was nothing but hatred. Where there was life there was nothing but death.

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