Sylar - Gabriel Gray

Characters: Sylar at Comic Con
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Word Count: 795
Prompt: 17/100 #13 Yellow 100heroesficsThe Magical Mystery Tour Is dying to take you away. scifi_muses
Notes: Mocking Comic Con - been there many times

Something Special on the Sales Floor
It seemed like the perfect place to hunt the strange and unnatural. Hundreds of fanboys and girls, some dressed up in costume, others wearing vintage t-shirts from long forgotten SCIFI shows. I used to be one of them. I’d have been waiting in line too for Ray Bradbury to sign my copy of the Something Wicked This Way Comes or to see some panel on Star Trek. All of these geeks worshipping comic book heroes and villains in their spandex glory while I stalked through them with more power in my little finger than their idols combined.

Comic Con was a churning mass of chaos. I waited in line to buy a cardboard basket of cardboard and aluminum foil flavored nachos. The cheese sauce had a greasy sheen that made the jalapenos look like eyes. But I was hungry, and finger food is always fun especially when you reached for some collectable treasure. The aghast look on the vendor’s faces made it all worth it.

I ducked out of the way as a Stormtrooper armor wearing Elvis impersonator came stomping through. He knocked some kid out of his way, sending him sprawling. Jackass. So with a smirk, I used my telekinesis to knock Elvis flat on his face into a table covered with mountains of comic book boxes. Nothing overt, it looked very natural. He looked even better with his enamel covered ass in the air and a copy of Scooby Doo plastered to his ugly black wig.

Then I saw him. Wiry guy wearing a suit and Converse, one of at least a dozen Doctor Tens I’d seen since I came into the convention center. This one was different though. He had a power. I could taste it on him. See the way his brain wasn’t quite like everyone else’s.

“Wow,” I said, holding up my camera. “Can I get a picture of you? I’m a big fan, and you’re the best Doctor I’ve seen all day?”

“Well of course I am,” he replied in one of the worst English accents I’ve ever heard. I hate people who can’t mimic accents, but think that they can.

“Not here though,” I said. “There’s a big Dalek up on the second floor at the back of room 20. You know the big hall where they show the good stuff?”

“Ah right.” He beamed at me. Loving the attention. “You want to go all the way up there?”

“Please?” I put on the puppy dog eyes. “I’m a huge Doctor Who fan. All that time travel goodness just makes me shiver.”

“Oh all right then. Let’s go.” He was smiling all the way up the escalator and through the concourse.

“I think it was right over here. I saw it when I was in line for the Heroes’ panel,” I said, clamping my hand on his shoulder and taking him to the back side of the hall where few people were.

Once we turned the corner, I shoved with through the door into a small meeting room where by a miracle there was no panel on how to draw believable breasts and chain mail on your slave girl characters. With my power I slammed him into the far wall, and pinned him face first against it. He was sputtering, too shocked to do a thing.

“So what can you do?” I pondered as I strolled through the room, leaving my nachos on a plastic chair. “Can you bend space and time? I’ve always wanted that one.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. How are you doing this? Let me go!” Tears made his voice crack.

I raised my hand drawing back his head and smashing his face into the wall again. “Tell me what your special power is, and I’ll stop hurting you.”

“Plants. I can make plants grow.”

“Really?” I grinned. “That’s a new one. Wonder what I can do with that?” I flipped my hand, and his body flipped over his back against the wall. He couldn’t even squirm I was holding him so tightly with my mind. Didn’t stop him from pissing himself though if the dark stain on his pants meant anything.

Holding him there, I began the cut smiling as I tasted his terror and the blood splattered on the white wall. I let him slide down when his brain was exposed, and licked my fingers before digging them inside. “Let’s see where you hide your toy surprise, Doctor.”

I left him on display in the middle of the room. I wondered how long it would take until someone figured out he was a real body and not a gag. Grabbing my nachos I headed back to the sales floor to see what else I might be able to pick up.