watchmakersylar: (Gabriel w/tie)
Character: Sylar/ Eden
Fandom: Heroes AU
Word count: 1012
Rating: NC 17 - minor smut, major murder
Notes: Verse - twisted paths: In which Gabriel Gray doesn't become a watchmaker. Inspired by Pathology.
Prompt: There! You see how benevolent I can be when everybody just does what I tell them to do? – President Josiah Bartlett in Crackpots and These Women. [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses

My son the doctor... )
watchmakersylar: (My name is Sylar)
Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: G
Word Count: 308
Prompt: 25/100 #20 Colorless [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] scifi_muses
Notes: This was the start of a role play with [livejournal.com profile] 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.”
watchmakersylar: (Sneer)
Title: Every Breath You Take
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Rating: R
Wordcount: 320
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: 16 - Love [livejournal.com profile] heroes50 6/50

I’ve lost my mind. What was I thinking? I leaned against the wall in the back of the bar. My fingers were shaking, and I could feel the threat of tears that wanted to fall. What the fuck was wrong with me? I am Sylar. I’m not weak. I’m not a pitiful puppy that’s been kicked into the gutter so many times that I’d beg for attention.
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watchmakersylar: (Gabriel)
Title: Hickory, Dickory, Dock
Author: [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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.”
watchmakersylar: (Sylar/Eden)
Title: You Make Me Weak
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Rating: R
Wordcount: 153
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: 2 - Need [livejournal.com profile] heroes50 5/50

Need )
watchmakersylar: (Prophecy)
Title: Snow White, and Blood Red
Author: [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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.”
watchmakersylar: (Grief or Guilt)
Title: Thanks Cinderella
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 198
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: 12 - Father - Writer's Choice [livejournal.com profile] heroes50 3/50
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.

"I killed my stepmother. She kept me like a slave. I had to cook and clean, and she never let me leave the house." Eden snuggled against me as if trying to warm her soul. "She ran my father off, and then abused me for it. I didn't mean to kill her, but I did."

"So we're just a couple of characters from old fairy tales then?" I let myself relax as Eden settled against me. She fit against my side like she was made to be there. It was nice to feel the warmth of her through my clothes. "You were Cinderella, and I was...hell I don't know. Who had a crazy over protective mother and a dead father? Shit does that make me Rapunzel?"

I ran my fingers over my nearly shaved scalp. "I don't think anyone's climbing up my hair to set me free. But then that's what you did isn't it? You set me free from the tower."

"I think that makes you the hero in both stories." Turning a bit to the side, so I could get more comfortable with Eden. I let my lips brush her forehead. "Thanks for rescuing me, Cinderella."
watchmakersylar: (Default)
Title: Beauty and the Geek
Author: [livejournal.com profile] 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 [livejournal.com profile] 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.
watchmakersylar: (Perfect)
Title: Mask
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 144
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: 42 - Mask [livejournal.com profile] heroes50 1/50
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.

I watched the driver as his eyes flickered over Eden's body while she slithered into the bunk at the back of the cab. I didn't like the hungry look in them at all. Funny how I had become protective of someone I'd barely met and had been so willing to do brain surgery on.

It'd been a long time since I'd worried about anyone but myself. I'd spent so much of my life seeking approval and trying to be special to make my mother happy. Was I doing that with Eden now? Did I need her praise?

"So where you two headin'?" the driver drawled with his Texas twang.

"We're happy to go wherever you are." I said matching his accent. "My girl and I are on my way to New York City. Hear it's one hell of a place. You ever been there?"
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Title: There's a Rat in the Mouse's House -The Jungle Cruise - Part two
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Dedicated to: [livejournal.com profile] 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.
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Title: There's a Rat in the Mouse's House - Main Street - Part One
Author: [livejournal.com profile] thewatchmaker
Characters/Pairings: Sylar, Eden and the Bennets
Rating: R (just in case)
Scene: 1/?
Word Count: 888
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 One

I’d been watching the house for weeks. I learned their schedules, their comings and goings. I followed them to work and school and anyplace else that I could. It hadn’t been easy to find them. I’d had to kill quite a few people until I found someone who could tell me the truth of where Claire was. It’d taken months. But now I had her right where I wanted her. Not even her little boyfriend who could fly could save her now. I was done waiting.

“Today’s the day,” I said leaning against the door frame of our bedroom patio. The small balcony gave us a clear view of the Butler’s nay Bennet’s home. “I can’t wait anymore.”

“You’ve been having fun waiting,” she said from the middle of the fluffy down comforter. Eden’s hair had grown out, and she was lying on her stomach with her bare feet in the air. She’d had her toenails painted sapphire blue. It was very pretty. “We could have had them sooner if you’d wanted. I’d have just told Bennet to kill his wife and kid, and then you would have had Claire all to yourself.”

“True,” I had to agree with her. But I was lucky. Eden understood that the hunt was almost as much fun as taking down the prey. “But today’s Lyle’s birthday, and thanks to you my little minx they are going to Disneyland.”

Eden rolled over onto her back; she was wearing a pair of black boy short panties and a tank top to match. “What can I say? They found me irresistible. Just like you do.”

“You’re getting cocky,” I said as I strolled over to the bed. I stretched out besides her and ran one finger over her collar bone. “But you are my partner. We need to get dressed.”

“Yeah, I know.” She was so cute when she pouted. “Because Disneyland opens too damned early in the morning, but we’re going to have some fun too, right?”

“Of course, I’m going to buy you mouse ears with your name on them.” I chuckled and pulled on the end of her nose before giving her a gentle kiss.

“Only if you get a pair too.”

“Eden, I’ll do anything for you except for that. Hell, I’d let Claire keep her power before I wear Mickey Mouse ears.” I swatted her on the rump as I climbed back off of the bed. “But maybe a Stitch hat? I like Stitch. He’s evil.”

***
Neither Eden nor I had to worry about being seen at “the happiest place on earth” by the Bennets. They were too busy being the happy yum-yum family, all blonde and well groomed although I think Mrs. Bennet looked very unhappy not to have her little leg humping dog with her. But with half a million people going into the park daily we just blended in with the rest of the crowd.

Eden had never been to Disneyland, and her eyes were just huge as we stepped through the stone archway that led to the Main Street Entrance to the park. Being a kid from Queens I’d been to Disneyworld quite a few times, so the west coast original looked a little bit small in comparison. But smaller would make the hunting better. I still wasn’t sure where I wanted to do Claire. There were so many possibilities.

“Here you leave today, and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow and fantasy.” Eden slipped her arm through mine after she read the plaque that hung over the gateway. “I think I like the sound of that. You’re going to let me help right?”

“Of course, right after we get you the mouse ears and all the cotton candy you can eat. But you have to promise not to puke on my shoes.”

“Jerk,” she said as she bumped her hip against me.

“But that’s why you like me so much.” I tugged on her hand and brought her to the Mad Hatter’s Shop where I bought her, her mouse eared hat. Her name spelled out proudly on the black felt in gold thread. “There,” I said as I popped it on her head.

“Come on get one too. You know you want to. You want a hat that says Sylar on it.”

“Yeah I kind of do,” I said as I brushed my lips over hers. “It’ll be my reward for bagging the prey. So where do you think I should do it? Sleeping Beauty’s Castle, the Indiana Jones Adventure, the Haunted Mansion?”

“You know Sylar,” she said with a sad smile. “Most people would be talking about what ride they want to go on first, not which ride they want to commit murder on.”

“Well after a few hours in the lines for Pirates of the Caribbean, and I’m sure plenty of them will be thinking about murder.” I stopped at the first candy vendor we saw parked along side the end of Main Street. The entire areas smelled like the waffle cones they were making at the Ice Cream shop. “Cotton Candy please.”

“Dad? Where do you want to start first?” I shivered as I heard Claire’s voice coming from very close by. Thank you for your ears Dale. Thank you so very much.

“I don’t know Princess, how about the castle?”

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