Title: There's a Rat in the Mouse's House - Main Street - Part One
Characters/Pairings: Sylar, Eden and the Bennets
Rating: R (just in case)
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?”