watchmakersylar: (Boom Animated)
Character: Future Peter
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 650
Rating: PG I think
Boromir: One does not simply walk into Mordor. vol3.week34 for [ profile] scifi_muses
034. A pound of flesh. 58/100 for [ profile] 100_fairytales

This is ground zero.

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watchmakersylar: (Kill w/Brain)
Character: Sylar
Genre: Gen
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 533
Rating: PG
Apeirophobia; Fear of Infinity 7/13 for [ profile] 13_fears
Skipper: You see, once you show the Universe who's boss, things just work out. Vol3.week30 for [ profile] scifi_muses
032. Why it turned winter. 53/100 for [ profile] 100_fairytales
Notes: Set 200 years in the future. Based on this RP on [ profile] heroesreduxrpg. Peter is [ profile] fixthepast, and he's an ass.

Hatred. Seething hatred filled me to my core. I was steeped in disgust and rage, and it was as always Peter Petrelli’s fault. Hundreds of years locked in a technological dungeon, and I wake up where Peter can get in my way. Fuck my life. Fuck my goddamn life!

With a snarl and a wave of my hand I sent a wave of destruction at a crumbling building. The tattered walls filled with broken windows and covered with scrawls of graffiti shattered and scattered like cornflakes caught in a tornado. I smiled as the four story structure was reduced to rubble, and then licked the grit off my teeth.

The sun was pounding down on me. I’d left the city when Peter showed up, and found myself cut off from the world in the never ending wasteland, miles and miles of gray and brown in every direction. The only bright spot was the domed city on the horizon. It’s blue green glow a sharp contrast to the desolation. Peter didn’t live in the city either. He was hiding in the warrens nearby, doing whatever brooding assholes did when they figured the woes of the world were their fault.

They weren’t his anymore than they were mine. After I’d escaped from him I’d taken my time, finding an old library where I could find out what happened while I was kept asleep. It was the specials who did it. Some idiot created a drug that would give powers to anyone with the right amount of money.

They gave it to the military first of course, and the power hungry in the ranks got hungrier eventually destroying the government. Once the US government realized it was in trouble it gave the serum to the rest of the world. It was just like Captain Trips in the Stand. They destroyed everyone, so they didn’t die alone.

It stirred my hunger. There were so many more specials out there now, and I wanted them. I needed them all. Peter didn’t understand. How could he? This is what I was born for. I’m meant to keep their numbers under control. I’m their only predator, and keeping me locked away upset the balance of the world. This is the Company’s fault. They destroyed the world when they trapped me. Fucking idiots.

I still hadn’t found a travel power, but I would soon. The specials in the city were calling to me, begging me to end their suffering, and far be it from me to tell them ‘no’. I climbed into the crappy vehicle that I’d managed to repair and turned toward the horizon. Peter wouldn’t expect me back so soon, and if he did try to stop me, I had some surprises in mind. The weight of the gun slung on my thigh would give me an unexpected advantage. As long as he could block my powers, I’d have to find another way fulfill my destiny.

Unlike Peter I wasn’t afraid of the world they’d created. I wasn’t terrified of the darkness that permeated the harsh light of day. The Boy Scout could cower. I’d conquer. I’d show these losers that Sylar was back, one body at a time.

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watchmakersylar: (Stalking in the dark)
Character: Future Sylar, Future Peter and Future Hiro
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1300+
Rating: R
Prompts: #016 Sleeping Beauty for [ profile] 100_fairytales 42/100
Notes: Written from both Sylar and Peter's POV. Set after the battle in Five Years Gone. Written for [ profile] changehistory who requested the prompt for [ profile] tarnishedhero.

Well you've got your Ice Hell... )

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watchmakersylar: (Kirby Plaza fight)
Character: Future Peter and Sylar
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker writing as [ profile] tarnishedhero
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 984
Rating: R for language and ick
Prompt: Harry Berman: A gun is good.
Judith Browns: You just put the gun to your forehead and pull the trigger.
Gerald Bringsley: If you put it in your mouth, then you'd be sure not to miss.
David: Thank you, you're all so thoughtful. for [ profile] scifi_muses
#87 Imagined penance for imagined sin. for [ profile] 100_fairytales 28/100
Notes: A couple of years after Five Years Gone. Written for [ profile] flying_monkees with much love and affection.

Hopeless circus sideshow

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watchmakersylar: (Peter on the wall again)
Character: Future Sylar/Future Peter
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 709
Rating: NC-17 - blood and smuttiness
Prompts: #028 the Lazy Boy for [ profile] 100_fairytales 22/100
Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere. Climb the mountain just a little bit to test that it's a mountain. From the top of the mountain, you cannot see the mountain.-Paul Muad'dib for [ profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Sylar's a vampire. He and 5YG Peter have been hunting each other all over bombed out New York. This fic is also the beginning of an RP thread on [ profile] masquerademix where Peter is played by [ profile] fixthepast and Sylar is [ profile] ohnombrains. Only half of the fic is posted there before it becomes a role play between the two of us.

Cat and Mouse )

100 Fairytales Table
watchmakersylar: (5YG smirk)
Character: Future Peter and Future Hiro
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker writing as [ profile] tarnishedhero
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 584
Rating: PG
Prompt: Sam Spade: When you're slapped, you'll take it and like it. for [ profile] scifi_muses
043. The ogre injured. for [ profile] 100_fairytales 19/100
Notes: After the Wall 1 and 2 Graphic Novels and before Five Years Gone

Taking up knitting, Hiro?

100 Fairytales Table in [ profile] thewatchmaker's Journal
watchmakersylar: (Company Man)
Character: Sylar, Future Peter
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 666 (yeah I giggled too)
Rating: PG
Prompts: #023 The Devil's Contract for 100_fairytales 18/100
Notes: "Five Years Gone" written for [ profile] flying_monkees.

Let's make a deal, Peter.. )

100 Fairytales Table
watchmakersylar: (Petlar B&W)
Character: Future Peter and Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1303
Rating: R for language and smut
Prompt: Chad Ochocinco: "The Argentine Tango is all about the chest and hips being pushed together.... I think I'm going to like it." for [ profile] scifi_muses
Notes: Set after I am Become Death. This is written from Peter's POV instead of Sylar's. Which is why it's posted in [ profile] mib_peter's LJ.

It was the end of the world...

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watchmakersylar: (Power)
“Brother against brother, it’s almost biblical...” Sylar, Heroes, Five Years Gone

Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 453
Prompt: "Anything you can do, I can do better [ profile] scifi_muses

Brother Against Brother

Around us the buildings crumbled while flesh sizzled and vaporized as we threw blasts of searing energy at each other. One of Peter’s waves of radiation caught me in the side of the face sending me spinning back while my face crackled and burned. He hesitated, the glow leaving his hands as he came towards me to check.

I let the blast carry me back, adding a bit of my own power to make him feel better. Peter might have the magic gift that let him absorb any power he came into contact with, but I had my own advantage. I practiced everything I learned, making it mine to control and master. Peter Petrelli relied on luck and massive amounts of power to win. I relied on the one thing I had that he didn’t – a brain.

My back slammed into the side of the Washington Monument hard enough to crack the edifice. Crashing toward the hard ground below, I let myself fall. It didn’t matter what happened to me now. I had Petrelli right where I wanted him at last. The pain nearly made me blackout, stars marred my vision, as the bones in my legs snapped and burst through my skin.

“What now Sylar!” he screamed at me his dark eyes wild in their grief and madness. Apparently finding out I’d killed his brother had really pissed him off. But his anger was as big of a weakness as his big bleeding heart. He was so distraught about Nathan being dead all these years, that he forgot that I should have been able to fly to land safely.


As he stalked towards me, coming in for the kill, I held my breath not to cry out in pain as my bones started knitting together. Not that his noticing my healing wouldn’t have been extra icing on the cake when he realized it meant that I’d killed Claire. But he was just too angry to see anything anymore.

Peter’s boots crunched the ground beside my face as he reached down to end me. His hands curled into claws as he lifted me to face him. That was when I emptied the 9mm into his chest. He stumbled back, letting me free. I turned to him, fully healed and shot the last bullet into his brain to kill him.

For now.

“Anything you can do, I can do better Peter. I want you to remember that when you wake up from this.” I sank onto the tarmac with his head between my knees while I started slicing into his scalp. “Now let’s see how you work. I’ve been waiting for this for so very, very long.”

Angels Weep

Apr. 4th, 2008 01:54 pm
watchmakersylar: (My name is Sylar)
Character: Sylar, Heidi
Author: [ profile] thewatchmaker
Word Count: 851
Rating: R
Prompt: All six Prompts for April on [ profile] deviant_muses
Notes: After the great battle between Sylar and Peter from Five Years Gone.

The cold was everywhere. My body ached down to the smallest bones in my hands. With a shiver that made my spine crack, and I tried to curl into a ball. My knees slammed into a smooth slick wall. Brushing my fingers against the walls that were much too close for comfort I found the ceiling even closer.

“Jesus Christ!” I swore, banging my forehead on the top of the morgue drawer. My heart beat like thunder in my chest; it felt like my ribs were going to shatter from the pounding. Dead, they thought I was dead.

Calm down Sylar. I twisted on the sliding drawer that was my bed. The slab was warm from the heat of my body. On my hands and knees, I crawled backwards until the toe tag on my foot tapped against the door. I took a deep breath of the chilled air and phased through the heavy door until I landed in a heap on the ugly green tiles of the floor.

I rested there opening my ears to hear if anyone was coming. I could hear the heat beats of lab technicians elsewhere in the building, but there was no one close by. Using my hands I pulled myself up to my feet using the refrigerator doors as a ladder. Tracing my fingers over the label on my drawer, I found the identification number they’d given me. I had no name. They hadn’t even listed me as a John Doe.

Naked. I was naked. Digging through a locker I found a set of scrubs nearly the same green as the floor tiles. Sadly the shoes were too big, so I had to stay barefoot. I found the records with my number on them and looked through the horrific pictures of my blacked and burned body. The sight of all that damage would have made an angel weep if any of them cared about me.

There was no listing of my name, just a brief description of where they’d found me. “The ruins of the Homeland Security Building.” I let out a slow breath. “Oh Peter, what did you do?”


I could see the smoldering fires from miles away as I flew back to the battle site where Peter Petrelli and I had our last fight. The place where he’d solved the great mystery of why the President of the United States, his own brother, was rounding up metahumans into camps and prisons. It was the place where he found out that I’d been wearing his brother’s face for the last five years. They’d made it impossible for me to wear my own by naming me as the terrorist that destroyed New York.

Landing at the fringe of the devastation, I felt tears fill my eyes. All that I’d done trying to make the world a better place had been for nothing. It was all in ruins now. There would be a war between the metas and the humans. Neither side would win in the end.

“It was all for nothing,” I said the bitterness on my tongue taking like bile. “All of it.”

“Maybe not all of it?” Turning I saw a woman’s leg poking out from around a tree that had been unscathed in the fight. “Are you so sure it was all for nothing Gabriel?”

“Who are you?” I asked as I walked toward the woman until I could see her face. It was a face I knew well. Heidi Petrelli looked at me, her bright blue eyes glittering with tears. “Heidi.”

“Oh don’t be shy now. You’ve only been sleeping with me for half a decade Sylar. You manipulated me better than Nathan or his mother ever did.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Don’t be silly Sylar.” She got up, her black skirt falling around her knees. “You treated me better than Nathan ever did. At least when you kissed me you weren’t thinking about someone else. They don’t know that you killed Claire. I saw it on the security tapes. Don’t worry no one else did or ever will.”

She laced her fingers through mine and tugged at my arm. “Come on; let’s get you out of here. I don’t know if Peter survived. But if you did, I’m sure he did too. We need to get you someplace safe.”

I followed along with her, my feet healing quickly from any damage they took on the rough ground. “You’re going to protect me? Why?”

“Because I love you,” Heidi beamed up at me. “It might not be the smartest thing. But helping you is the right thing to do. Now shut up and get in the car.”

The darts hit me from all sides. The tranquilizers were so powerful that even my regeneration couldn’t fight them. I crashed to the ground near the limo like all of my bones had been broken. Heidi looked down at me with hatred in her eyes. The last thing I felt was her warm spit on my face. The last thing I saw was Peter Petrelli holding her shoulders.


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July 2012

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