Carny Queen - RP - fortunatetattoo

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Angela’s gone. I’m covered in her blood. It’s in my hair, my eyes and my mouth. Under my nails may never come clean. I may even have some of it in my ears. It was worth it though. That’s one down, and one to go. I won’t go back on my deal with Parkman. His family gets to live, but the Bennets and the Petrellis will be decimated, including precious Peter and darling Claire.

The clothes I came here in our ruined, so I have to dig through the closets and drawers of Angela’s house. In one drawer I find the one thing I wanted the most. My watch. When it’s hooked around my wrist, the rest of my missing memories flood into place.

It takes me a good hour in the shower to get all the blood off of me. For the first time since the Hall of Mirrors, I don’t flinch when I see my reflection. I am me again. The real me, not Gabriel, not Nathan, I am Sylar at last.

I’m not ready to go hunting though not yet. First I need a few more powers. Time travel for one, I have always wanted that, and while Hiro Nakamura’s hard to find, the old man at Sullivan Bros. isn’t. Arnold is first on my Blue Plate Special, and I can’t wait to rip his skull open.

Then there’s Samuel. He thinks he owns me. Broken Gabriel fell for his shit, but I never did. I never would. Being subtle is the key; of course, the best way to take power away from Samuel is to get the Queen and the Knight on my side. Lydia likes me. I could taste it on her, and I’m sure she’s wondering where I’ve gone off to. I can take their powers without killing, but I’ll make it the Sullivan Bros. Buffet if I have to.

(Based on Twitter RP, season4heroesrp and some canon.)

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The Carnival has been quiet and frankly boring. Samuel has been posturing, more so than usual, bringing more specials in. He's so arrogant that Gabriel's disappearance hasn't really even registered as a blip on his egomaniacal radar.

Edgar has left, i sent him to take care of Amanda. It's quite impressive, the control I wield over him, barely a flick of my wrist and he's off running. I trust him to take care of my daughter. I don't want her here, she's a child and innocent. There is no place for her in my world. Maybe once upon a time, but that fairy tale is well over.

I wander through the carnival, flashing a fake smile to all those that I pass in my wake. I've just finished a rather tiresome conversation with King Samuel, our Sire wanted his ounce of flesh from me to locate his newest prey. He wasn't pleased with the results. I do not know what his plan is but I know that he is up to no good. If he wasn't so stuck on himself he would see the disgust in my eyes with every glance his way. He thinks I'm stupid. He is wrong. I've been biding my time.

Edgar is gone now leaving me alone, I must adapt, come up with a new plan. I enter my trailer, not bother to turn on the light. I'm not in the mood today. I want the flickering of the candlelight, the aroma from the wax to clear my mind. I start a pot of tea before moving to undress. My bed is calling my name.

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My hand falls away from him as a bolt of white hot pain shoots from my shoulder. "Fuck!" I scream, unable to hold back. I'm angry now, my nails digging into the wall leaving crescent shaped marks as a permanent reminder.

I can feel my pulse beating through my wound as the blood pumps out. I want to kill him and fuck him both, though I can't decide which would be more satisfying at the moment.

A shudder runs through me, straight down my spine as the delicious sensations that he's arousing from me dance across my nerves. My head dips forward, braced against the wall as involuntary moans escape my mouth.

Just as quickly as he started, just when I'm almost certain I'm going to come. He takes it all away. Leaving me breathless and on shaky legs.

I spin on him, anger flaring in my eyes. I'm no match for him physically, I'm not blind to that fact but that smirk on his face needs to be wiped right off. My hands plant firmly on his naked chest, twisting in the hair near his nipples and tugging hard. The hiss he let's out fills me with pride.

He's going to break me in two, I can feel it. It's the same thing I want to do to him. Instead I push him back with all the strength I have. He stumbles backwards, the backside of his legs hitting the bed.

I run my fingers along a scarf that is draped across the back of a chair. My eyes meet his, staring deeply, the desire to take that scrap of silk and use it on him is so tempting it practically hurts. Whether it's to wrap it around his throat or wrists, I can't really tell. Not that I'd have a shot, he's too powerful to get to that point.

I pull the scarf from it's spot, draping one side across my shoulder and wrapping the other loosely around my neck. I step to him, so close I can feel the rise and fall of his breath. "If you expect me to beg, you're out of luck."