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Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R - for violence and language
Word Count: 518
Part: 1/4?
Prompt: "Crazy, am I? We'll see whether I'm crazy or not. " - Frankenstein 1931![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Notes: Spoilers for Heroes Season 3 - post I am Become Death.
One Way or Another - Part One
Within three beats of my reconstructed heart, guilt filled me for the deaths I had caused. Within three breaths in my still seared lungs, rage filled me for the death of my son. My flesh was the last to form over the skeleton that knit together molecule after molecule. Within three blinks of my new eyes, I could see the outline of buildings against the nuclear wasteland I’d created. Ash thick as snow covered everything for miles.
There was nothing left of our house. Nothing left of my son. Peter was long gone. The pieces of Knox were nothing but dust on the wind. But Claire wasn’t there. There were no bits of the cheerleader left behind. Not a single dyed strand of hair.
But if I was alive, then so was she. I was going to have to hunt her down. Niece or not it was time for Claire Bennett to finally die. Obviously blood meant nothing to her. Her people had killed my child. She’d been in my house to kill her beloved uncle Peter.
I could feel the need to kill deep in my gut. All my months of fighting the hunger to be someone Noah could be proud of had been for nothing. I was going to strangle her with her own intestines. It brought a smile to my face to think about how long I could keep her alive while I did it. First I was going to have to find her. My contacts with the Company had dried up a long time ago. But there was another way. I needed to find little Molly Walker.
No one in New York paid me any attention. My face wasn’t on billboards or plastered over the television. Being the President’s brother was good for something after all. Besides I’m pretty sure they were blaming this whole event on Peter, and the ones not placing blame were busy getting in line for the serum. Peter said they’d destroy the world.
But I didn’t care. Not anymore. My reason for living was gone. I just needed the world in one piece until after Claire was gone.
I found Molly at a funeral for her stepmother. The portrait of one of Noah’s assassins standing next to Parkman nearly made me lose control again. Two hundred thousand were already dead because of Claire. If I lost it here though, it would be my fault.
Dressed in black, I blended right in with the rest of the mourners. I used my abilities to make Parkman’s baby start crying. While he was busy attending to her, I cut Molly out of the crowd like a wolf among sheep. Binding her with my mind, I levitated us away from the scene. Her eyes were white with terror as we settled on a rooftop far enough away that Matt wouldn’t be able to find either one of us. No one would hear her scream either.
“Hello Molly. I’m sorry about this.” I raised my finger to begin the cutting. “This is Claire Bennett’s fault. But don’t worry. You won’t see her in Heaven.”
Part Two
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R - for violence and language
Word Count: 518
Part: 1/4?
Prompt: "Crazy, am I? We'll see whether I'm crazy or not. " - Frankenstein 1931
scifi_muses Notes: Spoilers for Heroes Season 3 - post I am Become Death.
One Way or Another - Part One
Within three beats of my reconstructed heart, guilt filled me for the deaths I had caused. Within three breaths in my still seared lungs, rage filled me for the death of my son. My flesh was the last to form over the skeleton that knit together molecule after molecule. Within three blinks of my new eyes, I could see the outline of buildings against the nuclear wasteland I’d created. Ash thick as snow covered everything for miles.
There was nothing left of our house. Nothing left of my son. Peter was long gone. The pieces of Knox were nothing but dust on the wind. But Claire wasn’t there. There were no bits of the cheerleader left behind. Not a single dyed strand of hair.
But if I was alive, then so was she. I was going to have to hunt her down. Niece or not it was time for Claire Bennett to finally die. Obviously blood meant nothing to her. Her people had killed my child. She’d been in my house to kill her beloved uncle Peter.
I could feel the need to kill deep in my gut. All my months of fighting the hunger to be someone Noah could be proud of had been for nothing. I was going to strangle her with her own intestines. It brought a smile to my face to think about how long I could keep her alive while I did it. First I was going to have to find her. My contacts with the Company had dried up a long time ago. But there was another way. I needed to find little Molly Walker.
No one in New York paid me any attention. My face wasn’t on billboards or plastered over the television. Being the President’s brother was good for something after all. Besides I’m pretty sure they were blaming this whole event on Peter, and the ones not placing blame were busy getting in line for the serum. Peter said they’d destroy the world.
But I didn’t care. Not anymore. My reason for living was gone. I just needed the world in one piece until after Claire was gone.
I found Molly at a funeral for her stepmother. The portrait of one of Noah’s assassins standing next to Parkman nearly made me lose control again. Two hundred thousand were already dead because of Claire. If I lost it here though, it would be my fault.
Dressed in black, I blended right in with the rest of the mourners. I used my abilities to make Parkman’s baby start crying. While he was busy attending to her, I cut Molly out of the crowd like a wolf among sheep. Binding her with my mind, I levitated us away from the scene. Her eyes were white with terror as we settled on a rooftop far enough away that Matt wouldn’t be able to find either one of us. No one would hear her scream either.
“Hello Molly. I’m sorry about this.” I raised my finger to begin the cutting. “This is Claire Bennett’s fault. But don’t worry. You won’t see her in Heaven.”
Part Two
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Date: 2008-10-14 03:22 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 03:25 am (UTC)From:I know you cut off my comment. But no, I want to know what happens next.
(OC VERY NICE)
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Date: 2008-10-14 03:27 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 03:50 am (UTC)From:I did get that impression. Cut away. (no pain, no gain, remember). It's not like I ever cut myself or jumped off a building or went through a fire, etc.
But either way, you'll be giving me what I want. I don't deny I deserve it.
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Date: 2008-10-14 03:53 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 04:11 am (UTC)From:It's awesome. I can imagine his thoughts being just *like* this. Right down to his 'last reason for living'. I know this will play out painfully.
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Date: 2008-10-14 05:13 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-10-14 05:17 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-10-19 09:47 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2008-10-20 01:42 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-10-20 05:00 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2008-10-20 05:06 am (UTC)From:Sorry, but if I can flail at future!Claire when she blamed Peter for the explosion (...that was what she was blaming him for, right? Memory fail) then I feel I have to be consistent and non-hypocritical in my finger-pointing.
(sincerest apologies. tiredness makes me verbose. >_>)