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Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 764
Rating: R lots of blood and violence
Prompt: Louis: Her blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestat's words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard her heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be. Vol2.Week46 for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Notes:rp_shadesofgray verse where Sylar has been more or less on the wagon for a very long time.
I walked for blocks, trying to clear my head, but it was too late for that. I was walking on the thin line between light and dark, and I knew exactly where I was about to step. The voices were screaming in my head, the hunger twisting in my guts until my ears were ringing and my stomach hurt. I’d been sick to my stomach twice since I’d headed out into the fresh air. Nothing was going to help but blood, mayhem and murder.
My conscience was a fleeting thing. Like a moth that saw a brighter flame a mile away. My light was going out. There was nothing left in me to keep its attention. It didn’t want to get close to the monster that was reemerging. It was rightfully afraid of being eaten along with anyone who got in my way.
I could feel the pull of a special nearby. I was out of practice hunting, but I never forgot the touch and taste of one of them. Whatever their ability was it didn’t matter. I had more than I could ever use. Hell beyond a few favorites most of them were locked away like prize collectible baseball cards only brought out for showing off to the other boys to prove to them that I was cooler than they were.
There in was a big part of the problem. I wasn’t cooler than they were, not anymore. For all I knew the fake Peter and the Sylar from the future were stronger than I was. I could taste their power, and while we seemed on equal footing that didn’t mean I wanted to stay that way. I was the first Sylar here, and I’d be damned if some interloper was taking my place. The last fucker who tried just pushed all my buttons.
The sun was going down when I found myself between the lions of the main library. The siren call was coming from somewhere inside. I took the steps two at a time, and went invisible and intangible as I went through the turnstile.
I passed through silently, using my telekinesis to keep my feet from making a sound, threading my way through the maze of shelves and reading tables. I found him in a few corner. He had his iPod on much too loud, even without Dale’s super hearing, I could hear what he was listening to. He had horrible taste in music.
Using Rachel’s empathy I made the people sitting near him want to leave. I watched as they gathered up their belongings and scurried for the next floor or exit. I came up behind him, looping my hand around his chin and yanked his head hard. His earbuds popped out of his ears to hang down his chest from their long white cord.
“A little more pressure, and I’ll snap your neck,” I growled in his ear. “What can you do that’s special? Tell me.”
He was already terrified that I’d threatened to kill him, but the fear spiked when I told him to tell me what he could do. Tell me, and I might let you live. As if.
“I can breathe under water,” he choked out, as he hooked his fingers into my arm to make me let go.
“Nice. I don’t have that one, but I will now.” I lifted him out of the chair using telekinesis and Nikki’s strength, pinning him flat on his back in a matter of seconds. He hit hard, knocking the wind out of him, and I licked my lips as I started the cut.
Blood. Rich, hot, red, coppery blood sprayed from the cut, hitting me in the face and speckling the shelves. My breath came in ragged gasps as I wiped my finger through the torrents and licked my finger clean. A flick of my wrist and the top of his head came free, and I could finally take what was mine. His brain was so warm, and I could feel the faltering beat of his heart as I sought the center of his power. When I found it, it was like a jolt of electricity up my arm, numbing my fingers as I studied it and reconfigured my brain to copy the power.
I stood up, careful not to step in the spreading puddle. I flicked my fingers clean and wiped the rest off on the front of his t-shirt. I could hear people coming, and pressed my tongue to the smear of blood on his forehead one more time before porting away to safety and home.
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 764
Rating: R lots of blood and violence
Prompt: Louis: Her blood coursed through my veins sweeter than life itself. And as it did, Lestat's words made sense to me. I knew peace only when I killed and when I heard her heart in that terrible rhythm, I knew again what peace could be. Vol2.Week46 for
scifi_musesNotes:
rp_shadesofgray verse where Sylar has been more or less on the wagon for a very long time. I walked for blocks, trying to clear my head, but it was too late for that. I was walking on the thin line between light and dark, and I knew exactly where I was about to step. The voices were screaming in my head, the hunger twisting in my guts until my ears were ringing and my stomach hurt. I’d been sick to my stomach twice since I’d headed out into the fresh air. Nothing was going to help but blood, mayhem and murder.
My conscience was a fleeting thing. Like a moth that saw a brighter flame a mile away. My light was going out. There was nothing left in me to keep its attention. It didn’t want to get close to the monster that was reemerging. It was rightfully afraid of being eaten along with anyone who got in my way.
I could feel the pull of a special nearby. I was out of practice hunting, but I never forgot the touch and taste of one of them. Whatever their ability was it didn’t matter. I had more than I could ever use. Hell beyond a few favorites most of them were locked away like prize collectible baseball cards only brought out for showing off to the other boys to prove to them that I was cooler than they were.
There in was a big part of the problem. I wasn’t cooler than they were, not anymore. For all I knew the fake Peter and the Sylar from the future were stronger than I was. I could taste their power, and while we seemed on equal footing that didn’t mean I wanted to stay that way. I was the first Sylar here, and I’d be damned if some interloper was taking my place. The last fucker who tried just pushed all my buttons.
The sun was going down when I found myself between the lions of the main library. The siren call was coming from somewhere inside. I took the steps two at a time, and went invisible and intangible as I went through the turnstile.
I passed through silently, using my telekinesis to keep my feet from making a sound, threading my way through the maze of shelves and reading tables. I found him in a few corner. He had his iPod on much too loud, even without Dale’s super hearing, I could hear what he was listening to. He had horrible taste in music.
Using Rachel’s empathy I made the people sitting near him want to leave. I watched as they gathered up their belongings and scurried for the next floor or exit. I came up behind him, looping my hand around his chin and yanked his head hard. His earbuds popped out of his ears to hang down his chest from their long white cord.
“A little more pressure, and I’ll snap your neck,” I growled in his ear. “What can you do that’s special? Tell me.”
He was already terrified that I’d threatened to kill him, but the fear spiked when I told him to tell me what he could do. Tell me, and I might let you live. As if.
“I can breathe under water,” he choked out, as he hooked his fingers into my arm to make me let go.
“Nice. I don’t have that one, but I will now.” I lifted him out of the chair using telekinesis and Nikki’s strength, pinning him flat on his back in a matter of seconds. He hit hard, knocking the wind out of him, and I licked my lips as I started the cut.
Blood. Rich, hot, red, coppery blood sprayed from the cut, hitting me in the face and speckling the shelves. My breath came in ragged gasps as I wiped my finger through the torrents and licked my finger clean. A flick of my wrist and the top of his head came free, and I could finally take what was mine. His brain was so warm, and I could feel the faltering beat of his heart as I sought the center of his power. When I found it, it was like a jolt of electricity up my arm, numbing my fingers as I studied it and reconfigured my brain to copy the power.
I stood up, careful not to step in the spreading puddle. I flicked my fingers clean and wiped the rest off on the front of his t-shirt. I could hear people coming, and pressed my tongue to the smear of blood on his forehead one more time before porting away to safety and home.
