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A Different Shade of Gray - 7/10 Sylar/OC and Micah
Characters: Sylar/OC and Micah
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1703
Part: 7/10
Prompt: Black Lodge by Anthrax for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: Death, brain scooping...you get the idea.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six - NOT WORK SAFE
We had a couple of nice days. Nice was not having anyone shooting at us. We’d swapped out cars a couple times along the way, and now we were walking through the French Quarter. Sylar had his arm around my waist. There were so many people choking the streets that it was making me jumpy, like a cat on too much nip. Most of them were too absorbed in finding their next moment’s debauchery, so no extra feelings clung to me.
“I’m feeling a little bit drunk,” I said as I tucked my face against his side. “And it’s not fair since I haven’t had drink.”
“I need to teach you better control.” His grip tightened as a foursome of college frat boys nearly plowed into us. At the last moment they veered away as if there was a wall around us.
“And you need to stop showing off.” I didn’t mind though not really. “And I’m willing to try anything. All I’ve ever done before was stay away from people as much as I could. It was probably the wrong thing to do.”
“You can’t learn about control by avoiding the temptation or the trigger.”
“Does it get boring?” I teased as we turned a corner and found ourselves on a much emptier street. “Being right all the time.”
“Not really. I kind of like it.”
“Jerk.”
“Whiner.”
“Know it all.”
“Cry baby.”
“Asshole.”
“There, see, you can be right too.” He tugged on the end of my nose, and then pulled out the crumpled map we’d made to find out next target. I leaned against the wall of a voodoo shop while he got his bearings. “We’re almost there.”
We had a plan, my brother and I. His name was on Elle’s phone. A kid named Micah Sanders. He was supposed to be able to control machines with his mind, talk to computers of any kind. He had skills we needed if we were going to survive with the Hunters after us.
Right now tucked into that narrow alley was the first time I didn’t feel like we were being watched, but we knew it was only a matter of time before they found us again. It’s why we weren’t staying at a hotel. We’d broken into a house that had seen better days a few hurricanes before Katrina. It was full of mud, mold and things that made my skin crawl, but it wasn’t under the Hunters’ watchful eyes.
“We’ve got a few blocks to go that way, and then we’ll be just a street away from where he goes to school.”
“What if they got to him first?” I had to ask it. If he was on Elle’s phone, he had to be on the Fed’s radar.
“Then we’ll have to come up with another plan.” Sylar didn’t sound like he liked that idea anymore than I did.
“Hope not.” He pressed his hand at the base of my spine as we walked. It was a lover’s touch not a brother’s. We got a strange look once in a great while if someone noticed how much we looked alike. But there are plenty of people with dark hair and dark eyes together out there. Hell in California you can marry your first cousin.
The school was old. You could see where the flood waters had stained the bricks. The yard was packed to overflowing with kids. Finding Micah was going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack. We split up; each of us taking a street that would lead to Micah’s home. I crossed my fingers we found him before he got home. I didn’t want to have to kill his family too. Just one murder for the day would be enough.
It was easier to spot the kid than I thought it would be. Sylar glanced over at me, and then he took off to trail Micah. He was carrying a heavy backpack and heading towards his great aunt’s house. I ran the other way, doing my best to get ahead of the kid. Once I learned how to take abilities, I was going to have to find a runner. I was out of breath with a stitch in my side when I came around two blocks down.
Glossy black curls framed Micah’s face, but he was still too far away for me to get a good look at him. At least he was coming towards me. He was trapped between us now. I couldn’t feel any fear or panic. He hadn’t noticed Sylar coming up behind him yet. Once he did things were really going to get interesting. I strolled towards the kid, walking slowly until the stitch in my side eased up.
Rachel. I felt my name and a surge of triumph. Micah was on the run. He’d looked over his shoulder and saw his own personal boogie man. His fear came at me in a wave. This time when I wrapped it around me it sent a shiver down my spine. It was delicious.
I slipped behind the cab of a moving van. I could hear Micah’s feet pounding the pavement, getting closer and closer. When the fear reached its peak, I darted out in front of him and slammed my elbow into his face. The kid hit the sidewalk like a sack of wet cement.
”Oops.” I shrugged as Sylar came sauntering up. He bent down and scooped Micah over his shoulder. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock him out. I just wanted to slow him down.”
“It’s okay.” He grinned at me as he used his power to roll up the door of the truck. Inside were rolls of carpet, and the walls were lined with cardboard boxes. With another flick of his fingers he moved boxes out of the way until we had space on the floor. “He’ll wake up, and then we go to work.”
I rolled the door down about half way, and kept an eye out to make sure we didn’t get caught in the act. Sylar propped Micah up against a box marked kitchen. “At least he’s not afraid anymore.”
“Can you keep him that way? It just works better if they’re awake.”
“Yes, I can feed him good emotions. He won’t even scream when you start to cut.” I hopped up onto one of the boxes to watch. “I can’t do anything to wake him up through. Sorry.”
Micah sat up as he came too. His eyes nearly popping out of his head. “Sylar,” he said with his voice cracking.
I took his fear, and fed him back the joy and curiosity that Sylar was feeling. Micah’s face relaxed and a smile spread over his face. “There, now that’s better isn’t it?” I asked. “You’re one happy little boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” He was positively beaming. I was too.
I was enraptured as my brother began cutting open Micah’s skull. Micah didn’t flinch or cry out as the blood started to run down his face and into his eyes. Sylar moved forward as he pried off the cap of his skull, and began rooting about in the boy’s brain. I felt Micah’s death. It was quiet. None of the terror that had nearly paralyzed me when we’d killed the Invisible Man. Now all that was left was Sylar’s happiness as he figured out how he’d been special.
Sylar’s gaze was internal now, while he worked to adapt his brain to the new gift he’d stolen. Jealousy flared in me for a brief moment. I wanted to be able to do that so badly. To be able to take a useful gift to balance out the annoying one I’d been born with. For a moment I hated him for it.
Then his eyes locked with mine. “I told you, you could do it.”
“It helps that you’re loud.” I tossed him a tattered towel that had been wrapped around a table lamp to dry off his hands. “And a mess.”
“It’ll be okay now. I can get us a room in a nice hotel. We can register as anyone we want, and I’ll be able to block any security cameras from giving us away.”
It was the biggest bathtub I’d ever been in. Black marble with gold fixtures, enough bubbles to cover Manhattan. I sank back down into the blissfully hot water until the back of my hair got wet.
“If you keep that up, you’re going to have to learn how to breathe water.” Sylar smiled at me as he dressed in a pair of clean black slacks. He’d let himself into a room or three while I bathed and stolen clothes for us. It was going to be so nice not to pull on my jeans again. Burning them would have been an option if they weren’t dirty enough to run off on their own to hide.
“Oh that would be so cool. Is there someone like that on the list?” I scooted across the tub and leaned over the side on my elbows. “Of course until I learn to do it, it’s not going to do me any good, but still that would be so cool.”
“You’ll learn.” He stalked over to me, crouching down to stroke the side of my face. “When I look at you, I can see your potential. It’s in there. We just need to find the right trigger.”
“I think once I can control the empathy I’ll be able to try again. You’re right. I’m too scattered trying to wall myself off and then switching on.” I leaned my face into his touch, then kissed the palm of his hand. “I’m learning though.”
“You are. It won’t be long. Now get the hell out of the water. I’m hungry, and tonight we are not eating greasy pizza or fast food. I’m taking you to dinner.”
“Are you sure it’s safe out there?” I hated doubting him. But we were walking targets. I climbed out of the sunken tub and wrapped an enormous towel around me. He’d stolen me a very pretty dress to wear. “I’d hate to have to avoid the SWAT team from hell in that dress.”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1703
Part: 7/10
Prompt: Black Lodge by Anthrax for
scifi_musesNotes: Death, brain scooping...you get the idea.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Part Four
Part Five
Part Six - NOT WORK SAFE
We had a couple of nice days. Nice was not having anyone shooting at us. We’d swapped out cars a couple times along the way, and now we were walking through the French Quarter. Sylar had his arm around my waist. There were so many people choking the streets that it was making me jumpy, like a cat on too much nip. Most of them were too absorbed in finding their next moment’s debauchery, so no extra feelings clung to me.
“I’m feeling a little bit drunk,” I said as I tucked my face against his side. “And it’s not fair since I haven’t had drink.”
“I need to teach you better control.” His grip tightened as a foursome of college frat boys nearly plowed into us. At the last moment they veered away as if there was a wall around us.
“And you need to stop showing off.” I didn’t mind though not really. “And I’m willing to try anything. All I’ve ever done before was stay away from people as much as I could. It was probably the wrong thing to do.”
“You can’t learn about control by avoiding the temptation or the trigger.”
“Does it get boring?” I teased as we turned a corner and found ourselves on a much emptier street. “Being right all the time.”
“Not really. I kind of like it.”
“Jerk.”
“Whiner.”
“Know it all.”
“Cry baby.”
“Asshole.”
“There, see, you can be right too.” He tugged on the end of my nose, and then pulled out the crumpled map we’d made to find out next target. I leaned against the wall of a voodoo shop while he got his bearings. “We’re almost there.”
We had a plan, my brother and I. His name was on Elle’s phone. A kid named Micah Sanders. He was supposed to be able to control machines with his mind, talk to computers of any kind. He had skills we needed if we were going to survive with the Hunters after us.
Right now tucked into that narrow alley was the first time I didn’t feel like we were being watched, but we knew it was only a matter of time before they found us again. It’s why we weren’t staying at a hotel. We’d broken into a house that had seen better days a few hurricanes before Katrina. It was full of mud, mold and things that made my skin crawl, but it wasn’t under the Hunters’ watchful eyes.
“We’ve got a few blocks to go that way, and then we’ll be just a street away from where he goes to school.”
“What if they got to him first?” I had to ask it. If he was on Elle’s phone, he had to be on the Fed’s radar.
“Then we’ll have to come up with another plan.” Sylar didn’t sound like he liked that idea anymore than I did.
“Hope not.” He pressed his hand at the base of my spine as we walked. It was a lover’s touch not a brother’s. We got a strange look once in a great while if someone noticed how much we looked alike. But there are plenty of people with dark hair and dark eyes together out there. Hell in California you can marry your first cousin.
The school was old. You could see where the flood waters had stained the bricks. The yard was packed to overflowing with kids. Finding Micah was going to be like looking for a needle in a haystack. We split up; each of us taking a street that would lead to Micah’s home. I crossed my fingers we found him before he got home. I didn’t want to have to kill his family too. Just one murder for the day would be enough.
It was easier to spot the kid than I thought it would be. Sylar glanced over at me, and then he took off to trail Micah. He was carrying a heavy backpack and heading towards his great aunt’s house. I ran the other way, doing my best to get ahead of the kid. Once I learned how to take abilities, I was going to have to find a runner. I was out of breath with a stitch in my side when I came around two blocks down.
Glossy black curls framed Micah’s face, but he was still too far away for me to get a good look at him. At least he was coming towards me. He was trapped between us now. I couldn’t feel any fear or panic. He hadn’t noticed Sylar coming up behind him yet. Once he did things were really going to get interesting. I strolled towards the kid, walking slowly until the stitch in my side eased up.
Rachel. I felt my name and a surge of triumph. Micah was on the run. He’d looked over his shoulder and saw his own personal boogie man. His fear came at me in a wave. This time when I wrapped it around me it sent a shiver down my spine. It was delicious.
I slipped behind the cab of a moving van. I could hear Micah’s feet pounding the pavement, getting closer and closer. When the fear reached its peak, I darted out in front of him and slammed my elbow into his face. The kid hit the sidewalk like a sack of wet cement.
”Oops.” I shrugged as Sylar came sauntering up. He bent down and scooped Micah over his shoulder. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to knock him out. I just wanted to slow him down.”
“It’s okay.” He grinned at me as he used his power to roll up the door of the truck. Inside were rolls of carpet, and the walls were lined with cardboard boxes. With another flick of his fingers he moved boxes out of the way until we had space on the floor. “He’ll wake up, and then we go to work.”
I rolled the door down about half way, and kept an eye out to make sure we didn’t get caught in the act. Sylar propped Micah up against a box marked kitchen. “At least he’s not afraid anymore.”
“Can you keep him that way? It just works better if they’re awake.”
“Yes, I can feed him good emotions. He won’t even scream when you start to cut.” I hopped up onto one of the boxes to watch. “I can’t do anything to wake him up through. Sorry.”
Micah sat up as he came too. His eyes nearly popping out of his head. “Sylar,” he said with his voice cracking.
I took his fear, and fed him back the joy and curiosity that Sylar was feeling. Micah’s face relaxed and a smile spread over his face. “There, now that’s better isn’t it?” I asked. “You’re one happy little boy, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” He was positively beaming. I was too.
I was enraptured as my brother began cutting open Micah’s skull. Micah didn’t flinch or cry out as the blood started to run down his face and into his eyes. Sylar moved forward as he pried off the cap of his skull, and began rooting about in the boy’s brain. I felt Micah’s death. It was quiet. None of the terror that had nearly paralyzed me when we’d killed the Invisible Man. Now all that was left was Sylar’s happiness as he figured out how he’d been special.
Sylar’s gaze was internal now, while he worked to adapt his brain to the new gift he’d stolen. Jealousy flared in me for a brief moment. I wanted to be able to do that so badly. To be able to take a useful gift to balance out the annoying one I’d been born with. For a moment I hated him for it.
Then his eyes locked with mine. “I told you, you could do it.”
“It helps that you’re loud.” I tossed him a tattered towel that had been wrapped around a table lamp to dry off his hands. “And a mess.”
“It’ll be okay now. I can get us a room in a nice hotel. We can register as anyone we want, and I’ll be able to block any security cameras from giving us away.”
It was the biggest bathtub I’d ever been in. Black marble with gold fixtures, enough bubbles to cover Manhattan. I sank back down into the blissfully hot water until the back of my hair got wet.
“If you keep that up, you’re going to have to learn how to breathe water.” Sylar smiled at me as he dressed in a pair of clean black slacks. He’d let himself into a room or three while I bathed and stolen clothes for us. It was going to be so nice not to pull on my jeans again. Burning them would have been an option if they weren’t dirty enough to run off on their own to hide.
“Oh that would be so cool. Is there someone like that on the list?” I scooted across the tub and leaned over the side on my elbows. “Of course until I learn to do it, it’s not going to do me any good, but still that would be so cool.”
“You’ll learn.” He stalked over to me, crouching down to stroke the side of my face. “When I look at you, I can see your potential. It’s in there. We just need to find the right trigger.”
“I think once I can control the empathy I’ll be able to try again. You’re right. I’m too scattered trying to wall myself off and then switching on.” I leaned my face into his touch, then kissed the palm of his hand. “I’m learning though.”
“You are. It won’t be long. Now get the hell out of the water. I’m hungry, and tonight we are not eating greasy pizza or fast food. I’m taking you to dinner.”
“Are you sure it’s safe out there?” I hated doubting him. But we were walking targets. I climbed out of the sunken tub and wrapped an enormous towel around me. He’d stolen me a very pretty dress to wear. “I’d hate to have to avoid the SWAT team from hell in that dress.”