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Nov. 10th, 2007 07:11 pmTitle: Snow White, and Blood Red
Author:thewatchmaker
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 394
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to NBC and Tim Kring. I just like to write serial killer fic.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Eden
Prompt: 37 - Snow - Writer's Choiceheroes50 4/50
Summary: Eden and Sylar are on a road trip trying to get to NYC, so he can talk to Mohinder. Would take place after Homecoming if Eden hadn't died, but had helped Sylar escape.
The snow was everywhere, laying in thick drifts over the landscape. I trudged on, sweat tickling my brow as it fell down my face to my lips. Why was it so hot? Shouldn't I be cold? My coat weighed tons, so I peeled it off and dropped it onto the snow covered ground. In the distance I could see a sign. I squinted against the glare and wished that I had my glasses.
"What does it say?" I shouted into the emptiness only to hear the sound of my own voice come echoing back at me over and over again. "Where am I?"
"Gabriel!" it was my mother's voice. My name followed by coughing and the sound of her choking.
"Mom!" I ran, the snow making me trip and fall. I landed hard, the snow was dry and stuck to my hands like soap flakes.
I fought to get free. My heart was pounding so hard that my chest hurt, then I hit the curved glass wall of the snow globe and it fell from the table in my mother's Queen's apartment. My face was pressed against the wall as the floor came rushing up to meet me.
Blood covered my hands, slick on the heavy Plexiglas walls of the cell at Primatech. My fingers had worn down to bones as I tried to scratch my way to freedom. Thick hot blood dripped onto my face, replacing the sweat that had been there before. I recognized the taste of it on my lips. I brought my hands to my forehead, and flinched when I felt my exposed brain. In my reflection I could see my brain pulsating as I started to scream.
******
With a start, I sat up in the back of the truck. I was soaked in sweat, but there was no blood dripping on my face. The driver wasn't in the cab, and we weren't moving. My chest hurt and I couldn't get enough air in my lungs no matter what I did. I drew my knees up to my chest and buried my face while I cried. If the driver had been there, I'd have had to kill him.
“Sylar?” Eden reached across from the front seat to touch me. Her fingers were cool as she gently touched my forehead. “It was just a bad dream. It’ll be all right.”
Author:
thewatchmakerRating: PG-13
Wordcount: 394
Disclaimer: I own nothing. It all belongs to NBC and Tim Kring. I just like to write serial killer fic.
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Eden
Prompt: 37 - Snow - Writer's Choice
heroes50 4/50Summary: Eden and Sylar are on a road trip trying to get to NYC, so he can talk to Mohinder. Would take place after Homecoming if Eden hadn't died, but had helped Sylar escape.
The snow was everywhere, laying in thick drifts over the landscape. I trudged on, sweat tickling my brow as it fell down my face to my lips. Why was it so hot? Shouldn't I be cold? My coat weighed tons, so I peeled it off and dropped it onto the snow covered ground. In the distance I could see a sign. I squinted against the glare and wished that I had my glasses.
"What does it say?" I shouted into the emptiness only to hear the sound of my own voice come echoing back at me over and over again. "Where am I?"
"Gabriel!" it was my mother's voice. My name followed by coughing and the sound of her choking.
"Mom!" I ran, the snow making me trip and fall. I landed hard, the snow was dry and stuck to my hands like soap flakes.
I fought to get free. My heart was pounding so hard that my chest hurt, then I hit the curved glass wall of the snow globe and it fell from the table in my mother's Queen's apartment. My face was pressed against the wall as the floor came rushing up to meet me.
Blood covered my hands, slick on the heavy Plexiglas walls of the cell at Primatech. My fingers had worn down to bones as I tried to scratch my way to freedom. Thick hot blood dripped onto my face, replacing the sweat that had been there before. I recognized the taste of it on my lips. I brought my hands to my forehead, and flinched when I felt my exposed brain. In my reflection I could see my brain pulsating as I started to scream.
******
With a start, I sat up in the back of the truck. I was soaked in sweat, but there was no blood dripping on my face. The driver wasn't in the cab, and we weren't moving. My chest hurt and I couldn't get enough air in my lungs no matter what I did. I drew my knees up to my chest and buried my face while I cried. If the driver had been there, I'd have had to kill him.
“Sylar?” Eden reached across from the front seat to touch me. Her fingers were cool as she gently touched my forehead. “It was just a bad dream. It’ll be all right.”
