6 word story #2

Heart pounds,
Blood falls,
Death smiles

On the comm

It Was a Mercy Killing - Sylar

Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 613
Prompt: 20/100 #25 Strangers 100heroesfics Smiling Jack: Every time I yank a jawbone from a skull and ram it into an eyesocket, I know I'm building a better future. scifi_muses
Notes: Somewhere between killing Molly's parents and going to Texas - Season One

It Was a Mercy Killing

I avoid touching the sticky surface of the dinky table in the food court. The inane prattling of group after group of teenagers nearly drowns out the bad music pumping through the speakers. A quick use of power and my lemonade is frosty cold again. I sip it slowly while picking through the neon bright orange chicken on my plate. It looks disgusting, but it’s actually pretty good. The fried rice on the other hand tastes like cardboard.

I’m not hunting. I haven’t pulled the list out of my pocket in almost a week. No one’s died by my hands or my power. No blood has coated my fingers or been caught under my fingernails. I miss it. I want it. The hunger is calling to me, and I’m trying not to hear it.

“Is this seat taken?” I look up to see a brown eyed woman. Her hair is streaked with highlights that are anything but natural. She’s carrying a tray full of something from the Mexican stall. It’s covered in bright red sauce that makes me swallow because it looks like blood.

“Hello?” She repeats, drawing my attention from her food to her face again. “I asked if I could sit here.”

“I’m sorry.” I stand up half way, like I was taught by my mother. Old habits and manners drilled into me along with my high regard for observing the Ten Commandments and avoiding the Seven Deadly Sins. I give her a bright smile. “Yes please sit.”

She sat down, pulling a cell phone out even before her ass hit the plastic chair. She took a bite of her food every fifth word. In a matter of fifteen minutes I knew all there was to know about her, what size shoe she wore. Where she bought her underwear, and that her husband liked her to get bikini waxed.

I wanted to kill her. Not because she had a power. There was nothing special about her. She was just so fucking annoying. I’d be doing her husband a favor. I’d be doing the universe a favor.

I’d never killed a normal human being unless they’d been in the way. But this woman, this annoying waste of DNA needed to be spread from one end of the food court to the other.

“You’re not eating.” I looked up to see her watching me. “I haven’t been to the Chinese place. Is it any good? I always go for the Mexican or sometimes I go to Subway, but I wasn’t in the mood for a sandwich today…”

My eyes glazed over. I’m sure of it. This bitch was special, and her ability was to be an annoyance. If I didn’t leave soon, I’d be tempted to kill her and every single other person in the area. Leaving witnesses is sloppy after all.

Her phone went off again, playing some Britney Spears song, another check box in the ‘bitch needs to die’ column. There wasn’t enough food left on her plate to brake up the monotonous tale she was telling this time.

I pushed back my chair and got up, taking my tray and congealed orange chicken to the nearest garbage can. She didn’t look up when I left. She just kept on talking to her friends.

“Fuck it.” There would be no blood today, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be death. I tightened my hand into a fist, picturing it wrapped around her heart and squeezed. She went face down into her plate; her phone tumbled out of her hand skittering across the tiles towards me. I stepped on it on my way out.

Who says I can’t do God’s work occasionally?