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Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 854
Rating: R for violence and gore
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Notes: Verse - I am Become Death. After Noah's murder, Sylar is looking for vengeance.
Noah was gone, and with each step the part of me that had been his father was fading away. Gabriel Gray was curling into a ball in the recesses of my mind just like he always does. When the going gets tough; Gabriel gets packing. Simpering loser, he can take all the guilt and angst with him too, and wear it was a fucking shroud. I don’t need it, and I sure as hell don’t need him.
Vengeance will be mine, and I don’t give a rat’s ass who anyone’s Lord is when I take it. I left Peter and Hiro behind while they try to find Molly Walker. That makes me snort. Looking for the girl who can find anyone is kind of funny. It’s better they went without me. She’s still afraid of me for good reason, and I know I don’t want to deal with Parkman. If I’d gone, I’d have been too tempted to cut him open like a canned ham. That is a power I wouldn’t mind having at all.
It’s muggy, and it’s not long before my borrowed clothes start clinging to my body. It’s near midnight, and it’s still too warm. I need to get clothes of my own tomorrow unless I decide to steal some tonight.
Costa Verde had one big advantage over living in the city, and that was the limited number of Nathan’s artificial specials. I could feel them all around me, stirring up the hunger in my gut. There were too many of them. More than there should be. I would never be able to keep up with them all. I’d let my evolutionary imperative slip since becoming Noah’s father, but I can’t do that anymore. I need to start culling the fucking herd.
I step around the corner of a building, and I can feel the tingle run up my spine. There’s the sound of laughter not far from me, I don’t even need to use Dale’s hearing to follow it. A trio of college kids are horsing around in a parking lot, sharing a bottle of something, wearing their university of where-the-fuck-ever sweatshirts. Normally I wouldn’t care, but they’re all specials.
“Evening,” I say as I stroll up, not bothering to hide my wolf-like grin. No playing harmless tonight or any night if I can help it. “So tell me, were any of you born special or did you take a chance with the serum?”
They looked up and me, still laughing as they gave me the once over. I had no idea what their abilities were, and I didn’t care. They were prey, and I was so very hungry. I hadn’t killed since I found Noah in the rubble and took him home with me. I couldn’t have held it at bay if I wanted to.
One of them laughed at me, and that was all the provocation I needed. I grabbed him with telekinesis and slammed him into the side of a van hard enough to dent the metal. He got out one small noise before he passed out from the pain. Another tried to run, and I turned the moisture on the pavement into ice. He slid then landed flat on his face, breaking his nose. The smell of blood filled the air, and the monster wanted to roll in it. It was free and so was I.
Number three took a swing at me, catching me in the chin. My head snapped back, and I felt bone shatter. Augmented strength, speed and whatever van boy had, good, I didn’t have either of those. Knox had nearly beaten the shit out of me with that power of his, and Daphne’s fucking speed had tied up Peter for too long. The thought of the two who killed my son made me see red.
I spit out a mouthful of blood, catching number three in the eyes. He took a wild swing while I ducked low and sliced at his stomach with telekinesis. He was still spinning when his guts dropped out of his opened belly onto the pavement. His screams echoed off the buildings.
Grabbing him around the neck as he sank to his knees, I ripped his skull open as fast as I could. They don’t need to be alive when I do it, but I like it better that way. It’s always easier to take the power. I was too lost in the folds of his brain to notice the speedster get away, but that was OK. I had plenty of time to find another one. Nathan had made the entire world a buffet for me. Thanks big brother. I owe you a few for that.
The kid at the van was dead when I got to him, his neck snapped when he hit. I didn’t know if he was special or not, so I left him there. Strength was enough for now. I spent a few moments freezing the blood on my hands and chipping it off to get clean
I left them in the parking lot for all the world to see.
Sylar was back.
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 854
Rating: R for violence and gore
Michael: I don't wanna be a saint. I wanna be a ruthless, heartless shit who fucks whoever he wants without conscience or remorse.
Brian: I'm sorry, that position's already been filled. for
scifi_musesNotes: Verse - I am Become Death. After Noah's murder, Sylar is looking for vengeance.
Noah was gone, and with each step the part of me that had been his father was fading away. Gabriel Gray was curling into a ball in the recesses of my mind just like he always does. When the going gets tough; Gabriel gets packing. Simpering loser, he can take all the guilt and angst with him too, and wear it was a fucking shroud. I don’t need it, and I sure as hell don’t need him.
Vengeance will be mine, and I don’t give a rat’s ass who anyone’s Lord is when I take it. I left Peter and Hiro behind while they try to find Molly Walker. That makes me snort. Looking for the girl who can find anyone is kind of funny. It’s better they went without me. She’s still afraid of me for good reason, and I know I don’t want to deal with Parkman. If I’d gone, I’d have been too tempted to cut him open like a canned ham. That is a power I wouldn’t mind having at all.
It’s muggy, and it’s not long before my borrowed clothes start clinging to my body. It’s near midnight, and it’s still too warm. I need to get clothes of my own tomorrow unless I decide to steal some tonight.
Costa Verde had one big advantage over living in the city, and that was the limited number of Nathan’s artificial specials. I could feel them all around me, stirring up the hunger in my gut. There were too many of them. More than there should be. I would never be able to keep up with them all. I’d let my evolutionary imperative slip since becoming Noah’s father, but I can’t do that anymore. I need to start culling the fucking herd.
I step around the corner of a building, and I can feel the tingle run up my spine. There’s the sound of laughter not far from me, I don’t even need to use Dale’s hearing to follow it. A trio of college kids are horsing around in a parking lot, sharing a bottle of something, wearing their university of where-the-fuck-ever sweatshirts. Normally I wouldn’t care, but they’re all specials.
“Evening,” I say as I stroll up, not bothering to hide my wolf-like grin. No playing harmless tonight or any night if I can help it. “So tell me, were any of you born special or did you take a chance with the serum?”
They looked up and me, still laughing as they gave me the once over. I had no idea what their abilities were, and I didn’t care. They were prey, and I was so very hungry. I hadn’t killed since I found Noah in the rubble and took him home with me. I couldn’t have held it at bay if I wanted to.
One of them laughed at me, and that was all the provocation I needed. I grabbed him with telekinesis and slammed him into the side of a van hard enough to dent the metal. He got out one small noise before he passed out from the pain. Another tried to run, and I turned the moisture on the pavement into ice. He slid then landed flat on his face, breaking his nose. The smell of blood filled the air, and the monster wanted to roll in it. It was free and so was I.
Number three took a swing at me, catching me in the chin. My head snapped back, and I felt bone shatter. Augmented strength, speed and whatever van boy had, good, I didn’t have either of those. Knox had nearly beaten the shit out of me with that power of his, and Daphne’s fucking speed had tied up Peter for too long. The thought of the two who killed my son made me see red.
I spit out a mouthful of blood, catching number three in the eyes. He took a wild swing while I ducked low and sliced at his stomach with telekinesis. He was still spinning when his guts dropped out of his opened belly onto the pavement. His screams echoed off the buildings.
Grabbing him around the neck as he sank to his knees, I ripped his skull open as fast as I could. They don’t need to be alive when I do it, but I like it better that way. It’s always easier to take the power. I was too lost in the folds of his brain to notice the speedster get away, but that was OK. I had plenty of time to find another one. Nathan had made the entire world a buffet for me. Thanks big brother. I owe you a few for that.
The kid at the van was dead when I got to him, his neck snapped when he hit. I didn’t know if he was special or not, so I left him there. Strength was enough for now. I spent a few moments freezing the blood on my hands and chipping it off to get clean
I left them in the parking lot for all the world to see.
Sylar was back.
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