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Character: Sylar, Angela, Noah
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 705
Rating: PG
Prompt: The Fox as Shepherd for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Notes: Missing scene for - One of Us; One of Them
It was surreal. I felt like I’d stepped through the TV screen into a mishmash of spy movies. There was Angela, playing M, in which M was for Mommy. There was Noah, playing Agent N, and I was supposed to be G. G for Gabriel. I don’t much care for being Gabriel, but if it makes mommy happy, I’ll play along.
I know she’s not my mother, but I wish she was. And I will milk it for all its worth. If it means I can get out of his cell, and if I can prove myself worthy of her fake affection, I will do whatever it takes. My mother wasn’t the best. She was neurotic, and she was terrified of me. But Angela is a perfect fit for me. God knows I’m a better match for her than her real sons. If Peter knew what she was capable of, he’d be horrified. If Nathan wasn’t nearly as bad as she was, he would run for the hills.
The suit is ugly. I feel like Will Smith in Men in Black as I put it on, adjusting the boring tie in the mirror. My hair is slicked back, when I’d really love to take the time to get a haircut. Angela and Noah arguing about me being put in play. Noah doesn’t trust me. Angela’s a fool if she does. Either way I don’t care as long as I get to go outside. The walls are closing in on me.
She pretends to love me and to be proud of me. I don’t mind. I can pretend that I love her too. If we play this game long enough, maybe it’ll come true. I’d love nothing better than to sit at her side while she kicks Peter and Nathan to the curb for being weak. If I’m really lucky, I’ll get to poke my fingers in Peter’s little brain first. I have to wonder how so much power can fit in such a tiny package.
Noah snapped at me, tearing me from my daydreams of Puppytrelli’s death. We’re going for a ride. Yay. Thanks for tossing me a bone, Noah. Don’t forget the Scooby Snacks when I’m a good dog.
The ride to the bank isn’t much fun. I tried to turn on the radio, but Noah snarled at me. He gave me more dirty looks when I decided to munch on the apple Angela gave me on my way out. Thanks to my shiny new power, I knew it hadn’t been drugged or filled with razor blades.
My first mission for the Company – rescuing Peter – of course, Angela was in a panic about where little brother had gotten. I’d have been more concerned about Nathan preaching the gospel myself.
Noah was the head mother fucker in charge, and he didn’t miss a chance to remind me of that. I was surprised when he didn’t shoot me in the head and leave me in the car. I waited outside, sipping coffee while he went in to fight the gang of specials all on his own.
It was a moral dilemma for me. Did I go in to save him, and make mommy happy? Or did I wait, and let Knox and his friends kill Noah, removing the thorn in my side once and for all? I got sentimental. I wanted Angela to care, so I went in to save Noah from the foxes.
But I didn’t rush. He needed to get roughed up a bit to appreciate me. I also wanted to enjoy his suffering. I watched from inside the police barricades, playing Fed and enjoying the hell out of making the cops jump through hoops. It was especially fun to tell them to hold off. They had to give my partner time to do his magic as a negotiator.
I went in finally when I figured Noah had, had enough. I took them out fast enough. They’d turned on each other which is the biggest reason why a villain should work alone. Jessie was the only one left when Noah left me alone with him.
You should never leave a little fox alone with the big bad wolf. I couldn’t help myself.
Why would I want to?
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Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 705
Rating: PG
Prompt: The Fox as Shepherd for
100_fairytalesNotes: Missing scene for - One of Us; One of Them
It was surreal. I felt like I’d stepped through the TV screen into a mishmash of spy movies. There was Angela, playing M, in which M was for Mommy. There was Noah, playing Agent N, and I was supposed to be G. G for Gabriel. I don’t much care for being Gabriel, but if it makes mommy happy, I’ll play along.
I know she’s not my mother, but I wish she was. And I will milk it for all its worth. If it means I can get out of his cell, and if I can prove myself worthy of her fake affection, I will do whatever it takes. My mother wasn’t the best. She was neurotic, and she was terrified of me. But Angela is a perfect fit for me. God knows I’m a better match for her than her real sons. If Peter knew what she was capable of, he’d be horrified. If Nathan wasn’t nearly as bad as she was, he would run for the hills.
The suit is ugly. I feel like Will Smith in Men in Black as I put it on, adjusting the boring tie in the mirror. My hair is slicked back, when I’d really love to take the time to get a haircut. Angela and Noah arguing about me being put in play. Noah doesn’t trust me. Angela’s a fool if she does. Either way I don’t care as long as I get to go outside. The walls are closing in on me.
She pretends to love me and to be proud of me. I don’t mind. I can pretend that I love her too. If we play this game long enough, maybe it’ll come true. I’d love nothing better than to sit at her side while she kicks Peter and Nathan to the curb for being weak. If I’m really lucky, I’ll get to poke my fingers in Peter’s little brain first. I have to wonder how so much power can fit in such a tiny package.
Noah snapped at me, tearing me from my daydreams of Puppytrelli’s death. We’re going for a ride. Yay. Thanks for tossing me a bone, Noah. Don’t forget the Scooby Snacks when I’m a good dog.
The ride to the bank isn’t much fun. I tried to turn on the radio, but Noah snarled at me. He gave me more dirty looks when I decided to munch on the apple Angela gave me on my way out. Thanks to my shiny new power, I knew it hadn’t been drugged or filled with razor blades.
My first mission for the Company – rescuing Peter – of course, Angela was in a panic about where little brother had gotten. I’d have been more concerned about Nathan preaching the gospel myself.
Noah was the head mother fucker in charge, and he didn’t miss a chance to remind me of that. I was surprised when he didn’t shoot me in the head and leave me in the car. I waited outside, sipping coffee while he went in to fight the gang of specials all on his own.
It was a moral dilemma for me. Did I go in to save him, and make mommy happy? Or did I wait, and let Knox and his friends kill Noah, removing the thorn in my side once and for all? I got sentimental. I wanted Angela to care, so I went in to save Noah from the foxes.
But I didn’t rush. He needed to get roughed up a bit to appreciate me. I also wanted to enjoy his suffering. I watched from inside the police barricades, playing Fed and enjoying the hell out of making the cops jump through hoops. It was especially fun to tell them to hold off. They had to give my partner time to do his magic as a negotiator.
I went in finally when I figured Noah had, had enough. I took them out fast enough. They’d turned on each other which is the biggest reason why a villain should work alone. Jessie was the only one left when Noah left me alone with him.
You should never leave a little fox alone with the big bad wolf. I couldn’t help myself.
Why would I want to?
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