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Characters: Sylar, Claire, Harry Dresden and Karrin Murphy
Fandom: Heroes with Dresden Files Crossover
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1109
Part: 3/?
Prompt: 8/100 #38 Touch![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Notes: AU Sylar - anytime after Villains. This section was RP'd on Twitter by Sylar, Dresden, Claire and Murphy. I just fic'd it up. Come by and follow us for more of the adventure.
God and Man - Part One
God and Man - Part Two
God and Man - Part Three
Instead of the usual dump, I got a room in the best hotel in the city. Thanks to Elle’s daddy money hadn’t been a problem for me in a very long time. It was never hard to find a fence willing to take gold off your hands. Although I’m sure there were a lot of diners wondering what ever happened to the cutlery I was using. No one blinked when you gave them a gold butter knife or spoon.
I pour a drink after cleaning up from the battle, then boot up the laptop I stole from Danko’s goon squad. There’s still a hint of blood along one corner that I just couldn’t bear to clean off. Punching in the password I stole from the last of them to use it, I call up the name Harry Dresden. “So where are you Dresden? Are you on the database too? What are your powers?”
There was nothing about him in the Federal database. But then they didn’t have the information the Company had. I missed the Company. They were so much more fun to play with. “So you’re not on the official files, let’s see what comes up on a Google search.”
Dressed like any self-respecting FBI drone, white shirt, black tie and dark suit, I slipped into the crowd of Chicago’s finest at Natalie’s apartment. I thought about going back to St. Vincent’s, but that was a murder scene and would be harder to snoop around. I hadn’t found much about Dresden on the net. But I had another option; all I had to do was find something that belonged to him. With my gift from Angela, I could read its history and find him.
With practiced ease, I slipped beneath the yards of yellow police tape, and stepped into Natalie’s apartment. CSI, cops and a few firemen were investigating the damage. I kept my eyes to the ground, hoping not to be noticed, while I looked for something, anything Dresden might have left behind.
At the edge of the dissolved flooring, I found what I was looking for. A small scrap of denim, a piece of Dresden’s jeans was waiting for me. I didn’t need to crouch down to reach it, unlike the investigators. With a simple push of my mind, I lifted the bit of fabric into my waiting hand, and not a one of them saw a thing.
“Can I help you?” I turned to see a short blonde with a badge glaring at me.
“I’m Agent Bennett,” I said, pulling out the badge I’d stolen from another of Danko’s men. I didn’t let her see the name or face on it, just the gold shield.
“What agency,” she doesn’t give me her name. Oh this one’s got a bullshit meter on high. Lovely.
"I'm looking into a series of incidents like this." I ignore her request for an agency. "And the murder at St. Vincent."
"Well I'm very happy for you, but until you either give me a badge number or an agency, you're interfering with an ongoing investigation. So, we can either settle this here or downtown agent Bennett."
She was too smart. I hate people that are too smart. New game. "Look, lady. I'm just trying to get the story here. You can't keep the truth away from the press. People have a right to know. What's your name, btw? Can I quote you?"
"Quote this." I say, pulling out my cuffs "I'm arresting you for impersonating a fed and contaminating a crime scene.” She read me my rights, and told me to put my hands on my head. I wasn’t sure how she was going to reach me to put on the cuffs. She was that short.
"I know who did this!" I let her cuff me. The cuffs tell me her name and so much more. She's a friend of Dresden's. This couldn’t be better. She was one more stepping stone on my way to the inside of his skull.
"Yeah yeah. Tell it to me when we get downtown. Hope the Tribune has enough to bail you out."
She takes me alone. I let her shove me down to the car without putting up any fight. I need her to feel safe, and for the other cops to stop paying attention to me. Maybe she wasn't as smart as I thought? But then I am a good liar. The little cop shoves me into the back of her waiting SUV.
"Murphy, this isn't a good idea," I said after she pulled out onto the street.
Murphy took the trigger lock off of the shotgun next to her. How cute. "How do you know my name?"
The cuffs fall off silently, and I press my free hands on the partition. It’s so much like the confessional where I killed Douglas that I almost laugh. "I know a lot about you Karrin. Too bad about that demotion."
She pulled over the SUV with a lurch, and reaches for her radio to call for transportation backup. Her gun sailed out of her reach with enough force to tear through the windshield. I disintegrated the partition next. Lunging over the seat, I grab her around the throat. "Killing you would be so easy." Then I get an idea. Bait
“Kill you, take you with me. Hurt you. I could hurt you a lot. Leave you like Father Douglas. If you had something I wanted. Which you don't." I raised my finger and start to cut through her skin not deep, just enough to leave a message. She kicked me, tried to shove me away, but I don't care.
"Don't struggle. You'll ruin my handwriting and I hate sloppy penmanship." I grunt as she bruises me, but I don't care. I'll heal. I carve my name on her cheek. I let her push me back. I tear the car door off with my mind, and slide out onto the street. "Say hi to Harry for me."
Behind me, Murphy, who should be a sobbing mess, grabbed the shotgun. She shot me over and over again, getting closer with each shot. She switches to her hand gun as I lean against a storefront. Staggering, I leave a bloody handprint on the window of the doll shop, and let her watch me heal. "I like you Karrin. You remind me of Noah. I'll see you again."
I ran a block or so, and then levitated to the safety of the rooftops. Dresden may or may not show up to save her. Either way is fine. I know where he lives know, and I know who he loves.
Fandom: Heroes with Dresden Files Crossover
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1109
Part: 3/?
Prompt: 8/100 #38 Touch
100heroesficsNotes: AU Sylar - anytime after Villains. This section was RP'd on Twitter by Sylar, Dresden, Claire and Murphy. I just fic'd it up. Come by and follow us for more of the adventure.
God and Man - Part One
God and Man - Part Two
God and Man - Part Three
Instead of the usual dump, I got a room in the best hotel in the city. Thanks to Elle’s daddy money hadn’t been a problem for me in a very long time. It was never hard to find a fence willing to take gold off your hands. Although I’m sure there were a lot of diners wondering what ever happened to the cutlery I was using. No one blinked when you gave them a gold butter knife or spoon.
I pour a drink after cleaning up from the battle, then boot up the laptop I stole from Danko’s goon squad. There’s still a hint of blood along one corner that I just couldn’t bear to clean off. Punching in the password I stole from the last of them to use it, I call up the name Harry Dresden. “So where are you Dresden? Are you on the database too? What are your powers?”
There was nothing about him in the Federal database. But then they didn’t have the information the Company had. I missed the Company. They were so much more fun to play with. “So you’re not on the official files, let’s see what comes up on a Google search.”
Dressed like any self-respecting FBI drone, white shirt, black tie and dark suit, I slipped into the crowd of Chicago’s finest at Natalie’s apartment. I thought about going back to St. Vincent’s, but that was a murder scene and would be harder to snoop around. I hadn’t found much about Dresden on the net. But I had another option; all I had to do was find something that belonged to him. With my gift from Angela, I could read its history and find him.
With practiced ease, I slipped beneath the yards of yellow police tape, and stepped into Natalie’s apartment. CSI, cops and a few firemen were investigating the damage. I kept my eyes to the ground, hoping not to be noticed, while I looked for something, anything Dresden might have left behind.
At the edge of the dissolved flooring, I found what I was looking for. A small scrap of denim, a piece of Dresden’s jeans was waiting for me. I didn’t need to crouch down to reach it, unlike the investigators. With a simple push of my mind, I lifted the bit of fabric into my waiting hand, and not a one of them saw a thing.
“Can I help you?” I turned to see a short blonde with a badge glaring at me.
“I’m Agent Bennett,” I said, pulling out the badge I’d stolen from another of Danko’s men. I didn’t let her see the name or face on it, just the gold shield.
“What agency,” she doesn’t give me her name. Oh this one’s got a bullshit meter on high. Lovely.
"I'm looking into a series of incidents like this." I ignore her request for an agency. "And the murder at St. Vincent."
"Well I'm very happy for you, but until you either give me a badge number or an agency, you're interfering with an ongoing investigation. So, we can either settle this here or downtown agent Bennett."
She was too smart. I hate people that are too smart. New game. "Look, lady. I'm just trying to get the story here. You can't keep the truth away from the press. People have a right to know. What's your name, btw? Can I quote you?"
"Quote this." I say, pulling out my cuffs "I'm arresting you for impersonating a fed and contaminating a crime scene.” She read me my rights, and told me to put my hands on my head. I wasn’t sure how she was going to reach me to put on the cuffs. She was that short.
"I know who did this!" I let her cuff me. The cuffs tell me her name and so much more. She's a friend of Dresden's. This couldn’t be better. She was one more stepping stone on my way to the inside of his skull.
"Yeah yeah. Tell it to me when we get downtown. Hope the Tribune has enough to bail you out."
She takes me alone. I let her shove me down to the car without putting up any fight. I need her to feel safe, and for the other cops to stop paying attention to me. Maybe she wasn't as smart as I thought? But then I am a good liar. The little cop shoves me into the back of her waiting SUV.
"Murphy, this isn't a good idea," I said after she pulled out onto the street.
Murphy took the trigger lock off of the shotgun next to her. How cute. "How do you know my name?"
The cuffs fall off silently, and I press my free hands on the partition. It’s so much like the confessional where I killed Douglas that I almost laugh. "I know a lot about you Karrin. Too bad about that demotion."
She pulled over the SUV with a lurch, and reaches for her radio to call for transportation backup. Her gun sailed out of her reach with enough force to tear through the windshield. I disintegrated the partition next. Lunging over the seat, I grab her around the throat. "Killing you would be so easy." Then I get an idea. Bait
“Kill you, take you with me. Hurt you. I could hurt you a lot. Leave you like Father Douglas. If you had something I wanted. Which you don't." I raised my finger and start to cut through her skin not deep, just enough to leave a message. She kicked me, tried to shove me away, but I don't care.
"Don't struggle. You'll ruin my handwriting and I hate sloppy penmanship." I grunt as she bruises me, but I don't care. I'll heal. I carve my name on her cheek. I let her push me back. I tear the car door off with my mind, and slide out onto the street. "Say hi to Harry for me."
Behind me, Murphy, who should be a sobbing mess, grabbed the shotgun. She shot me over and over again, getting closer with each shot. She switches to her hand gun as I lean against a storefront. Staggering, I leave a bloody handprint on the window of the doll shop, and let her watch me heal. "I like you Karrin. You remind me of Noah. I'll see you again."
I ran a block or so, and then levitated to the safety of the rooftops. Dresden may or may not show up to save her. Either way is fine. I know where he lives know, and I know who he loves.
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