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Character: Sylar/Peter and Samuel
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thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes - post series
Word count: 1600
Rating: R - violence
Prompts:
Tony Stark: Let's face it, this is not the worst thing you've caught me doing. vol3.week35 -![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
8. "Bad Reputation" Joan Jett -30_ballads
049. The man takes seriously the prediction of death. 61/100 -100_fairytales
Central Park – Two days ago
As with most things or people, we don’t realize how important they are to us until they are gone. I know I’ve felt that way about my mother, and now I was feeling it again. I’d combed through Central Park, looking for any sign of her. There was no flash of an inked ankle or the cascade of her long hair among the carnival refugees. Peter looked at me like I was insane as I dashed off to hunt for Lydia while he tended to Emma’s injured fingers. The rest of them were accounted for, but she wasn’t.
“I can’t find her, Peter.” I was frantic by the time that Peter found me. There were dark circles under his eyes, and I knew that the only reason I didn’t look as worn out was my regen. “I’ve looked everywhere. Hiro ported the others away, but she wasn’t with them.”
“Who, Sylar?” Peter took my face between his hands and made me focus. After so many years together, he knew what to do when I was losing it. He knew how to keep me sane. Peter could keep the monster at bay, because it was still inside of me. It would always be part of me, but I was in control of it now not the other way around. “Who are you looking for?”
“Lydia.” I closed my eyes and tried to reach out through my empathy to find her, but that didn’t help either. For a second I thought about flying to India to get Molly to find her for me, but I knew I couldn’t do that. Molly’s afraid of me. She’d never listen.
“She was your friend here?” He moved his hands, so they were cupping the back of my neck and pulled our foreheads together. His lips just barely brushed mine, and for a moment I felt something very unexpected from him. Peter was jealous, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I did like that a lot. “We can ask Claire or Noah. They’ll know where she is.”
“They won’t talk to me, Peter. I can’t…. the reporters…” Jealous but still able to put that aside to help me find her, that’s why Peter is a better person than I am. But then I did help him save Emma, so it’s not all that different is it? “They won’t believe I’ve changed, and I don’t want anyone to see me.”
“Yeah I’m not too thrilled about the reporters either.”
“She shouldn’t have done that. None of us will ever be safe again. I remember things from…” I looked down at my feet, because I could never face him when I had Nathan’s memories playing in my head. “That were set in motion. Things that I didn’t have time to stop when…. “
“I know, Sylar. That’s not your fault.” Peter’s lips drew into a line. It had taken me a long time to realize that he while loved Nathan, he didn’t think Nathan was perfect. He didn’t like what Nathan did to us either. Peter was so much more complex than I ever knew before we were locked inside of my head. “I’ll talk to Noah. You wait here. I’ll find out where Lydia is.”
Peter took a few steps and then turned back to me. The lights of the Ferris Wheel looked like a halo as they framed his face. “Were you guys? I mean do you?”
“Not like that, Peter.” I gave him a soft smile. “I wasn’t capable of that before.” But I am now with you.
“Good,” he said before he slipped into the crowd to find Noah. Good guy or not. Peter was still a Petrelli.
Moab Federal Prison – Two hours ago
One by one the guards fell to the ground as I made my way through the high security prison looking for Samuel. He couldn’t be locked up near any other specials, and he was scheduled to be moved to a laboratory somewhere. I didn’t have much time before he ended up in a lab being dissected, or he got away.
The rage was boiling in my gut, but I still managed to keep control as I shut off the blood to each of the guards’ brains with telekinesis just long enough for them to slip into unconsciousness. Samuel would die here, but he would be the only one. I would kill no more innocents.
But Samuel wasn’t innocent. He’d killed probably as many people as I had, and he’d killed Lydia. I’d be damned if he was going to live under a microscope somewhere instead of being punished for what he’d done.
With a flick of my wrist the heavy steel door to his cell was ripped from the frame. It hit the far wall with a noise like thunder. Samuel didn’t flinch. The chains on his wrists and ankles barely shifted as I stalked into the tiny cinderblock room.
“Sylar, or is it Gabriel now?” He asked while an oily grin spread over his face. His eyeliner had melted to fill the hollows beneath his eyes, making him look like he was wearing a Day of the Dead mask. It was appropriate. “I can’t seem to keep track of what to call you.”
“I wouldn’t bother trying to decide,” I told him with a sneer. I was on him in an instant, pinning his body to the wall with mine. I wasn’t using any of my abilities. I wasn’t sure how much of my power it’d take to wake his up. They had him drugged, but it was better to be cautious. Besides I wanted to rip him apart with my bare hands. “You won’t live long enough for that to matter.”
“Couldn’t kill me before, Sylar,” Samuel choked out with my forearm pressed against his throat. I had my feet on his ankle chains, so he couldn’t get away if I let him go. I almost took the chance to see if he’d end up face down on the cement floor, but I didn’t want to risk him escaping. “What makes you think you can this time?”
“Because I know how you work now. There aren’t any other specials here but me, and I don’t plan on using any of my powers on you.” My fist caught him in the side of the head, and it snapped back with a crack against the hard brick wall. “I’ve learned how to fight with my bare hands thanks to Peter. I won’t need anything else to make you pay for what you did to Lydia.”
“Lydia?” He laughed in my face. “She only slept with you because I told her too. She was a whore.”
“She was a better person than either of us ever were, and probably better than I’ll ever be.” Samuel’s teeth shattered with my second strike, and I hissed as they cut my knuckles.
I stepped back after looping my free hand into the chain between his wrists. I pulled him away from the wall then spun him back into it face first. This time I used telekinesis to augment my strength. Blood and brains splattered over the jail house green wall like a Rorschach test. He wasn’t dead, but they’d never be able to save him. I would have stayed to watch him breathe his last, but I could hear more guards coming.
Peter’s Apartment – the present
I stood in the bathroom of Peter’s apartment, looking at my reflection over the little sink. There was blood splatter on my face and all over my clothes. My hair was speckled with it, and my hands were covered with so much that it looked like gloves. I turned the facet on with a touch of telekinesis and hunkered over the sink while I started to wash away the evidence of my crime. The water was running red. It would be a long time before it ran clear.
“Sylar, what the fuck?” Peter came up behind me. His eyes widened at the sight of my bloodstained hands. “You, you don’t kill anymore. I thought.”
His pain at my betrayal stung, and I winced as I grabbed the soap. “It’s not what you think, Peter. I had to. I couldn’t let him get away with it. You know that.”
“But you.” His shoulders slumped, and I could see him trying to decide what to do. Should he run from me? Should he turn me in? Should he tell me it was all right? I was hoping for the later of course.
“I know. Peter, I know. But I had to. I had to for Lydia.” The soap was finally cutting through the blood, and the lather on my hands was turning a lighter shade of pink. “You’ve forgiven me for much worse.”
“It’s not supposed to be like that, Sylar!” He snapped. I could feel his anger replace his confusion. “I’m not going to forgive you every time you decide someone should die. I can’t live like that, and you know it.”
I wanted to reach for him, but I was still too dirty. I couldn’t hold him or kiss him with Samuel’s blood all over me. “Peter, please.”
“I’m going to take a walk.” He stepped away from me, but he didn’t turn his back. “I understand why you did it, but I need to cool off. But Sylar this had better be the last time. You’re not that guy anymore, remember?”
“I remember, Peter. I do, and I promise.”
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes - post series
Word count: 1600
Rating: R - violence
Prompts:
Tony Stark: Let's face it, this is not the worst thing you've caught me doing. vol3.week35 -
scifi_muses8. "Bad Reputation" Joan Jett -
30_ballads049. The man takes seriously the prediction of death. 61/100 -
100_fairytalesCentral Park – Two days ago
As with most things or people, we don’t realize how important they are to us until they are gone. I know I’ve felt that way about my mother, and now I was feeling it again. I’d combed through Central Park, looking for any sign of her. There was no flash of an inked ankle or the cascade of her long hair among the carnival refugees. Peter looked at me like I was insane as I dashed off to hunt for Lydia while he tended to Emma’s injured fingers. The rest of them were accounted for, but she wasn’t.
“I can’t find her, Peter.” I was frantic by the time that Peter found me. There were dark circles under his eyes, and I knew that the only reason I didn’t look as worn out was my regen. “I’ve looked everywhere. Hiro ported the others away, but she wasn’t with them.”
“Who, Sylar?” Peter took my face between his hands and made me focus. After so many years together, he knew what to do when I was losing it. He knew how to keep me sane. Peter could keep the monster at bay, because it was still inside of me. It would always be part of me, but I was in control of it now not the other way around. “Who are you looking for?”
“Lydia.” I closed my eyes and tried to reach out through my empathy to find her, but that didn’t help either. For a second I thought about flying to India to get Molly to find her for me, but I knew I couldn’t do that. Molly’s afraid of me. She’d never listen.
“She was your friend here?” He moved his hands, so they were cupping the back of my neck and pulled our foreheads together. His lips just barely brushed mine, and for a moment I felt something very unexpected from him. Peter was jealous, and I’m not ashamed to admit that I did like that a lot. “We can ask Claire or Noah. They’ll know where she is.”
“They won’t talk to me, Peter. I can’t…. the reporters…” Jealous but still able to put that aside to help me find her, that’s why Peter is a better person than I am. But then I did help him save Emma, so it’s not all that different is it? “They won’t believe I’ve changed, and I don’t want anyone to see me.”
“Yeah I’m not too thrilled about the reporters either.”
“She shouldn’t have done that. None of us will ever be safe again. I remember things from…” I looked down at my feet, because I could never face him when I had Nathan’s memories playing in my head. “That were set in motion. Things that I didn’t have time to stop when…. “
“I know, Sylar. That’s not your fault.” Peter’s lips drew into a line. It had taken me a long time to realize that he while loved Nathan, he didn’t think Nathan was perfect. He didn’t like what Nathan did to us either. Peter was so much more complex than I ever knew before we were locked inside of my head. “I’ll talk to Noah. You wait here. I’ll find out where Lydia is.”
Peter took a few steps and then turned back to me. The lights of the Ferris Wheel looked like a halo as they framed his face. “Were you guys? I mean do you?”
“Not like that, Peter.” I gave him a soft smile. “I wasn’t capable of that before.” But I am now with you.
“Good,” he said before he slipped into the crowd to find Noah. Good guy or not. Peter was still a Petrelli.
Moab Federal Prison – Two hours ago
One by one the guards fell to the ground as I made my way through the high security prison looking for Samuel. He couldn’t be locked up near any other specials, and he was scheduled to be moved to a laboratory somewhere. I didn’t have much time before he ended up in a lab being dissected, or he got away.
The rage was boiling in my gut, but I still managed to keep control as I shut off the blood to each of the guards’ brains with telekinesis just long enough for them to slip into unconsciousness. Samuel would die here, but he would be the only one. I would kill no more innocents.
But Samuel wasn’t innocent. He’d killed probably as many people as I had, and he’d killed Lydia. I’d be damned if he was going to live under a microscope somewhere instead of being punished for what he’d done.
With a flick of my wrist the heavy steel door to his cell was ripped from the frame. It hit the far wall with a noise like thunder. Samuel didn’t flinch. The chains on his wrists and ankles barely shifted as I stalked into the tiny cinderblock room.
“Sylar, or is it Gabriel now?” He asked while an oily grin spread over his face. His eyeliner had melted to fill the hollows beneath his eyes, making him look like he was wearing a Day of the Dead mask. It was appropriate. “I can’t seem to keep track of what to call you.”
“I wouldn’t bother trying to decide,” I told him with a sneer. I was on him in an instant, pinning his body to the wall with mine. I wasn’t using any of my abilities. I wasn’t sure how much of my power it’d take to wake his up. They had him drugged, but it was better to be cautious. Besides I wanted to rip him apart with my bare hands. “You won’t live long enough for that to matter.”
“Couldn’t kill me before, Sylar,” Samuel choked out with my forearm pressed against his throat. I had my feet on his ankle chains, so he couldn’t get away if I let him go. I almost took the chance to see if he’d end up face down on the cement floor, but I didn’t want to risk him escaping. “What makes you think you can this time?”
“Because I know how you work now. There aren’t any other specials here but me, and I don’t plan on using any of my powers on you.” My fist caught him in the side of the head, and it snapped back with a crack against the hard brick wall. “I’ve learned how to fight with my bare hands thanks to Peter. I won’t need anything else to make you pay for what you did to Lydia.”
“Lydia?” He laughed in my face. “She only slept with you because I told her too. She was a whore.”
“She was a better person than either of us ever were, and probably better than I’ll ever be.” Samuel’s teeth shattered with my second strike, and I hissed as they cut my knuckles.
I stepped back after looping my free hand into the chain between his wrists. I pulled him away from the wall then spun him back into it face first. This time I used telekinesis to augment my strength. Blood and brains splattered over the jail house green wall like a Rorschach test. He wasn’t dead, but they’d never be able to save him. I would have stayed to watch him breathe his last, but I could hear more guards coming.
Peter’s Apartment – the present
I stood in the bathroom of Peter’s apartment, looking at my reflection over the little sink. There was blood splatter on my face and all over my clothes. My hair was speckled with it, and my hands were covered with so much that it looked like gloves. I turned the facet on with a touch of telekinesis and hunkered over the sink while I started to wash away the evidence of my crime. The water was running red. It would be a long time before it ran clear.
“Sylar, what the fuck?” Peter came up behind me. His eyes widened at the sight of my bloodstained hands. “You, you don’t kill anymore. I thought.”
His pain at my betrayal stung, and I winced as I grabbed the soap. “It’s not what you think, Peter. I had to. I couldn’t let him get away with it. You know that.”
“But you.” His shoulders slumped, and I could see him trying to decide what to do. Should he run from me? Should he turn me in? Should he tell me it was all right? I was hoping for the later of course.
“I know. Peter, I know. But I had to. I had to for Lydia.” The soap was finally cutting through the blood, and the lather on my hands was turning a lighter shade of pink. “You’ve forgiven me for much worse.”
“It’s not supposed to be like that, Sylar!” He snapped. I could feel his anger replace his confusion. “I’m not going to forgive you every time you decide someone should die. I can’t live like that, and you know it.”
I wanted to reach for him, but I was still too dirty. I couldn’t hold him or kiss him with Samuel’s blood all over me. “Peter, please.”
“I’m going to take a walk.” He stepped away from me, but he didn’t turn his back. “I understand why you did it, but I need to cool off. But Sylar this had better be the last time. You’re not that guy anymore, remember?”
“I remember, Peter. I do, and I promise.”
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Date: 2011-04-03 11:49 pm (UTC)From:So yeah, you go, Sylar! Samuel deserved it! (Sorry Peter, but sometimes ... you know.)
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Date: 2011-04-04 02:25 am (UTC)From:What makes them different is that, Sylar is content to ignore the ants, only pulling off their legs if they bite him, whereas Samuel is the kind of brat to go stomp on an ant hill when he's throwing a tantrum.
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Date: 2011-04-05 09:34 pm (UTC)From:I think you're quite right. Sylar doesn't see a reason to kill everyone unless they get in his way. It's why he didn't want to be the exploding man. He didn't want to hurt everyone, and I've always believed he went to Kirby Plaza to stop Peter because only he could. But I am kind of partial to finding a few glimmers of hope for my muse.
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Date: 2011-04-04 02:43 am (UTC)From:But this was very in character, I think. Sylar may be reformed, but he'd probably still seek vengeance for wrongs if it was great enough.
(I firmly believe if someone killed Peter he would not even hesitate on torturing them for it.)
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Date: 2011-04-04 03:00 am (UTC)From:But oh yes. If anything happened to Peter, Sylar would lay waste to the world.
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Date: 2011-04-04 03:04 am (UTC)From:I should write that as a fic sometime...
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