![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Character: Sylar and Adam (Although this is a Peter and Sylar story, Peter is not in this part.)
Genre: Violence - Gen (for now)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1100
Rating: R
Prompts:
"There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire" Vol3.Week40 for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: Follow up to I'm the Hero.
Part One
When I came into the room, they had thick leather straps holding Adam down on an examination table. I could feel his power, and it made the hunger stir. But I didn’t like this. Where was the fun in a hunt where the prey couldn’t run? I paced around the table slowly, taking in the sterile environment with a sneer. The only thing out of place in the room was an errant clump of blond hair that they’d missed when they shaved his skull for me.
“Angela thought of everything, didn’t she?” I pondered as I stepped besides my very special treat. “Well, except the apple for your mouth.”
“You will pay for this! All of you!” He ranted. I was surprised by the British accent. “Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Sylar,” I said with a smile as I traced a finger along his forehead with just a touch of telekinesis to split the skin. His blood welled along the cut, and then just as quickly the injury faded away. “Have they experimented on you to see how much damage you can take?”
“You have no idea,” he snarled as he tried to move his head, but it was strapped down too. “They’ve been torturing me for years.”
“Sucks to be you then, doesn’t it?” I licked my lips and cut him once more, leaving a deeper slice across his arm. More blood flowed this time, and I sank my fingers into the wound to keep it from healing too fast. He screamed in pain as I reached bone, and then I watched eagerly as that wound sealed too, leaving no mark over than the blood on his skin.
“Evidently,” he said when he was done screaming. “Having fun?”
“Hope you’re enjoying the show, Peter.” I smeared the blood with my fingers and then tasted that too as I glanced up at the camera in the corner. There was no window in this room. They probably didn’t want to have anyone accidentally see what was about to happen here. “Actually I’m a little bored by this. It’s a lot more fun when the prey can fight back. Although it’s not as if you can do anything other than heal. I don’t suppose you have any other powers?”
“Just the one, I’m afraid.” He was so calm about it now, and Christ that annoyed me. it was probably why he was doing it. I did just tell him that I liked it better if I could hunt. “Would you mind telling me what you’re going to do to me? Not that the torture hasn’t been interesting, but it’s rather typical.”
“Is that a challenge?” Because I hope to hell it is. My lips draw back from my teeth in a feral smile as I use more of my telekinesis to slice off one of his fingers. That gets a good scream out of him, and I eagerly watch as the blood flow slows and stops. Then my smile spreads as a new finger grows in its place. “God, yes, I want that power.”
Adam stopped writhing in pain and looked up at me, recognition in his eyes. “You’re like him, aren’t you? I should have known. You look like him.”
“Him?” I had no idea who he was talking about. “Like Peter? Don’t be insulting.”
“Oh, I’m not trying to be insulting. Are you the little Gray boy?” Now it was his turn to grin, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. “You are, aren’t you? All grown up and a killer just like your daddy.”
“You know my father? My real father?” That makes me take a step back. My knees are shaking, and I almost can’t process what he’s telling me. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Your father made quite an impression on the Company, dear boy.” He wasn’t trying to get away now. He knew he’d offered me bait that was more important to me than his power.
“Gray, his name was Gray too?” That didn’t make any sense. I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and started worrying at it. I wish I could remember my life before Virginia and Martin took me home to Queens, but I couldn’t. It was nothing but a black hole in my mind, and it always had been. Whenever I asked her, my mother would tell me some bullshit or pretend to have a spell to keep me quite, but he knew the truth. I could tell.
“Let me go, Gabriel. We can leave here, and I’ll tell you everything you’ve ever wanted to know about who you are.” I wanted to know. God I wanted it so badly. My fingers looped around the restraints, and I seriously considered doing what he wanted. But the blinking light of the camera stayed my hand.
“I think not. Not yet anyway,” I said, licking my lips and letting the hunger eat at my control. The monster inside of me had to stop me from thinking. I needed it to get what I wanted. Besides he’d live through this, and I’d have plenty of time to make him tell me what I wanted to know.
“Are you mad!?” he snapped when I raised my finger and started to cut into his skull. “I’m offering you the truth!”
“I don’t think I can handle the truth right now, but thanks for offering.” His blood sprayed from the cut, and I had to do it twice to fight his ability. He was healing too fucking fast. “Wish they’d left your hair, it’s a lot easier when I’ve got that to hang onto.”
Finally I had to cut lower than I usually did, across his eyes, so that I could unwrap him like a pudding cup. I had to tear his skin to pry his head open, and I tossed the skull cap into the corner. Judging by how quickly his finger grew back and the rest, I didn’t have a lot of time to play around. I brushed my fingertips lightly over the ridges of his brain, seeking the special spark that made him immortal. It didn’t take long. Adam’s power glowed like a tiny star.
“Mine,” I hissed as I copied the power, making my brain mimic his. My vision fogged for a moment while I balanced all the other abilities to allow space for his. If I lost them all, it would be worth it. The hunger was sated, and I felt so much better than I ever had before. “Thanks Adam, we’ll talk again real soon.”
...to be continued...
Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.
Genre: Violence - Gen (for now)
Author:
thewatchmakerFandom: Heroes
Word count: 1100
Rating: R
Prompts:
"There is no fulfillment that is not made sweeter for the prolonging of desire" Vol3.Week40 for
scifi_musesNotes: Follow up to I'm the Hero.
Part One
When I came into the room, they had thick leather straps holding Adam down on an examination table. I could feel his power, and it made the hunger stir. But I didn’t like this. Where was the fun in a hunt where the prey couldn’t run? I paced around the table slowly, taking in the sterile environment with a sneer. The only thing out of place in the room was an errant clump of blond hair that they’d missed when they shaved his skull for me.
“Angela thought of everything, didn’t she?” I pondered as I stepped besides my very special treat. “Well, except the apple for your mouth.”
“You will pay for this! All of you!” He ranted. I was surprised by the British accent. “Who the hell are you?”
“My name is Sylar,” I said with a smile as I traced a finger along his forehead with just a touch of telekinesis to split the skin. His blood welled along the cut, and then just as quickly the injury faded away. “Have they experimented on you to see how much damage you can take?”
“You have no idea,” he snarled as he tried to move his head, but it was strapped down too. “They’ve been torturing me for years.”
“Sucks to be you then, doesn’t it?” I licked my lips and cut him once more, leaving a deeper slice across his arm. More blood flowed this time, and I sank my fingers into the wound to keep it from healing too fast. He screamed in pain as I reached bone, and then I watched eagerly as that wound sealed too, leaving no mark over than the blood on his skin.
“Evidently,” he said when he was done screaming. “Having fun?”
“Hope you’re enjoying the show, Peter.” I smeared the blood with my fingers and then tasted that too as I glanced up at the camera in the corner. There was no window in this room. They probably didn’t want to have anyone accidentally see what was about to happen here. “Actually I’m a little bored by this. It’s a lot more fun when the prey can fight back. Although it’s not as if you can do anything other than heal. I don’t suppose you have any other powers?”
“Just the one, I’m afraid.” He was so calm about it now, and Christ that annoyed me. it was probably why he was doing it. I did just tell him that I liked it better if I could hunt. “Would you mind telling me what you’re going to do to me? Not that the torture hasn’t been interesting, but it’s rather typical.”
“Is that a challenge?” Because I hope to hell it is. My lips draw back from my teeth in a feral smile as I use more of my telekinesis to slice off one of his fingers. That gets a good scream out of him, and I eagerly watch as the blood flow slows and stops. Then my smile spreads as a new finger grows in its place. “God, yes, I want that power.”
Adam stopped writhing in pain and looked up at me, recognition in his eyes. “You’re like him, aren’t you? I should have known. You look like him.”
“Him?” I had no idea who he was talking about. “Like Peter? Don’t be insulting.”
“Oh, I’m not trying to be insulting. Are you the little Gray boy?” Now it was his turn to grin, and I could see the wheels turning in his head. “You are, aren’t you? All grown up and a killer just like your daddy.”
“You know my father? My real father?” That makes me take a step back. My knees are shaking, and I almost can’t process what he’s telling me. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Your father made quite an impression on the Company, dear boy.” He wasn’t trying to get away now. He knew he’d offered me bait that was more important to me than his power.
“Gray, his name was Gray too?” That didn’t make any sense. I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and started worrying at it. I wish I could remember my life before Virginia and Martin took me home to Queens, but I couldn’t. It was nothing but a black hole in my mind, and it always had been. Whenever I asked her, my mother would tell me some bullshit or pretend to have a spell to keep me quite, but he knew the truth. I could tell.
“Let me go, Gabriel. We can leave here, and I’ll tell you everything you’ve ever wanted to know about who you are.” I wanted to know. God I wanted it so badly. My fingers looped around the restraints, and I seriously considered doing what he wanted. But the blinking light of the camera stayed my hand.
“I think not. Not yet anyway,” I said, licking my lips and letting the hunger eat at my control. The monster inside of me had to stop me from thinking. I needed it to get what I wanted. Besides he’d live through this, and I’d have plenty of time to make him tell me what I wanted to know.
“Are you mad!?” he snapped when I raised my finger and started to cut into his skull. “I’m offering you the truth!”
“I don’t think I can handle the truth right now, but thanks for offering.” His blood sprayed from the cut, and I had to do it twice to fight his ability. He was healing too fucking fast. “Wish they’d left your hair, it’s a lot easier when I’ve got that to hang onto.”
Finally I had to cut lower than I usually did, across his eyes, so that I could unwrap him like a pudding cup. I had to tear his skin to pry his head open, and I tossed the skull cap into the corner. Judging by how quickly his finger grew back and the rest, I didn’t have a lot of time to play around. I brushed my fingertips lightly over the ridges of his brain, seeking the special spark that made him immortal. It didn’t take long. Adam’s power glowed like a tiny star.
“Mine,” I hissed as I copied the power, making my brain mimic his. My vision fogged for a moment while I balanced all the other abilities to allow space for his. If I lost them all, it would be worth it. The hunger was sated, and I felt so much better than I ever had before. “Thanks Adam, we’ll talk again real soon.”
...to be continued...
Comments to my LJ, please. Thanks for reading.
