Sylar in a Box

[watchmakersylar]

Characters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: G
Word Count: 308
Prompt: 25/100 #20 Colorless 100heroesfics
How did we get so mean?
How do we just move on?
How do you feel in the morning when it comes and every thing's undone? -- Mean scifi_muses
Notes: This was the start of a role play with eden_sarah_m that you can read here. In the cell at Primatech after Homecoming.

Everything hurts. My mouth tastes like the inside of a cat box, a very dirty cat box. There are so many drugs flowing through my veins that I can barely remember how I got here. I’m in a cage, on display, every few minutes one of them comes back to poke and prod at me.

“Blood sample, Chekov, skin sample, Chekov… if this keeps up, I’m going to run out of samples…” I fall into hysterical laughter as I replay the classic Star Trek episode in my head. The Deadly Years was a favorite of mine.

They pull another trio of blood filled vials from my arm. They even cut off my hair. I don’t know what they wanted with it, other than to make it easier to shove that thing into my skull. “Leave me alone…”

I want to die. I want to kill.

Eyes. There are eyes on me. I look through the heavy reinforced glass of the window and I see her, the skinny little bitch that lived next door to Chandra Suresh. She’s the reason I’m here. That tasty little ability of hers that put me to sleep like a rabid dog, and I can’t wait to make mine.

I can’t do anything though. Not yet. The drugs and the torture have made it impossible to focus. Without focus I’m just like everyone else a nobody in a box. The cold of the concrete floor is creeping into my bones; they haven’t given me a blanket. My feet are bare, I should be surprised I have scrubs on.

“What do you want?” I look up at her from the spot on the floor. I’m too weak to roll over let alone sit up. “Come to see if the monkey’s going to fling his shit on the walls? I don’t even know your name.”

Comments

[eriksselest.livejournal.com]

Stupid Primatech . . . definitely not nice that the cages get less and less accommodating as you go down level by level. Eh - all those jerks got what was coming to them. Didn't they ever hear to never tickle a sleeping dragon?

[1breath.livejournal.com]

No human being should have to live like that.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

They didn't think of me as human. I was an animal in Bennet's eyes. He only kept me alive because they were studying me.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I keep trying to tell people not to poke me when I'm down. But they seldom listen.

[1breath.livejournal.com]

Even studying a fellow human can be done in a humane way. Why there is this persistence on treating people as less than human....

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Because they were afraid of me and rightly so.

[eriksselest.livejournal.com]

Poking can be annoying even when you're not down. I prefer silent observation with good vibes.

[sylar.livejournal.com]

I haven't been human in years.

[zagethe.livejournal.com]

I guess it would depend on your definition of "human".

[mollivanders.livejournal.com]

Great illustration :) Of course, when you're a serial killing psychopath, you can't expect five star treatment! But he's certainly not going to see it that way :)

[sylar.livejournal.com]

Trust me a "don't you know who I am?" rant was in the making.