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Characters: Sylar, Alice Shaw
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1150
Prompt: 31/100 #53 Earth![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Notes: Formabetini, how 1961 should have gone down.
Starry Starry Night
Dust clouds filled the horizon, as I took a long drink from my water bottle. It was flat and warm, tasting of plastic. I’d followed them to the middle of Bum Fuck Nevada, to find out what they were up to. Angela Petrelli, her sons, Claire and Noah all together in one place, it was a dream come true. I could kill them all without having to get back in my stolen car. It was the fucking Mother Lode.
I watched as they started digging. Imagine my surprise when they found the first skull. I waited until they’d gone inside for the night talking about Angela’s secrets before I approached. I took my time to touch one skull after another finding out what had happened at Coyote Sands.
“Alas poor, Yorick,” I said to one of the skulls. “Angela was a bad, bad girl. Sneaking off with those boys, and leaving little sister behind to die with the rest of you.” The past unfolds showing me what this place was, why and how all these people died. I smile as I pitch the skull back into the shallow grave, dusting off my jeans and hands. The power Angela’s sister displayed made my mouth water. “So that’s why you were thick as thieves. You were the survivors. Which one of you was little sister?”
I slipped into one of the desolate cabins, pulled out the stash of granola bars I’d hiked across the desert with and had my dinner. Listening while Peter and the others talked. I could hear their voices carrying through the thin air. He’s no use to me anymore, none of them are really. It’s a shame, I’d wanted Peter’s ability for so long, and now he was useless, fucking Arthur Petrelli. Sad to say that Nathan had the only ability that interested me, I already had Claire’s.
When the wind storm hit I was going over my plans to murder the entire Petrelli clan and Noah. Going over the permutations of who should die first, and who should watch all her family die. It was a given that Angela would die last. I owed that lying bitch some pain. Then there was the problem of Claire. I might bury her alive for a few years. That would be fun.
“Looks like someone didn’t die after all.” A slow smile spread over my face, and suddenly the stale dry granola bars didn’t taste so bad. The wind rattled the shutters and nearly lifted the roof. I could almost hear a voice on it, and there was no doubt that I could feel someone’s anger and loneliness carried on it. “Hello Alice.”
The Petrellis were alarmed. I heard and felt their panic levels rising. Gunshots shattered the silence after the sandstorm – of course since Noah was here – and then I heard Mohinder’s voice too. I shivered adding his name to the Murder List. This was going to be so much fun.
I slipped into the shadows when their voices finally stopped and the sounds of snoring started. My feet made barely a sound as I crept across the hard packed sand. I’d decided that Noah had to die first he was the most dangerous of them, and I didn’t want a bullet in the back of my head. I was reaching for the door to the shack he’d gone to sleep in when I felt someone watching me.
Spinning around I saw the gray-streaked rat’s nest of little Alice’s hair. Her eyes were bright and filled with more madness than mine on a really bad day. I cocked my head and stepped towards her slowly. That delicious power was right there waiting for me to take.
“Hello Alice,” I said softly, the lie coming so easily. “I’m Gabriel. I’m Angela’s son.”
“You know Angela? She forgot about me.” Her voice cracked. She wasn’t used to using it. I should be happy she could still speak English. She hadn’t gone too far over the deep end. I was half expecting her to make noises like Nell.
“Yes she did.” I smirk. “She forgot about me too. Gave me up for adoption while she made a family with them.” I point with my chin, while I bite my lip. I can feel my words stirring the anger in her, and the air crackles with energy. I hold my hand out, letting a shimmer of electricity dance over it. “We must be family. I can make lightning too.”
“I can do that.” Alice beamed, and she held out her hand to draw my lightning to her. She clapped her hands like a child and then dashed into the dark as a door opened behind me. I took off after her, my feet churning up the ground between us until I caught up with her. “Shhh Gabriel, don’t let them find us.”
“I won’t, Alice. I wouldn’t dream of letting them see you.” I ducted into the cave that she’d made her home, stepping past books, papers and boxes of food. “You go into town to get food?”
“Yes, but I come back here to wait for Angela. I knew she’d come back for me.”
“Then why are you hiding from her?” Don’t play the logic game with crazy people, Sylar. Are you that bored?
“I don’t know those other people.” She glared at me like I was a total moron. “They might hurt me.”
“They won’t hurt you, Alice.” I raise my hand, sending her careening into the far wall where her skull cracks from the force. She’s stunned when I let her slide to the cave floor. I stalk towards her, using my power to constrict the blood flow to her addled brain, so she can’t use her power on me. “Because you’ll be dead before they ever find out you were alive.”
I let up on the control enough for her to take a deep breath, because I love to hear them scream when I cut them open. Her screams of pain and fear echo through the darkness feeding me almost as much as her power will. The blood trickles down her forehead, slowly staining her matted hair.
Leaning against the cave wall, I wipe my forehead with the back of my sleeve, and wrinkle my nose at the stink of her unwashed flesh. I close my eyes and adjust my brain, making sure that her power doesn’t destroy any of the others I’ve collected. When it clicks into place, my eyes snap open and I step over her corpse, picking up the top of her skull. I send a small jolt through it to kill the vermin living in her hair, and take it back to the camp where I leave it on the hood of Angela’s car.
“There’ll be time to kill you later,” I said as I called the wind to carry me out of the desert.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1150
Prompt: 31/100 #53 Earth
100heroesfics Starry Starry Night for
scifi_musesNotes: For
mabetini, how 1961 should have gone down. Starry Starry Night
Dust clouds filled the horizon, as I took a long drink from my water bottle. It was flat and warm, tasting of plastic. I’d followed them to the middle of Bum Fuck Nevada, to find out what they were up to. Angela Petrelli, her sons, Claire and Noah all together in one place, it was a dream come true. I could kill them all without having to get back in my stolen car. It was the fucking Mother Lode.
I watched as they started digging. Imagine my surprise when they found the first skull. I waited until they’d gone inside for the night talking about Angela’s secrets before I approached. I took my time to touch one skull after another finding out what had happened at Coyote Sands.
“Alas poor, Yorick,” I said to one of the skulls. “Angela was a bad, bad girl. Sneaking off with those boys, and leaving little sister behind to die with the rest of you.” The past unfolds showing me what this place was, why and how all these people died. I smile as I pitch the skull back into the shallow grave, dusting off my jeans and hands. The power Angela’s sister displayed made my mouth water. “So that’s why you were thick as thieves. You were the survivors. Which one of you was little sister?”
I slipped into one of the desolate cabins, pulled out the stash of granola bars I’d hiked across the desert with and had my dinner. Listening while Peter and the others talked. I could hear their voices carrying through the thin air. He’s no use to me anymore, none of them are really. It’s a shame, I’d wanted Peter’s ability for so long, and now he was useless, fucking Arthur Petrelli. Sad to say that Nathan had the only ability that interested me, I already had Claire’s.
When the wind storm hit I was going over my plans to murder the entire Petrelli clan and Noah. Going over the permutations of who should die first, and who should watch all her family die. It was a given that Angela would die last. I owed that lying bitch some pain. Then there was the problem of Claire. I might bury her alive for a few years. That would be fun.
“Looks like someone didn’t die after all.” A slow smile spread over my face, and suddenly the stale dry granola bars didn’t taste so bad. The wind rattled the shutters and nearly lifted the roof. I could almost hear a voice on it, and there was no doubt that I could feel someone’s anger and loneliness carried on it. “Hello Alice.”
The Petrellis were alarmed. I heard and felt their panic levels rising. Gunshots shattered the silence after the sandstorm – of course since Noah was here – and then I heard Mohinder’s voice too. I shivered adding his name to the Murder List. This was going to be so much fun.
I slipped into the shadows when their voices finally stopped and the sounds of snoring started. My feet made barely a sound as I crept across the hard packed sand. I’d decided that Noah had to die first he was the most dangerous of them, and I didn’t want a bullet in the back of my head. I was reaching for the door to the shack he’d gone to sleep in when I felt someone watching me.
Spinning around I saw the gray-streaked rat’s nest of little Alice’s hair. Her eyes were bright and filled with more madness than mine on a really bad day. I cocked my head and stepped towards her slowly. That delicious power was right there waiting for me to take.
“Hello Alice,” I said softly, the lie coming so easily. “I’m Gabriel. I’m Angela’s son.”
“You know Angela? She forgot about me.” Her voice cracked. She wasn’t used to using it. I should be happy she could still speak English. She hadn’t gone too far over the deep end. I was half expecting her to make noises like Nell.
“Yes she did.” I smirk. “She forgot about me too. Gave me up for adoption while she made a family with them.” I point with my chin, while I bite my lip. I can feel my words stirring the anger in her, and the air crackles with energy. I hold my hand out, letting a shimmer of electricity dance over it. “We must be family. I can make lightning too.”
“I can do that.” Alice beamed, and she held out her hand to draw my lightning to her. She clapped her hands like a child and then dashed into the dark as a door opened behind me. I took off after her, my feet churning up the ground between us until I caught up with her. “Shhh Gabriel, don’t let them find us.”
“I won’t, Alice. I wouldn’t dream of letting them see you.” I ducted into the cave that she’d made her home, stepping past books, papers and boxes of food. “You go into town to get food?”
“Yes, but I come back here to wait for Angela. I knew she’d come back for me.”
“Then why are you hiding from her?” Don’t play the logic game with crazy people, Sylar. Are you that bored?
“I don’t know those other people.” She glared at me like I was a total moron. “They might hurt me.”
“They won’t hurt you, Alice.” I raise my hand, sending her careening into the far wall where her skull cracks from the force. She’s stunned when I let her slide to the cave floor. I stalk towards her, using my power to constrict the blood flow to her addled brain, so she can’t use her power on me. “Because you’ll be dead before they ever find out you were alive.”
I let up on the control enough for her to take a deep breath, because I love to hear them scream when I cut them open. Her screams of pain and fear echo through the darkness feeding me almost as much as her power will. The blood trickles down her forehead, slowly staining her matted hair.
Leaning against the cave wall, I wipe my forehead with the back of my sleeve, and wrinkle my nose at the stink of her unwashed flesh. I close my eyes and adjust my brain, making sure that her power doesn’t destroy any of the others I’ve collected. When it clicks into place, my eyes snap open and I step over her corpse, picking up the top of her skull. I send a small jolt through it to kill the vermin living in her hair, and take it back to the camp where I leave it on the hood of Angela’s car.
“There’ll be time to kill you later,” I said as I called the wind to carry me out of the desert.
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Date: 2009-09-03 02:05 am (UTC)From:...Oh my god.
0-0 Vicious though. Like the lines.
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Date: 2009-09-06 07:17 pm (UTC)From:Nice idea. I'm sure Sylar would enjoy a new way of creating a snowstorm like the one he doused his mother with in S1 - and a nice way to start his revenge on Angela... (Though I'll admit I did like the idea of him picking off all the rest of the assembled cast ;)
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