watchmakersylar | Brotherhood of the Wolf - Shared Fic with graylikeme

The thing was an abomination, an aberration, an affront to all that I had become. It mocked my power. It mocked me. It consorted with puppets and more than likely slept with a tin foil hat to prevent alien anal probes, or perhaps to encourage them? It needed to be put down. Ripped apart by hands, teeth and claws until it’s nothing but hamburger. It wears my face. I can’t wait to tear it off and feed it to him.

My hands are shaking as I send for Gabriel. I want my brother’s help with this hunt. The two of us, running like wolves to bring down the short bus version of us. The thought of it makes my blood sing, and the hunger purrs knowing that I’m going to let it out very soon.

“Gabriel, brother, it’s time for us to hunt.” I port to the shop. I know that Gabriel will be there. It’s our haven, where we go when one of us is hurt or pissed off. I know he wants to kill as much as I do. The thought of dipping my fingers into the Short Bus Sylar’s brain has me smiling as I appear.

Current Mood: infuriated
Current Music: Famous - Puddle of Mudd

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The stench is overwhelming. I wrinkle my nose and try not to step on anything disgusting. Unfortunately it'd be somewhat of a miracle to manage that. People can actually live like this, knee deep in cats and shit? It's even more unbelievable that this mockery of us would choose this as his nest, with a girlfriend, no less.
Makes my eyes sting to stand here, so I move quickly over to my brother.

"I don't think there's anything here other than a lot of cats. And I need fresh air if we're going to search further for the bastard." I open the door just enough to let some air in and let some cats out. Seems a fair exchange to me. "What kind of a demented creature is he? This seems even worse than what you told me, he's truly mental to be living in this shithole." Literally.

"Let me look around a little bit more." I step over the mess as best as I can. When I can't I use my telekinesis to move cats and shit out of my way. The bedroom might give me the clue I need to finding them.

It's small and cluttered. There are stuffed Muppets on the bed, Kermit the Frog and Elmo. The Muppets are posed like Elmo is giving Kermit head. "Nice."

In the laundry pile I find at least a dozen t-shirts from 6 Flags Great Adventure. When I touch the shit on the top of the pile and read the past, I can see them on a roller coaster.

"I know where they are."

I only peek through the door, not inclined to go into the bedroom. It smells like old sweat and sex, something I can detect even above the scent of the cat piss. Makes me sick, the muppets only adding to the disturbing atmosphere. My brother holds the shirt he's found up and I arch an eyebrow. "Excellent."

It means that there might be a challenge, places like that are always crowded, though there is a possibility of hiding away in unexpected places, behind the scenes of some of the least popular rides. I wonder if there's a fun house filled with mirrors there, it would be such a suitable place to kill an imposter. But the scenery doesn't matter. It'll be fun, no matter what.

"Always wanted to go there." Him and his obviously psycho girlfriend are hunted and they don't even know it.

"I like the mirror idea." I smile at him. "I caught the image. That would be great. Too bad they didn't go to some little carnival, but this will be fun. He doesn't know there are two of us."

We make our way out, into the blessed fresh air. I leave the door open and take a few moments to break all the windows too. "Might as well set the cats free. I'd burn the place, but I don't want to hurt them."

Great Adventure wasn't hard to find. I flew us over the walls invisibly, and set us down behind one of the more popular rides. "If there were less people, I'd try to listen for his voice."

"We'll have to wait and watch." I scan the crowd, trying to imagine where such a sad shadow would go. Somewhere thrilling to forget the stench of cat awaiting him at home, perhaps. Maybe he was hunting at well, killing right here at the park, his girlfriend killing them with bad poetry while they die slowly at his inept hands. How senselessly cruel.

"Oh, look. There's a map over the park over there, brother. Perhaps you can try you tracking skills on that?" I'm eager to find them and eager to get started, the Hunger flaring at the thought. Never mind that it'll be the first time for me, I'm sure I'll be far better at it than the warped mirror image of us could ever hope to be.

"Did anyone tell you that you're brilliant?" I say with a grin as we head over to the 'you are here' map. There were dozens of rides. I knew from the memories I'd stolen that the more dangerous they were the more they'd like them.

Calling on Molly's gift, I traced my finger over the map, knowing that Gabriel would watch my back. I could feel the excitement growing in him, and it was getting harder to distinguish between his need to kill and mine.

"This is going to be so much fun. I can't wait to rip his brain out and play volley ball with it."

"Nitro?" I glance from the map and towards where that rollercoaster is. Either they were waiting in line or they were already on it, having the 'thrill of a lifetime', if the hype on the map was anything to go by.

I head towards it, knowing that my brother wouldn't be far behind. A few drops of rain hit me, the sky is beginning to darken. It's very appropriate, very right for the occasion. Up ahead, people are screaming, not because of a murder spree, but because they've volunteered and even paid to be frightened.

"Do you feel him yet?" I think I can almost sense him, an annoying gnat of a buzz in my ear. It's making my head ache. God, how annoying.

It's not long before I think that I catch a little glimpse of him as well, up ahead.

"It's like a bug crawling over up my spine." It makes my skin crawl. Now that we're close I can almost taste him. The bond, that thread that we all share makes me want to puke. I don't want to have anything to do with him. I need him dead.

"I can hear him." I tilt my head, the rain spattering down on us. I wish for a moment that I could still control the weather. A downpour would clear out the park, let collateral damage. Sometimes it surprises me that I care about that. I've changed so much. "They're on the ride. They're giggling like idiots."

I make a face. "Of course they are. How do you want to do this?" There's no question about the fact that the crazy poet girlfriend has to die as well. She'd be a witness, something we don't want. It'd be doing the world a service in that case as well, her poetry must be hellish, enough to make even a Vogon scream.

"Sneak up behind them, rip them into a dark corner and have at it?" Like wolves, tearing them asunder. It excites me, makes the Hunger rise. I can feel him through the connection we share as well, there's a loop of the urge to kill inside both of us. Especially now when the prey is so very close. "I'd love that."

People are moving past us, it's really starting to pour down. I don't mind getting wet, not really. "Grab and port them somewhere safe?"

"That's a good idea. The porting." I scan the crowd, I can't help myself. The hunger is in full heat, and it's looking for something to snack on. The odds in a crowd this big is that there is another special here besides the three of me/us.

"I also like the idea of ripping him to shreds here so they find him." I tilt my head back and look at the ride. "I could fly us up there, and we could kill him on the ride while it's going. Death at however many miles an hour."

I do like his idea. It sounds dangerous and messy and right now a little mess would be very acceptable. The thought of it makes my blood rush faster through my veins, my need to do this flaring. "Oh yes. Let's do that. Get them now."

I step close to him, wrapping my arms around him, trying to not feel like fucking Lois Lane. He's so far from Superman, there's no boring moral issues, no goody two shoes attitude. And thank God for that. "Up and away, big brother."

His excitement is enough to make me laugh as I take off. I don't miss the Lois Lane image either, but I don't snicker about that.

As we get closer I can feel the chaos of the other's broken mind. He is so very wrong. There is so much chaos that I don't know how he can chew gum and walk. I feel like we're going to after Bizarro. Maybe we are.

"There." I see them in the car of the roller coaster. There are three other couples riding behind them. As we land in the empty seat at the back of the car, I reach forward and start teleporting the innocent out of the way. "No witnesses."

The roller coaster is moving fast, but so is my brother, getting the witnesses out of the way very efficiently. Climbing into recently emptied seats, we move forward, the process repeating until we're right behind them. I can catch the stench of cats from the both of them, even here, even with the air rushing past us. I can also feel the bond, the buzz of connection making me feel sick. I don't want to be connected to him, it needs to stop.

I glance over at my brother. Two of them, two of us. We didn't discuss a plan, but it's an unspoken agreement that he gets to take out the other Sylar. Which means that the girlfriend is all mine. She could, of course, be teleported away, but what's the fun in that?

I'm waiting on his move.