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Title: All You Can Eat Buffet
Rating: PG - violence
Genre: Gen
Wordcount: 925
Pairings or Characters: Sylar, some soon to be dead kid
Warnings: None
Prompts: Dean: Cas, hold up. What were you going to tell me?
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Picture Prompt:heroes_contest One Shot #19
Notes: Sylar at Sullivan Brothers on a rainy night....
My nerves are frayed. This is my life, surrounded by endless prattle, constant sounds of laughter and occasional screams that aren’t filled with the fear of death, I hate it. The cloying stink of popcorn that permeates everything is churning in my stomach. I want to feel someone’s fear. I want to taste someone’s screams. I need to kill. I need to be free.
But I’m trapped. Trapped by playing the waiting game, playing my part to perfection, as I wander aimlessly about the carnival. They’ve fallen for my act. My big guileless brown eyes and vague smile. My feigned confusion that I don’t know my life from fucking Nathan Petrelli’s.
I’m a master of deception. Did Samuel think I would be a snarling monster? A werewolf howling at the full moon with blood dripping from my claws and fangs. He’s a fool. I’ve fallen for the authority figure before. I can admit it, since I’m only admitting it to myself. I bought into Angela’s bullshit that she was my caring mother, but I’m not so stupid to fall for Samuel’s line.
When I first got here I was lost. I was confused. My life tangled with Nathan’s and Gabriel’s like a ball of yarn that a kitten had worried into a never-ending knot. But when I walked out of the mirrors I knew not only what I’d done, but who I was.
But just like Angela he didn’t keep a good eye on me. He sent his lackeys Lydia and Edgar to watch me. Lydia’s smart. She’s beautiful, and she’s up to something. I don’t think she’s terribly fond of Mr. Sullivan. Edgar doesn’t like me either. He sees me as a rival. I’ll play that game too for a little while, but I have a better plan. I’ll make him like me. I’ll make her like me too. Whatever will the King of the Carnival do if I take his Queen and Knight away from him?
A gust of wind blows the flap of the big blue tent, a spattering of rain drops hit my face, and I close my eyes to enjoy the smell of fresh air. Lightning sends a flash across the sky, rivaling the neon monstrosity of the Ferris wheel. The power vibrates through the air, and I roll a ball of Elle’s power along my fingers. It will always be Elle’s power to me, probably because I didn’t kill her to take it.
The rain picks up. More and more people are rushing past with coats up over their heads as they race to their parked cars. The carnies are closing up their stalls too as the visitors abandon ship.
I see him out of the corner of my eye. One of the noobs, an orphan, Samuel brought in on one of his recruitment drives. I don’t even know his name or what his power is. I don’t care either. No one will miss him.
The kid jumps when I come up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder. He’s cold, shivering in the rain, and his eyes widen when he turns, then relaxes when he sees my face. He’s been told I’m harmless, just like all the others who don’t know who Sylar is. That’s too bad too. It would be more fun if he’d run. I haven’t chased down prey in so long.
“Hi Sylar. Do you know where I’m supposed to take this?” He asks holding up a sign that he’d been wearing advertising the Haunted House. “The rain is going to ruin it.”
“I’ll show you.” I give him the big friendly smile and lead him towards the back of the carnival taking the sign from him. I can tell he wants to dart off now that I’m doing his job for him. Little turd. “The big storage trailer is back here. We can put it in there tonight. I’ll need you to hold the door open. The wind is pretty strong.”
He nods and scrambles to keep up with me. My legs are much longer than his. We pass the line of Technicolor tents and lights, stepping into the outer ring where the carnies live, and I lead him toward the rusted trailer that they use for storage. A clap of thunder shakes the ground beneath my feet, as I swing the sign, the edge of the plywood catching him across the forehead. The rain washes the blood away too fast for me to enjoy it.
“Can’t have that.” I grab his ankles and drag him through the gravel to the space beyond the trailers into a ditch they use for a bonfire. His breathing is swallow as I drop him into the mud puddle at the bottom. Blinking back the rain, I bring my fist down into his face, breaking his nose and cheek. Another flash of lightning shows me the terror in his eyes. Tears of blood run from his eyes as I hold him in place and use my power to crush his brain in his skull. His screams cut off as the light leaves his eyes.
I step back from the sludge of blood and dirt. Raising my hand again I call down a bolt of lightning and incinerate his body so completely his bones pop and crack as the marrow is flash fried. I don’t bother to hide the body. It’ll look like a lightning strike if they look. What do I care anyway? Samuel wants me to be a killer. I’m just doing what he wants.
Rating: PG - violence
Genre: Gen
Wordcount: 925
Pairings or Characters: Sylar, some soon to be dead kid
Warnings: None
Prompts: Dean: Cas, hold up. What were you going to tell me?
Castiel: I learned my lesson while I was away Dean. I serve Heaven, I don't serve man. And I certainly don't serve you for
scifi_musesPicture Prompt:
heroes_contest One Shot #19 Notes: Sylar at Sullivan Brothers on a rainy night....
My nerves are frayed. This is my life, surrounded by endless prattle, constant sounds of laughter and occasional screams that aren’t filled with the fear of death, I hate it. The cloying stink of popcorn that permeates everything is churning in my stomach. I want to feel someone’s fear. I want to taste someone’s screams. I need to kill. I need to be free.
But I’m trapped. Trapped by playing the waiting game, playing my part to perfection, as I wander aimlessly about the carnival. They’ve fallen for my act. My big guileless brown eyes and vague smile. My feigned confusion that I don’t know my life from fucking Nathan Petrelli’s.
I’m a master of deception. Did Samuel think I would be a snarling monster? A werewolf howling at the full moon with blood dripping from my claws and fangs. He’s a fool. I’ve fallen for the authority figure before. I can admit it, since I’m only admitting it to myself. I bought into Angela’s bullshit that she was my caring mother, but I’m not so stupid to fall for Samuel’s line.
When I first got here I was lost. I was confused. My life tangled with Nathan’s and Gabriel’s like a ball of yarn that a kitten had worried into a never-ending knot. But when I walked out of the mirrors I knew not only what I’d done, but who I was.
But just like Angela he didn’t keep a good eye on me. He sent his lackeys Lydia and Edgar to watch me. Lydia’s smart. She’s beautiful, and she’s up to something. I don’t think she’s terribly fond of Mr. Sullivan. Edgar doesn’t like me either. He sees me as a rival. I’ll play that game too for a little while, but I have a better plan. I’ll make him like me. I’ll make her like me too. Whatever will the King of the Carnival do if I take his Queen and Knight away from him?
A gust of wind blows the flap of the big blue tent, a spattering of rain drops hit my face, and I close my eyes to enjoy the smell of fresh air. Lightning sends a flash across the sky, rivaling the neon monstrosity of the Ferris wheel. The power vibrates through the air, and I roll a ball of Elle’s power along my fingers. It will always be Elle’s power to me, probably because I didn’t kill her to take it.
The rain picks up. More and more people are rushing past with coats up over their heads as they race to their parked cars. The carnies are closing up their stalls too as the visitors abandon ship.
I see him out of the corner of my eye. One of the noobs, an orphan, Samuel brought in on one of his recruitment drives. I don’t even know his name or what his power is. I don’t care either. No one will miss him.
The kid jumps when I come up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder. He’s cold, shivering in the rain, and his eyes widen when he turns, then relaxes when he sees my face. He’s been told I’m harmless, just like all the others who don’t know who Sylar is. That’s too bad too. It would be more fun if he’d run. I haven’t chased down prey in so long.
“Hi Sylar. Do you know where I’m supposed to take this?” He asks holding up a sign that he’d been wearing advertising the Haunted House. “The rain is going to ruin it.”
“I’ll show you.” I give him the big friendly smile and lead him towards the back of the carnival taking the sign from him. I can tell he wants to dart off now that I’m doing his job for him. Little turd. “The big storage trailer is back here. We can put it in there tonight. I’ll need you to hold the door open. The wind is pretty strong.”
He nods and scrambles to keep up with me. My legs are much longer than his. We pass the line of Technicolor tents and lights, stepping into the outer ring where the carnies live, and I lead him toward the rusted trailer that they use for storage. A clap of thunder shakes the ground beneath my feet, as I swing the sign, the edge of the plywood catching him across the forehead. The rain washes the blood away too fast for me to enjoy it.
“Can’t have that.” I grab his ankles and drag him through the gravel to the space beyond the trailers into a ditch they use for a bonfire. His breathing is swallow as I drop him into the mud puddle at the bottom. Blinking back the rain, I bring my fist down into his face, breaking his nose and cheek. Another flash of lightning shows me the terror in his eyes. Tears of blood run from his eyes as I hold him in place and use my power to crush his brain in his skull. His screams cut off as the light leaves his eyes.
I step back from the sludge of blood and dirt. Raising my hand again I call down a bolt of lightning and incinerate his body so completely his bones pop and crack as the marrow is flash fried. I don’t bother to hide the body. It’ll look like a lightning strike if they look. What do I care anyway? Samuel wants me to be a killer. I’m just doing what he wants.
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Date: 2009-10-28 11:34 pm (UTC)From:BLOOD!
VIOLENCE!
SYLAR!!!
WHEEEEEE!
I hope the show end up like this :D
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Date: 2009-10-29 12:20 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-29 12:25 am (UTC)From:*hypnotized*
*drools on keyboard*
*snaps out of it when electrocuted*
I'm sorry, what were you saying?
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Date: 2009-10-29 12:29 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-29 12:32 am (UTC)From:*hands them over on a silver platter*
*curtsies like a dumb girly girl*
Is there anything else you require, Sylar?
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Date: 2009-10-29 12:33 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-29 12:36 am (UTC)From:Thanks, Boss.
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Date: 2009-10-28 11:56 pm (UTC)From:I however think this is awesome!
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Date: 2009-10-29 12:19 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-29 01:28 am (UTC)From:But I loved it, hon! :D
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Date: 2009-10-29 01:31 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-29 12:12 am (UTC)From:An interesting theory that Sylar is still inside his own body, hiding and waiting.
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Date: 2009-10-29 12:20 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-29 12:37 am (UTC)From:I like the way you think Sylar. It's so devious
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Date: 2009-10-29 12:38 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-29 01:04 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-29 01:37 am (UTC)From:That was badass >D
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Date: 2009-10-29 01:41 am (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-10-29 04:16 pm (UTC)From:And, I love your 'current mood'!!!
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Date: 2009-10-29 04:25 pm (UTC)From:I love my mood theme, and one of these days I will find out who did it to give them credit. :)
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Date: 2009-10-30 05:19 am (UTC)From:The detail was ... awe inspiring. A word painting. A gruesome one. But I really liked the bit about taking the queen and the knight. Chess references! \o/ Queen the most powerful piece on the board. It's hard to win without them.
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Date: 2009-10-30 05:24 am (UTC)From:Thank You :)
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Date: 2009-11-07 04:36 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-11-07 07:16 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-11-08 05:21 pm (UTC)From:I sure hope I'm right about Sylar.
:)
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Date: 2009-11-09 03:34 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2009-11-10 03:16 am (UTC)From: