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Title: It's Monday isn't it?
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thewatchmaker
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Pairings or Characters: Sylar
Word Count: 290
I needed coffee. Needed it badly enough that I wasn't paying attention to my environment. It was sloppy. It was stupid. And because of it I was caught in a difficult situation. They'd come into the Starbucks looking like any of a million wage slaves who haunted the concrete canyons of Los Angeles. A man and a woman, gray suits, dark glasses, and I should have really paid attention to the guns they had tucked under their jackets.
Now that same pair had me pinned in the corner beneath an ugly poster for Kenyan Roast Dark. My coffee was spilled all over the floor and everyone else in the cafe was scrambling to find a way out. With one bullet already burning in my shoulder, I raised a trembling hand to call on my power.
"Don't do it Sylar!" the woman shouted at me. She pulled off her dark glasses to show eyes that glowed a bright ruby red. "We've got orders to bring you in alive. Don't make us disappoint the Company by bringing back your corpse."
Against the pain of the burning in my injured arm, I looked into the woman's brain to see what it was that made her tick. "You're a fool if you think I'll come easily. Show me what you've got. I doubt you can hurt me."
"I know you're fast Sylar," she said smiling brightly. The red light in her eyes glittered as she started calling up her power. "But I don't think you're faster than me." Twin beams of crimson light shot out of her eyes shot towards me cutting into my knees and knocking me off my feet. "Light trumps telekinesis."
I hate it when someone's right other than me. "Bitch."
Author:
thewatchmakerRating: PG
Genre: Gen
Pairings or Characters: Sylar
Word Count: 290
I needed coffee. Needed it badly enough that I wasn't paying attention to my environment. It was sloppy. It was stupid. And because of it I was caught in a difficult situation. They'd come into the Starbucks looking like any of a million wage slaves who haunted the concrete canyons of Los Angeles. A man and a woman, gray suits, dark glasses, and I should have really paid attention to the guns they had tucked under their jackets.
Now that same pair had me pinned in the corner beneath an ugly poster for Kenyan Roast Dark. My coffee was spilled all over the floor and everyone else in the cafe was scrambling to find a way out. With one bullet already burning in my shoulder, I raised a trembling hand to call on my power.
"Don't do it Sylar!" the woman shouted at me. She pulled off her dark glasses to show eyes that glowed a bright ruby red. "We've got orders to bring you in alive. Don't make us disappoint the Company by bringing back your corpse."
Against the pain of the burning in my injured arm, I looked into the woman's brain to see what it was that made her tick. "You're a fool if you think I'll come easily. Show me what you've got. I doubt you can hurt me."
"I know you're fast Sylar," she said smiling brightly. The red light in her eyes glittered as she started calling up her power. "But I don't think you're faster than me." Twin beams of crimson light shot out of her eyes shot towards me cutting into my knees and knocking me off my feet. "Light trumps telekinesis."
I hate it when someone's right other than me. "Bitch."
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