Sylar - Gabriel Gray

Letter #9 - to someone I wish I'd met - Leonardo da Vinci



Dear Leonardo,

You were the greatest thinker, inventor and dreamer to have ever been born. Whenever I read one of your journals, I am awestruck by your brilliance. Your need to understand, to explore and know rivals my own. So few people recognize your greatness as more than the painter of the Last Supper and the Mona Lisa, but they should.

I wish I could have met you and picked your brain. To speak with you about science and engineering would have been a dream come true.

Sadly while I could time travel back to meet you, sir, I cannot. Unlike many of my contemporaries with that ability, I know the dangers of causing a change in history that creates yet another alternate reality is not acceptable. My curiosity will have to be sated reading your many journals. Luckily I have no trouble reading your backward mirror image writing.

Most people think of Einstein as the great brain, but for me, Leonardo, that title is yours.

Sincerely,
Gabriel Gray

The Letter Blog

( Some of Leonardo's works )

Character: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 442
Rating: PG for implied violence and some swearing
Prompt: Desmond: Ah good old subject sixteen. He repainted my room you know... with his blood. scifi_muses
Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.

Dear Whatever the Fuck Your Name is,

I wanted to let you know that it’s nothing personal. I don’t know your name. You’ve never done anything to insult nor injure me or mine. You’ve simply got something I want. As I follow you from the chemistry building to the parking lot, I can hear you humming along with your iPod, and I wonder if you even know that you’re special.

It’s early, the sun’s just hitting the horizon, and in a normal world, it’d be much too early for someone like me to hunt and kill. Your average serial killer would wait for the cover of darkness, but I’m anything but average. I also don’t feel like following you home. I’m not in the mood for a long hunt. I’m in the mood for want, take and make mine what is yours.

So like I said before, it’s not personal. No hard feelings. You won’t have to worry about me going after your roommates or your family. Unless of course they’re special, in which case all bets are off, because if they are, what they have will be mine someday too.

No, don’t go into the Student Union. Go to the parking lot. I don’t want to sit around while you connect with friends at the Starbucks or whatever the hell you’re going to do there.

Fuck. Could you be anymore inconsiderate? I have places to go, other people to kill you know.

Fine. Whatever. I can get some tea and a cookie or two. I’ll watch you, and if I’m lucky you’ll do something special, so I can find out what it is you do.

Oh great three of your little friends. I swear to God if they go home with you, and I have to watch you doing some sorority shit all night until you go to bed in your Hello Kitty pajamas to kill you, I won’t make it pleasant.

And could you drink your coffee any slower?

You are really starting to piss me off.

Finally, you’re ready to go. Wasn’t it nice of me to hold the door open for you? I want to thank you for offering to show me the quickest way to get to the library, and for not screaming too loud when I pinned you to the side of that god awful sculpture they have next to the art building. The blood splatter was a nice improvement if you want my opinion.

Thanks for the new power, Heather. I’ll be sure to leave your ID tucked in your bright pink backpack so they can identify you when they find your body.

Sincerely,

Sylar

The Letter Blog

Character: Sylar and Gabriel
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 393
Rating: G
Prompt: Mallory: You make everyday feel like kindergarten. for scifi_muses
Notes: Letter Blog entry - worked as a post on the Muses too.

Dear Gabe,

I wanted to share with you some of my favorite memories of growing up with you. There were the bunkbeds of course, where we’d trade off every other month who got to sleep on the top bunk. Keeping that a secret from mom was so much fun. Keeping any secret from mom was an accomplishment worthy of high praise.

I remember slugging Santa Claus when he made you cry at Macy’s. No one makes my brother cry, which I haven’t out grown apparently because I still want to punch Elle’s lights out. Yeah I know, you know I’d rather kill her for hurting you, but I let her live because you asked me to.

Trick or Treating as Superman and Batman was great too except when I tripped on my cape and fell down the steps. You were the only one who didn’t laugh at me, and you helped me find my glasses. When you shared your candy with me because mine ended up on the floor I knew I had the best brother of all time.

There are so many times in my childhood when I pretended I had a twin, and I love putting you into those memories now. For me, the longer we are together, the more real they become. If we can come from alternate timelines and be together now, there’s no reason we can’t say we did those things growing up.

But hands down, little brother, I am a much better driver than you. I can’t believe you failed your driving test. I do need to teach you to drive. I’ll do that when we’re on our road trip this month. Yes, I’ll let you drive the Mustang. I trust you with her as I trust you with my heart and soul.

It used to bother me that you call me ‘Brother’ instead of Sylar, but I think I understand that now. A brother is something we both wanted more than anything, and that makes it a precious thing. I also think you say it the way Westley told Buttercup, ‘as you wish’.

Esme is doing something she shouldn’t, so I’m going to send this now. I hope you remember to check your email at the Shop. I know how you get when you’re working too hard.

As you wish, little brother, as you wish.

Sylar

For graylikeme

The Letter Blog

Dear Me,

God damn you are fine.

I want to do bad, bad things with you.

All My Lust,
Sylar

The Letter Blog

Here's the challenge, each day for the next month, write a blog in letter form to the following people:
Day 1 — Your Best Friend Peter the Wall
Day 2 — Your Crush Me, myself and I
Day 3 — To My Parents Samson, Virginia and Angela
Day 4 — to my brother Gabriel
Day 5 — Your Dreams Samson
Day 6 — a Stranger Prey on campus
Day 7 — to a former love No names for this one.
Day 8 — an internet friend Scully
Day 9 — to someone I'd like to meet Leonard Da Vinci
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to Scout
Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to Isaac Mendez
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain Noah Bennet
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you Peter the Wall
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from Liz
Day 15 — to the person you miss the most Virginia Gray
Day 16 — to someone in another state or country Molly Walker
Day 17 — to someone in your childhood Danny
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be Me again
Day 19 — someone who pesters your mind - good or bad Meme writer
Day 20 — someone who broke your heart Elle Bishop
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression Lydia
Day 22 — to someone I'd like to give a second chance to Peter Canon
Day 23 — to the last person you kissed Gabriel
Day 24 — to the person who gave you your favorite memory Gabriel
Day 25 — To Someone Going Through the Worst of Times Angela Petrelli
Day 26 — The Person I Last Made a Pinky Promise to Gabriel
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day - Sandra Bennet
Day 28 — to someone who changed your life - Parkman
Day 29 — someone you're afraid to tell the truth too - Virginia
Day 30 — to your reflection in the mirror - Gabriel to Sylar

Third times a charm, maybe I'll finish this one. I should post the TV meme. I had that all charted in advance, but got distracted. I'm such a magpie.