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Day 4 - Do you ever.. maybe sometimes, just for a minute.. wish we were still behind the wall? [livejournal.com profile] empath_peter

It’s 3am. I know without looking at the clock that’s ticking away on my side of the bed. I can see the glow of your clock peeking through your thick hair if I glance at your nightstand. Taking a deep breath, I breathe in the warm scent of your skin, your soap and shampoo. Normally being so close to you will lull me to sleep, but not tonight.

This is my reality now, our reality. We’re in your apartment with its nearly barren walls and sparse furniture. There’s more than there was when I first moved in, but it’s not cluttered like the tiny apartment we shared in my nightmare. You were so happy when you set up a bookcase for me in the front room, and I was thrilled at the big box of used books you bought for me to fill it. You had so many of my favorites. You are so good to me.

But tonight I can’t sleep. There are too many sounds. I can hear your neighbor’s TV and the footsteps of your upstairs neighbor on the ceiling. It’s funny when I was alone I would have killed for any sound other than the ticking of my clocks and my heartbeat. But now I wish it was quiet. All I want to hear is you sleeping besides me.
watchmakersylar: (Murder)
Question - You've mentioned that killing feels good. Which kill was your favorite? The one that actually moved you on some level, excited you most, or was the most coveted ability. [livejournal.com profile] dancingdragon3

I’d love to paint a picture of a kill that you don’t know about, but my favorite hunt was very, very public. There was no power I wanted more than the Cheerleader’s, and I was willing to walk through fire, sleet and Hell itself to get to her. Imagine how excited I was to find her home alone.

Of course they thought I was dead, and with Noah locked up on Level 5 there was no way for them to find out. You’ve got to love that about Angela. It never once occurred to her to tell Claire that I wasn’t dead, some grandmother, huh? Oh sure she got to bitch to future moron Peter about Claire being where she wasn’t supposed to be but whatever. Claire being alone where I could just take what I wanted was Angela’s fault. Thanks mom.

I’ll admit to a bit of overkill though. It’s not as if the little bitch could have saved herself from me. I should have gone right in, grabbed her and ripped her silly little head open. But no…. I had to scare and traumatize her. I wanted to make her suffer for all that Noah and the Company had done to me. I was such a bastard to Claire, and thinking back on it, I might feel just a little bit bad about that. But don’t hold me to it. I’d deny it to anyone’s face especially Noah’s.

The funniest part about it is that she can’t die. Noah’s been chewing on that little morsel of my most evil act ever since he found out I took Claire’s gift. You’d think I popped her cherry or something, which I’m pretty sure grows back like everything else anyway. So I don’t get what’s the big deal.

She can’t die, which is kind of a shame. I don’t care how crazy I was when I killed Nathan. There will never be anything between Claire and me. The thought of it makes me throw up in my mouth.

But anyway thanks to those fine Petrelli genetics, I can’t die.

Best power ever.
watchmakersylar: (WTF Seriously?)
Day 2 - Cake, brains, or ice-cream? from [livejournal.com profile] jaimie_prufrock

Every noise made me jump, and then I had to worry that I was making too much noise. The apartment smelled so good like hot chocolate and warm cookies. When I found myself biting my thumbnail, I grabbed a book to read. It had only been five minutes since I’d checked the cake the last time, and while it smelled good, it looked wrong. It wasn’t rising enough, and I was worried that it might fall which would be worse. I didn’t want to give Peter a chocolate pancake for his birthday, but powdered eggs, along with boxed cake mix wasn’t a very good combination it seemed. Luckily I had four cans of frosting to cover up any mistakes.

Several pages later, and it was time to pull it out of the oven. I didn’t need to set the timer. I always knew what time it was after all, but I did need to grab my oven mitts. The next to last thing I wanted to do after making the cake fall was to burn my hand on the pans. It was pathetic looking. It had barely risen, and it was in fact a bit sunken in the middle.

“Fuck.” I let out a sigh, and looked at the trash where the two cakes I’d thrown out were. This one was the best so far, and it would have to do. Peter would be back from the stupid wall in a couple of hours, and I didn’t have time to try to make another one. “Hope you like frosting, Peter, because there’s going to be enough of it to make a T-Rex’ teeth hurt.”
watchmakersylar: (Ouch)
Day 1 - Do you ever feel bad about killing people? Not so much the act itself, but the other lives it impacts (parents, children, siblings, friends, etc.)? As someone who has lost your mother to a tragic accident, I wonder if you ever feel regret for inflicting a similar pain on others. [livejournal.com profile] game_byrd

***

She was screaming up at me from the floor. Blue tinted electricity crackling over her body. Tears fell from her eyes and dried quickly on her face. Elle was so angry at me that I could taste it. Fear I could understand, but she wasn’t afraid of me. And out of all the people who worked for the Company, she should be.

I was a killer because of her and Bennet. They made me what I was, and if anyone should be pissed, it was me. Except that I kind of liked it too much to be mad anymore. So I didn’t understand where she got off being angry.

I looked at the golden gun in my hand, and then it dawned on me. She was angry that I’d killed her father. She was hurt, and she felt betrayed on some level. Well fuck that Princess, you’re the one who betrayed me first, playing me with promises of pie and more.

Now it was time for me to have what she did. I’d end the Bishop family, and then I could get back on the Petrelli hunt. But I didn’t get far. The cut barely started on her forehead when she blasted me with enough electricity to kill me.

Bitch. Should have killed you first and then gone for daddy.

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watchmakersylar: (Coat of darkness)
1 - Ask me seven questions.
2 - I will answer one a day with a fic, drabble, letter or graphic.
3 - Only the first seven will be answered.
4 - Only one question per person.

Day 1 - Do you ever feel bad about killing people? Not so much the act itself, but the other lives it impacts (parents, children, siblings, friends, etc.)? As someone who has lost your mother to a tragic accident, I wonder if you ever feel regret for inflicting a similar pain on others.

Day 2
- Cake, brains, or ice-cream?

Day 3 - You've mentioned that killing feels good. Which kill was your favorite? The one that actually moved you on some level, excited you most, or was the most coveted ability.

Day 4 - Do you ever.. maybe sometimes, just for a minute.. wish we were still behind the wall

Day 5 - So, what is your all-time favorite comfort food - the food you would pick if there was nothing else left to eat at all?

Day 6 - In Heinlein's Number of the Beast it was postulated that in an infinite universe all fictional worlds existed somewhere/somewhen. If you could travel to any fictional world - which would it be and, given the chance to start with an entirely blank slate, would you be villain or hero?

Day 7 * What book would you take if you were stranded on a desert island?

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