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Not on the Shoes - Sylar
Jul. 18th, 2009 06:18 pmCharacters: Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R for language and violence
Word Count: 962
Prompt: 22/100 #78 Where?![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Notes - follow up to Mercy Killing
Not on the Shoes
When I’d left the food court after my little mercy killing, I hadn’t expected to find someone worthy of my attention, but as I walked back into the mall proper I’d seen him. He was wearing an ID tag from the video store next to the Sears. I didn’t know what his ability was yet, but I’d find out soon enough.
My dark haired boy went back to work, and I started my job. I could have waited for him to get off of work, but it was hours until closing. Besides I was in the mood for something a little more fun. I went into the shop next door. It was a one of those trendy running shoe stores where the shoes are so expensive that they should give you blowjobs for the price. I sat back and let the clerk bring me half a dozen pairs of shoes until I found a pair I liked.
To reward him, I followed him to the small storage area behind the counter and snapped his neck with a flick of my wrist. After taking his keys and access card, I slid his corpse into the corner and covered him in a pile of shoeboxes. I put on his name tag and referee’s shirt before going back into the store. I sold quite a few pairs of shoes before closing just to keep busy.
I locked up, keeping half of my attention on the video store and my prey. I heard my boy say good bye to the rest of the staff and lock up the store. I grinned as we both pulled down the security gates at the same time. I waited for him to come out into the back passage before locking the rear door of the shoe store.
“Hey,” I smiled at him. “I’m new. Can you show me where the trash compactor is?”
“Sure.” He barely looked over his shoulder as he led the way. He had a few bags of trash to get rid of too. “They made you close tonight too?”
“Yeah I hate closing, but Sean had to go home early. They called me in to sub, and I don’t know this mall,” I said, pulling the sweat drenched fabric of my stolen shirt from my spine. My prey was sweating too. It was quiet. I could hear the air conditioning as it tried to fight the heat that filled the maintenance tunnels of the mall. They didn’t have enough units to cool the sprawling building properly. The vaulted sales area was frigid as a witch’s tit, but here in the secluded passages that the employees and security used it was like a balmy night in Florida without the promise of a Mojito.
“Trash is down this way. It’s not far from the employee parking lot.”
“Thanks. I’d be lost without you.” He didn’t know I was hunting him. It’s more fun when they don’t catch on for awhile. Wearing the black and white striped shirt, he didn’t even see me as a human being. I was just another faceless retail drone with a pile of empty cartons to take to the dumpsters in the docking bay.
“No problem.” He shoved open a heavy door at the end of the corridor, and I followed him deeper into the maze.
On a whim, and because I wanted to see what he could do, I sent a small blast of electricity through the wall with a brush of my hand. It shorted out the primary power turning off all but the emergency lights in the tunnel.
“Shit!” I said sounding desperate. “How are we supposed to find the way now? We should just leave.”
“We’ll be fine. I know the way and it’s not that dark.” He turned back to look at me, and I saw a sheen in his eyes that wasn’t normal at all. Good boy Sylar you win the big prize. It was his eyes that were different. I love it when I guess right.
“You think you know your way around here?” I asked as I let the boxes slide to the floor.
“Sure. It’s not that dark, and I know the way.” He looked at me and cocked his head. “Or you could leave the shit right there.”
“Or I could kill you, and use the cardboard to soak up the blood. That sounds like fun, don’t you think so?” I smiled stepping towards him. I heard his heart skip that beat. The one that tells me they believe me. He stared at me, eyes wide until I sent a blast of electricity arcing down the hall the way we’d come. “I’ll give you a head start. Run!”
My dark haired boy ran. I didn’t give chase for a good two minutes. I could hear him panting, taste his fear and panic. It wouldn’t be hard for me to find him, and I wanted him to think he was getting away. When I finally decided to follow, I sprinted down the corridor, around several corners until I found his hiding place.
“Should have run outside,” I said with a grin as I yanked the dumpster he was hiding behind away from the wall with my telekinesis. He whimpered, scrambling on his ass deeper into the shadows and gunk that covered the ground where the dumpster had been. Raising my hand I dragged him up the wall until we were eye to eye. “You have such pretty eyes. You can see in the dark can’t you?”
“Yes,” he gasped and wet his pants.
“Hey not on the shoes, I just killed Sean for them.” The screams started as I began to cut open his skull. “Try not to bleed on them either if you don’t mind.”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R for language and violence
Word Count: 962
Prompt: 22/100 #78 Where?
100heroesfics Of course, some people do go both ways.....Scarecrow
scifi_muses Notes - follow up to Mercy Killing
Not on the Shoes
When I’d left the food court after my little mercy killing, I hadn’t expected to find someone worthy of my attention, but as I walked back into the mall proper I’d seen him. He was wearing an ID tag from the video store next to the Sears. I didn’t know what his ability was yet, but I’d find out soon enough.
My dark haired boy went back to work, and I started my job. I could have waited for him to get off of work, but it was hours until closing. Besides I was in the mood for something a little more fun. I went into the shop next door. It was a one of those trendy running shoe stores where the shoes are so expensive that they should give you blowjobs for the price. I sat back and let the clerk bring me half a dozen pairs of shoes until I found a pair I liked.
To reward him, I followed him to the small storage area behind the counter and snapped his neck with a flick of my wrist. After taking his keys and access card, I slid his corpse into the corner and covered him in a pile of shoeboxes. I put on his name tag and referee’s shirt before going back into the store. I sold quite a few pairs of shoes before closing just to keep busy.
I locked up, keeping half of my attention on the video store and my prey. I heard my boy say good bye to the rest of the staff and lock up the store. I grinned as we both pulled down the security gates at the same time. I waited for him to come out into the back passage before locking the rear door of the shoe store.
“Hey,” I smiled at him. “I’m new. Can you show me where the trash compactor is?”
“Sure.” He barely looked over his shoulder as he led the way. He had a few bags of trash to get rid of too. “They made you close tonight too?”
“Yeah I hate closing, but Sean had to go home early. They called me in to sub, and I don’t know this mall,” I said, pulling the sweat drenched fabric of my stolen shirt from my spine. My prey was sweating too. It was quiet. I could hear the air conditioning as it tried to fight the heat that filled the maintenance tunnels of the mall. They didn’t have enough units to cool the sprawling building properly. The vaulted sales area was frigid as a witch’s tit, but here in the secluded passages that the employees and security used it was like a balmy night in Florida without the promise of a Mojito.
“Trash is down this way. It’s not far from the employee parking lot.”
“Thanks. I’d be lost without you.” He didn’t know I was hunting him. It’s more fun when they don’t catch on for awhile. Wearing the black and white striped shirt, he didn’t even see me as a human being. I was just another faceless retail drone with a pile of empty cartons to take to the dumpsters in the docking bay.
“No problem.” He shoved open a heavy door at the end of the corridor, and I followed him deeper into the maze.
On a whim, and because I wanted to see what he could do, I sent a small blast of electricity through the wall with a brush of my hand. It shorted out the primary power turning off all but the emergency lights in the tunnel.
“Shit!” I said sounding desperate. “How are we supposed to find the way now? We should just leave.”
“We’ll be fine. I know the way and it’s not that dark.” He turned back to look at me, and I saw a sheen in his eyes that wasn’t normal at all. Good boy Sylar you win the big prize. It was his eyes that were different. I love it when I guess right.
“You think you know your way around here?” I asked as I let the boxes slide to the floor.
“Sure. It’s not that dark, and I know the way.” He looked at me and cocked his head. “Or you could leave the shit right there.”
“Or I could kill you, and use the cardboard to soak up the blood. That sounds like fun, don’t you think so?” I smiled stepping towards him. I heard his heart skip that beat. The one that tells me they believe me. He stared at me, eyes wide until I sent a blast of electricity arcing down the hall the way we’d come. “I’ll give you a head start. Run!”
My dark haired boy ran. I didn’t give chase for a good two minutes. I could hear him panting, taste his fear and panic. It wouldn’t be hard for me to find him, and I wanted him to think he was getting away. When I finally decided to follow, I sprinted down the corridor, around several corners until I found his hiding place.
“Should have run outside,” I said with a grin as I yanked the dumpster he was hiding behind away from the wall with my telekinesis. He whimpered, scrambling on his ass deeper into the shadows and gunk that covered the ground where the dumpster had been. Raising my hand I dragged him up the wall until we were eye to eye. “You have such pretty eyes. You can see in the dark can’t you?”
“Yes,” he gasped and wet his pants.
“Hey not on the shoes, I just killed Sean for them.” The screams started as I began to cut open his skull. “Try not to bleed on them either if you don’t mind.”
