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heroslayerHe can't see. Blind. There's glass in his eyes still, from where the bitch fucking threw it at him, and he knows that if he could get a minute, he could force it out, either through his healing or more violently, through telekinesis. He could have his sight back so easily, if he could just get Claire off his back--literally--but he's not having much luck and he can't say the panic he's fighting is helping much. He's always been afraid of losing one of his senses.
"Get off me," he snarls, reaching up to grope for some kind of handhold. Her hair. His fingers through one of her eyes. He'll take whatever he can get, and what he gets is lucky, coming up with a handful of curls, which he tugs at, viciously.
She doesn't so much as hiss in pain, and he remembers belatedly that she can't feel it, anyway. "What's the matter, Sylar," she quips, digging her nails into his throat as he thrashes and she tries to hold on, "not enjoying our blind date?"
He growls, not capable of much more than that at the moment, and throws himself up against where he thinks the nearest wall might be. He judges the distance wrong, wall closer than he thought, and they both slam into it hard, robbing them of their breath for an instant, before he spins, slamming her against it, trying to get her off his back. And, thankfully, her hold on him falters long enough that he can step away, the sound of her sliding down the wall unnaturally loud in the absence of his vision.
Not expecting her to stay down, however, he turns immediately, and holds up a hand, sparks lacing between his fingers like spiderwebs. He might not be able to aim, but he still wants to be able to defend himself, if she decides to try and attack him again, before he manages to get the glass out of his eyes. She doesn't, and suddenly, he can see again, slivers of glass slipping down his cheeks like tears; he grins down at her, both of them still breathing hard.
She moves to get up and he pumps her full of enough electricity to down her before lowering himself into a kneel so that he can wrap his fingers around her throat. She comes to struggling, and the corners of his lips jump higher, twisting into a smirk, before he raises a single finger to slice her eyes, returning the favor, knowing that they'll grow back. She never screams--she can't feel it like he could the powdered glass she'd gotten in his eyes, earlier--but that's fine. The blood is enough for him.
And when he's sure he's without her sight, if only for an instant, he leans in to put his mouth near her ear. "What's the matter, Claire? Not enjoying our blind date?"
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 482
Note: Claire is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
girl_ofsecrets and is used with permission.
"Get off me," he snarls, reaching up to grope for some kind of handhold. Her hair. His fingers through one of her eyes. He'll take whatever he can get, and what he gets is lucky, coming up with a handful of curls, which he tugs at, viciously.
She doesn't so much as hiss in pain, and he remembers belatedly that she can't feel it, anyway. "What's the matter, Sylar," she quips, digging her nails into his throat as he thrashes and she tries to hold on, "not enjoying our blind date?"
He growls, not capable of much more than that at the moment, and throws himself up against where he thinks the nearest wall might be. He judges the distance wrong, wall closer than he thought, and they both slam into it hard, robbing them of their breath for an instant, before he spins, slamming her against it, trying to get her off his back. And, thankfully, her hold on him falters long enough that he can step away, the sound of her sliding down the wall unnaturally loud in the absence of his vision.
Not expecting her to stay down, however, he turns immediately, and holds up a hand, sparks lacing between his fingers like spiderwebs. He might not be able to aim, but he still wants to be able to defend himself, if she decides to try and attack him again, before he manages to get the glass out of his eyes. She doesn't, and suddenly, he can see again, slivers of glass slipping down his cheeks like tears; he grins down at her, both of them still breathing hard.
She moves to get up and he pumps her full of enough electricity to down her before lowering himself into a kneel so that he can wrap his fingers around her throat. She comes to struggling, and the corners of his lips jump higher, twisting into a smirk, before he raises a single finger to slice her eyes, returning the favor, knowing that they'll grow back. She never screams--she can't feel it like he could the powdered glass she'd gotten in his eyes, earlier--but that's fine. The blood is enough for him.
And when he's sure he's without her sight, if only for an instant, he leans in to put his mouth near her ear. "What's the matter, Claire? Not enjoying our blind date?"
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 482
Note: Claire is
girl_ofsecrets and is used with permission.
