heroslayer: (a black flag sticker on a cadillac)
The dirt crept in from all corners of the tiny stockroom, alive and angry, whipping around him with enough force to strip skin from bone. He threw up a hand, not quite sure whether he was trying to throw Samuel out of the room, break whatever hold he had over the filth, or to shield his face, but either way, it wasn't quite enough. The sting persisted, the air moving too fast to gather enough breath for a yell of pain, and then the world slid out from under him.

He woke up what felt like hours later, eyes opening to the sight of familiar delicate rice paper dividers, separating his part of the upstairs loft of Sullivan's from the rest of the world. He shifted, pulling himself into a sit, and the dividers shifted aside as if on cue, Lydia entering from one of the other rooms, her hips rolling seductively with every step. He let her move to him and she knelt down on the bed next to him, fingers brushing over renewed flesh with interest.

Careful touches became something more, broken by swatches of dialogue -- he was broken (lonely) and she could see it all -- and in the interim, when his lips were on hers, he claimed her power as his own. It wasn't that hard really, much easier than borrowing Elle's ability had been, but wanting to prove her wrong nevertheless, he closed her fingers around her throat. And despite her claims that he'd lost something vital over the last few months, that murderous spark, he could still feel her fear.

ExpandOn any other day, he might have smiled; now, though, he just recoiled away from her and the truth, gathered what little clothing she'd managed to strip from him, and moved out of the room. )


Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 995
Note: Samuel is [livejournal.com profile] offering_hope and all mine to use and abuse. Lydia is [livejournal.com profile] youneed_tosee and is used with love and permission. And, for the record, the carnival is a biker bar in this verse.
heroslayer: (do you feel anything at all?)
Claire didn’t want to be there when they brought Sylar out; she wasn’t sure that was something she wanted to see because she didn’t want to be there when Nathan faded away and became nothing more than a memory. Still, Edgar had convinced her that she should be there. It took a bit of cajoling but he managed to convince her to meet with Samuel.

So, wearing Nathan’s jacket over her clothes, she went in search of Samuel with an Edgar shadow lingering behind her. Finding the man near the House of Mirrors, she wet her lips with a nervous flick of her tongue as she got closer to him. “Hi,” she murmured, glancing back at the knife thrower before looking at Samuel once more. “You wanted me?”

"I did," Samuel answered, nodding. "It's time to wake him up -- Lydia's bringing him along now -- and I thought a familiar face might help. No matter what the circumstances."

"You know he might not be really happy to see me, right?" She arched a brow at him, wrapping her arms around herself as she glanced around to see if Lydia and 'Nathan' were approaching.

Expand"That's why we're doing this here." )


Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 3350
Note: Samuel is [livejournal.com profile] offering_hope and is all mine to use and abuse. Edgar is [livejournal.com profile] right_handman and is used with love and permission. The use of Lydia is not directed at any specific muse.
heroslayer: ([5yg] lead with a microphone)
“You don’t think we’re a bit old to be going to a carnival?” It was a simple question, maybe a touch hypothetical, tossed at her biological father in a rather flippant manner as she walked along beside him. Tilting her head, Claire studied Nathan Petrelli with an assessing gaze as the sounds of bells, laughter and other cheerful noises continued to dance around them.

She would have never guessed he’d come to these things willingly but it had actually been him who suggested checking out the carnival near her university. She had thought about telling him no but it was rare that he would actually offer to spend time with her and so she took it because she didn’t know when the offer would come again.

Taking another bite of her corn dog, she waited for his answer.

"Ma seemed to think the same thing," he replied, casting a glance over his shoulder to watch as not the first group of teenagers they'd seen that night meandered by, talking and laughing loudly. He couldn't say he didn't feel old, given the fact that this place seemed to be overrun by people younger than his daughter, but well. "I don't know -- I thought it would be fun."

ExpandThat and when he'd seen the poster, he'd almost felt compelled to come. )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 2818
Note: The use of Lydia is not aimed at any specific journal. This is also a companion piece to this fic, going through what happened to Nathan!Sylar while he and Claire were separated -- that's why the beginnings are the same. Based on this picture.

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