heroslayer | Entries tagged with verse: second chance

1. Killer by the Hoosiers

it's alright to scream
i'm screaming too,
why'd you think i do these things i do?
for shadows haunted me like ghosts,
so i became what i feared the most

2. Evolution by Korn

and i'm sorry that i don't believe
by the evidence that i see
that there's any hope left for me
it's evolution--just evolution

3. Fear of Dying by Jack Off Jill

i'm not afraid of being sick
i'm more afraid of being well
i'm not afraid--put the gun in my hand
i'm just afraid it will hurt like (hurt like) hell

4. Half Jack by The Dresden Dolls

it's half biology and
half corrective surgery gone wrong
you'll notice something funny
if you hang around here for too
long ago in some black hole
before they had these pills to take it back
i'm half jill and half jack

5. Hero by Darren Hayes
ladies and gentlemen, listen up please
i don't want to be your hero
(no, i am not open parts of me are broken)
do yourself a favor--save yourself
don't pick me find someone else

6. The Difference Between Medicine and Poison by Circa Survive
well don't call me by my full name
and all this is temporary
it feels much better to know that you won't feel a thing
well don't talk about it;
write it down but don't ask for help
when i can't be honest with even myself
did you ever wish you were somebody else?

7. Psycho Killer by The Talking Heads
you start a conversation you can't even finish
you're talking a lot, but you're not saying anything
when i have nothing to say, my lips are sealed
say something once, why say it again?

8. Animal I Have Become by Three Days Grace
i can't escape myself
so many times i've lied
but there's still rage inside
somebody get me through this nightmare
i can't control myself

9. Inside Out by Eve 6
the tick tock of the clock is painful
all sane and logical
i want to tear it off the wall
i hear words and clips and phrases
i think sick like ginger ale

10. Insanity by Oingo Boingo
i am the virus, are you the cure?
i am morally--i'm morally impure
i am a disease and i am unclean
i am not part of god's well oiled machine

11. Push It by Garbage
this is the noise that keeps me awake
my head explodes and my body aches

12. Forty Six and 2 by Tool
i choose to live and to
lie, kill, and give and to
die, learn, and love and to
do what it takes to step through

13. Indestructable by Disturbed
every broken enemy will know
that their opponent had to be invincible
take a last look around while you're alive
i'm an indestructible master of war

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 466 (with lyrics)

1. Read.
2. Go for a walk and people-watch. They don't call New York the city that never sleeps for no reason--you'd be amazed how many people are awake in the middle of the night.
3. Work on a couple of projects I'm toying with at the moment.
4. Watch him sleep.
5. Or, assuming he's not asleep, sex is always an option.
6. Browse Wikipedia. You have no idea how much I've learned on nights where I can't sleep and I'm bored.
7. I don't do it as much as I used to--fortunately or unfortunately, take your pick--but I hunt, sometimes, still.
8. Go out and get coffee at iHop.
9. Go to bother Claire.
10. As ridiculous as this is going to sound? I play video games. They're a good way to kill time.
11. Find some ice cream or soup.
12. Depending on what time it is, I watch television. I've learned that turning on the TV after 2am is usually a bad idea, though, unless I want to get stuck watching infomercials or reruns of Fear Factor.
13. Take a shower.

Current Mood: weird

Sylar's not sure what wakes him in the first place.

His first thought is that it's the sounds of the city, but he's quick to dismiss it, as his ear is still pressed firmly to Mohinder's chest, his heartbeat and his breathing sweeter than any lullaby. His next is that, perhaps, someone has broken into the apartment and he's experiencing some sort of sixth sense of not being alone, but even when he pulls away from the geneticist he doesn't hear anything. Finally, his mind drifts to the notion that--well, actually, there's nothing else he can come up with to explain why he's suddenly and fully awake, and so his mind just drifts.

For a long time, he contents himself to watching the other man in the dim light coming in off the windows, mind blank. It's a favorite pastime of his, something that whittles away at the hours until the geneticist comes awake, something he's done since even before he and Mohinder were an item, and usually it suits him. Usually, but tonight, after what he gauges as an hour or so of letting his eyes dance over his sleeping face, he grows restless.

He frowns, fingers brushing a stray curl out of the Indian's face, lightly--so feather-soft, in fact, that Mohinder barely stirs--and then he slips out of bed. He's not sure where he's going or what he's doing, though, and so he pads into the living room aimlessly, coming to stand among headstones of cushions and wood in this graveyard of unoccupied furniture. It's a morbid way of thinking of it, he knows, but it seems so true, and for more than just the way the light's falling on the couch.

( No one, save them, has been here in months. )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 1052

You don't know how they do it, but they always seem to know when you and Suresh have been fighting. It doesn't make sense, you think, because you didn't leave a mark on him (not this time), but they know. They know and they all edge away, moving to further corners of the loft or shifting in their seats uncomfortably, like they can see the killer in you, just below the surface. And while normally, you can deal with it because this is who you are and you still don't like them much, you can't today.

Instead, you just plow down the aisle they've created with their bodies as if they were making modern art, heading for the balcony. Ted tries to stop you. He's the only one who understands what you are and doesn't care (your only friend), and usually it's a good thing, but not today. Today, you just swat his hand away, viciously, when he tries to put it on your shoulder to stop you. He huffs at you, mumbles something under his breath that you can hear but not make out for the grumble in it, and stalks away to make angry faces at Parkman.

Guilt races through you, its icy fingers on your spine and hot breath on your face, but you ignore it. You're tired of trying to please people. You just want to let the rage flow, for once. Strong and warm and perfect, like it used to be. Like you used to be, before Suresh. And so you don't even bother with an apologetic look as you storm out to the roof, and no one tries to stop you again.

( It feels good, you think. )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: Second Chance
Word Count: 1118

The weathermen, Sylar knew, were expecting snow to come of the dark clouds that had been steadily sweeping in over the course of the last few days. Not surprising, he thought, considering New York had seen flurries, a week ago, and it was getting to be just about time for the first real snowfall of the season. But then again, it also wasn't surprising that they were dead wrong. Meteorologists had a knack for inaccurate predictions, he'd learned, and they didn't understand the whims of mother nature like he did.

He could feel the static building in the air, raising the hairs on the back of his neck, a herald to the war chorus of impending lightning. He could hear thunder growling in the clouds, so low and distant that he was sure no one but him would ever be able to make it out. Oh, the weathermen were right, a storm was coming, but it would be rain that fell from the sky, not snow. And he damn well intended to be inside, when it started.

( Judging Suresh's apartment too far away to even be remotely reachable before the rain hit, he ducked down an alley. )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: Second Chance
Word Count: 1376

Mohinder, he's realized over the course of their conversation, looks tired. He can't say he blames him, figures that three fractured ribs and a handful of cuts and bruises would do that to anyone, but it's just a revelation he's had. And the one that comes to him immediately afterwards is that he should let Suresh sleep, but he doesn't want to go. He's enjoying their conversation too much, for starters, and even beyond that, there's one question that's been burning in his mind since he came in, earlier.

"Still think you can save me?"

Suresh just looks at him for a moment, casually knowing. "I don't think that's up to me." And when all he can do is quirk his eyebrows at the geneticist, he clarifies, "I can say whatever I want, but you need to listen first, don't you?"

He still doesn't understand, though, and he pulls back from where he's been leaning at the Indian's bedside to look at him, bewildered. The distance he's put between them doesn't seem to make what he's saying any clearer, however, and so he asks, "You think I don't listen?"

"I didn't say that." Mohinder shakes his head, or tries, anyway. Pain makes him stop, makes him bite back a wince, and when it passes, he makes mental note not to try that again before continuing. "I said it was your choice, not mine."

He offers the other man a noise that he hopes passes for noncomittal. "I'm not sure there's much left to save, Mohinder."

And again, Suresh gets that knowing look he still hasn't decided whether he hates or lives for. "I'm not so sure about that, but I'm not going to press you."

Silence falls between them for a moment, as he turns that over in his head, Mohinder's eyes still on him. He doesn't understand. He's killed so many people and Mohinder knows it - has been victim to it, Chandra more than half a year gone now - and the geneticist still thinks he can be saved. He doesn't understand, but he needs to, and so he starts, "Can I just ... ask you something?"

"Of course."

"You sound so sure," he starts, tone one of wonder. "How can you be?"

Suresh smiles. "Faith."

"In what?"

"In you." In five years time, when Sylar - Gabriel - looks back on his life, he'll be able to say that two words changed it forever. And all because Mohinder Suresh trusted him.

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Verse: Second Chance
Word Count: 413
Note: Mohinder's dialogue was not written by me. Credit for that goes to my fiancee.