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Another Day Another Kill - ficlet

The alley smelled like a combination of cat piss and rotting trash from the Chinese place on the other side of the brick wall. Sylar wrinkled his nose, as he crouched in front of his latest victim. The man’s eyes were wide open, terror etched for eternity on his face, his mouth hanging open in a scream that never shattered the air. Sylar had been too quick, crushing his trachea with a thought, cutting off air to his lungs and blood flow to his brain while ruining his vocal cords to silence him.

With his lower lip caught between his teeth, Sylar began cutting the guy’s skull open. The prey tried to move. Tried to breathe through the ruin of his throat, but he couldn’t get enough air. His vision was going gray, but he did manage to hiss when he felt his skin parting and blood began to trickle down his face and into his gaping mouth.

“The brain feels no pain,” Sylar told him as he grabbed a fist full of the blood matted blond hair and yanked. “Of course the cutting hurts, but you won’t have to worry about that much longer.” The serial killer leaned forward still hunkered down on his heels as he pressed his fingers into the warm spongy mass of his victim’s brain. “Now let’s see how long it takes me to find the surprise inside.”

His vulpine grin spread as his fingers found the sweet spot, the source of the special’s power—power that would now be his. Sylar didn’t need to kill to take a power. “I don’t need to kill to do this,” he told the cooling corpse after he made the adjustments to his own brain to make the power a part of him. “They taught me to do it with empathy, but seriously who has time for that? Am I supposed to make nice with everyone just to take their power? You know what happens after you do it that way? They think you want to be their friend! As if I want a bunch of losers following me around. It’s better this way.”

Sylar stood up fluidly, and held his hand out palm up as he called the moisture from the air until he had a ball of water floating above his hand. It shifted shape, reflecting the world around it like a crystal ball of jelly. He sent it flying into the wall with a splat, moisture running through the grime and graffiti. “This is a nice trick. Can’t wait to see what I can do with it.”


Shadows - a ficlet

Sylar stood in the shadows, watching the man who wanted to be king of the world. He had power. Sylar had more. He had charisma. Sylar had more of that too when he bothered to put on the charm. But this one was weak. His shoulders were slumped. His breathing ragged as he tugged the high collar of his coat about his throat.

“Something bothering you?” the serial killer asked, his voice a thrumming purr.

“They don’t like me,” the other said. “I give them everything. I could crush them beneath my boots. I protect them from the monsters.”

“Like me.” Sylar’s face was split by a vulpine smile that showed too many teeth.

“Yes, like you. They should fear you. They should learn to love me.” The ruler sat with another frumpy sound in the chair that he tried to rule the world from.

“Why? You’re as much of a monster as I am. You’ve killed more than I. You’ve threatened them. You’ve hurt the people they love, but you want them to forgive you and thank you for the world you’ve given them.” Sylar chuckled as he stepped from the dark corner of the room to look out the large window at the sprawling city. One hundred years ago it had been a beacon in the middle of a war torn nation, but now it was shattered as well, buildings twisted and rotting from within and without.

“Yes,” the prince said. “Why can’t they forgive me and love me?”

“Why would you want them to?” Sylar didn’t understand. “You kill because you like it—just as I do. You love their fear—just as I do. You crave the destruction—just like I do. But now you want them to like you? You’re a fool.”

“I want their respect!”

“You want their blind worship!” Sylar laughed harder this time, the sound echoing in the nearly empty chamber. “I’ve watching humanity tear itself apart with no help from me in the past three hundred years, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, which apparently you’re incapable of, is that they do not forget. You started as a monster, and as far as they are concerned you always will be one. Trust me. I know how that works.”

“But you like being the monster. You love them being afraid of you!”

“And so should you.” Sylar paced toward the mockery of a throne and smirked at the man who sat their defeated, clinging to what defiance he could still muster.

“When I used you as the villain, they should have rallied to my cause.”

“That might have worked if you’d been a good guy to begin with, but you’re not. I started out better than you---not that anyone out there knows who Gabriel Gray was—but it was the hope that I could be that innocent man who just wanted to be special to someone again that kept them from killing me on the rare occasions that they caught me.”

“You can’t die.”

“That’s not my point. My point is that you’ve always been the villain. Embrace it. Wrap it around you like a fur coat. Play in the black clouds that surround you, and stop looking for a goddamn silver lining that’s not there. No one loves you, and no one ever will. Enjoy it. Hell, kill them all. Just stop whining about how sad and lonely you are, because you disgust me.”

“I should kill you.”

“You’re already tried. Didn’t take.” Sylar had a sad smile when he remembered Peter Petrelli telling him the same thing centuries ago. “Have fun wallowing in your loneliness. I’m going to see if I can find something special to kill. It’s been too long since I’ve gone dumpster diving in someone’s brain.”


Hungry Like the Wolf - Sylar Fic

Character: Sylar and Peter
Genre: gen with a tiny bit of Slash
Author: sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1380
Rating: R - violence, gore, murder
Notes: It's been forever since I wrote a fic and let Sylar have some fun.

Peter hadn’t noticed him—of course not—he never did, but I could taste his power every time he jogged by. I was in my favorite spot in Central Park, sipping a mocha and eating a bagel while ignoring the pigeons that were surrounding me like a school of mutant sharks, with their missing and extra toes, begging me to drop a precious piece of bread for them to fight over. I licked the cream cheese from my fingers and tossed the last scrap of it to them. I could’ve broken it up, so more of them could share, but it was more fun to watch them squabble over it.

“You’re a dick, you know that,” Peter said. It wasn’t a question. I noticed that, but he was smiling. “One of them might lose an eye, Sylar.”

“It’s all fun and games, Peter until someone loses and eye, and then it’s just fun.” I didn’t remember where that quote was from, but far be it from me to miss the chance to use it.

“I gotta go to work.” He cast me a baleful look before getting up and stretching.
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Character: Gabriel Gray
Genre: gen
Author: sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 567
Rating: G
Prompt: Tell us about your 20 year old self.

“What are you still doing here, Gabriel?” Mr. Wilman asked as I grabbed the heavy box of generic vases from the back of his van.

“I’m helping you.” I’d spent the morning helping him move inventory for his shop from his storage unit, riding in the passenger seat of the van that always smelled of roses and wet leaves from deliveries. I’d learned how to drive in the same van years ago. I was always happy to help Mr. Wilman and the other shop owners in the neighborhood.

“You should be in college.” He let out a heavy sigh and stepped down from the rear bumper, shut the van doors and locked them. His steel gray hair was sticking up like dandelion fluff around his ears, and his face was red from the exertion. “You are too smart to end up fixing watches your whole life.”

I held onto the box of vases while he opened the back door of his shop. It smelled like flowers, and I always thought that it was how a jungle would smell. “Now you sound like my mother,” I told him as I tagged along inside. His son used to help with this, but Thomas had joined the army. He was half a world away. “I know. I should be in college, but I couldn’t go. My mother needs me.”

“Your mother.” I didn’t miss the pause he told while he tried to think of something nice to say about her. I understood. I had a hard time doing that too sometimes especially when I thought about my lack of a future. “She should’ve let you go to UCLA. She should have been proud of you. If my boy had that scholarship, I’d have had a parade.”

Thomas was lucky to graduate from high school, which he did because I tutored him in the afternoons when business was slow, which meant he got a lot of tutoring. But I didn’t mind. I liked the company, and teaching him kept my mind sharp. “I wish she had too, but she’s fragile.”

“She never recovered from your father leaving her, Gabriel.” He took the box from me and set it next to an empty shelf to unpack. “Not that I’m telling you something you don’t already know. I used to talk to Martin about you. We’d talk about our boys, and he wanted you to get out of here too.”

Then he shouldn’t have left me behind when he escaped. I bit the inside of my lip to keep from saying it out loud. “I’m doing the best that I can for her. I sell and fix enough watches to pay our rent, and that’s what’s important.”

“No, Gabriel,” he said, giving both of my shoulders a squeeze. “What’s important is your potential. Don’t forget about that, and I know I sound like her. I do. But unlike your mother, if you ever got the chance to get out of here again, I’d shove you out of the door so fast that it wouldn’t catch you on the ass when I shut it.”

“You’re so good to me.” I had to pay attention to my shoes, because if I didn’t, I’d start to cry. “But I promise, if I ever get the chance to be more than I am right now, I will take it. I’ll runaway, and I will never look back.”

Headcanon - Shades of Gray

In 90% of my RP I break canon at Season 3: Episode 19, Shades of Gray. Up until that point I’m pretty much OK with the story, although I toss out the retcon of Elle/Gabriel from the episode Villains in most cases because it mucks up Sylar’s story too much. I’ve got years of RP based on this canon break on LJ and Twitter. It is the version of Sylar that I prefer to play unless I’m doing a Wall Verse or Five Years Gone Verse with a Peter.

In my headcanon, Sylar meets his father and goes underground for the rest of Fugitives. He does not go to Danko, seeking yet another parental figure to mess with his head. He does not pick up shapeshifting. He doesn’t kill Nathan. He doesn’t lose his mind.

Sylar finally crosses a moral line though when he kills a Priest to take his ability to heal. The guilt of that act forces him to face his demons, and he learns to control his hunger. I have always loved the closet of guilt and sin from Gabriel’s hidden room, and have tried to keep that nagging Catholic guilt as part of Sylar’s core in my RP.

That guilt makes it possible for Angela to get her claws into him again, and she manipulates him into working for (and running) the Company. I have an RP on livejournal called rp_shadesofgray that is based on this headcanon and what Angela did—What Angela Did FANFIC—that has been running for close to four years.

Ficlet - Shackles - Sylar and Future Peter

Character: Sylar and Future Peter
Genre: gen (for a change)
Author: sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 242
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Shackles
Note: for fixthepast who wants this to be canon for our boys.

Pain! I grabbed my throat as the sharp spikes dug into my flesh. The taste of blood filled the back of my throat, and I dropped to the floor in a heap while my regen fought with the blood loss and tissue damage to keep me alive. I clawed at the collar, trying to break the technological terror that kept me shackled to the little shit who was laughing at me—Peter Fucking Petrelli.

The rest of the story...

Ficlet - Shackles - Sylar and Future Peter

Character: Sylar and Future Peter
Genre: gen (for a change)
Author: sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 242
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Shackles
Note: for fixthepast who wants this to be canon for our boys.

Pain! I grabbed my throat as the sharp spikes dug into my flesh. The taste of blood filled the back of my throat, and I dropped to the floor in a heap while my regen fought with the blood loss and tissue damage to keep me alive. I clawed at the collar, trying to break the technological terror that kept me shackled to the little shit who was laughing at me—Peter Fucking Petrelli.

“Make it stop!” I couldn’t talk, so I thought my rage at him as hard as I could while I struggled. “Peter! Fucking stop it!”

“It’ll stop when you stop fighting it, Sylar.” He stood over me, watching me thrash about like a dying fish, floundering in a pool of my own blood. “But it won’t come off. It doesn’t come off until you stop being such an evil bastard.”

I growled—a sound that I was able to make. The device kept me from focusing to use my abilities. I couldn’t break the collar. I couldn’t break Peter’s neck. I couldn’t breathe! I was dying, and I was sick of dying. My knuckles hurt from pounding my fists into the floor until I got my temper under control. The blades retracted, and I gasped for breath as my throat and neck healed. I spat a gob of blood on the toe of Peter’s boots to clear my mouth.

“Oops. Sorry.” I wasn’t sorry. I never would be.

First Kiss and Last - Sylar/Gabriel

Character: Sylar and Gabriel
Genre: slash
Author: sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 541
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Kiss on the neck and Goodbye
Note: Two Ficlets for graylikeme

First Kiss:
I heard the clatter of bowls and humming coming from the kitchen when I came in. Gabe was standing at the counter with flour on his cheek and his glasses slipping down his nose while he read a recipe. He was adorable. My stomach filled with butterflies at the sight of him with his perfect hair out of place and the smudge on his face. He was always so damned neat. Apparently we weren’t capable of letting our hair down until we’d felt someone’s blood and brains on our hands.

“What are you making?” I asked as I come into the kitchen and leaned over his shoulder. There was a bright yellow package of chocolate chips, and my smile grew larger. “I love chocolate chip cookies more than almost anything, Gabe.” Except you. He smelled like vanilla, and I couldn’t stop looking at his lips when he smiled in return.

“I know.” He bumped shoulders with me, then went back to mixing the chips into the dough. “Don’t eat it raw. You’ll get worms.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I was lying. I wanted to grab a big gob of it to munch on, but not as much as I suddenly wanted him. We’d leaned on each other so much. We loved each other, but I had crossed a line along the way. I needed him. So I gave him a quick peck on the temple and then a lingering kiss on his neck. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind.

And the Last:

It was the end of time. The sky was black, and the air was stagnant. We were curled in each others’ arms, huddled on top of one of the one of the few buildings that remained somewhat intact. The rest of civilization was gone. We were alone, and after so many centuries haunting an empty world, we’d lost our sanity and regained it over and over again. There was little food left, and we’d starved to death many times only to return.

Claire had the right idea. She’d jumped into a volcano, letting the heat of the lava destroy any trace of her. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let go of my life, and I couldn’t leave Gabe alone. He’d offered. He said that we could go together, hand in hand, to our deaths. But I was afraid. I’ve always been afraid of dying—of going to hell for what I’ve done.

Now we’d been watching the sun fade, the air thin and waiting for the end for what felt like forever. Even I’d lost track of how much time had passed, but I doubted that he had. We seldom spoke anymore. We didn’t need words. We knew what we felt. We knew what each other was thinking—we always had. It didn’t matter how many powers we’d collected. It didn’t matter that we could do nearly anything. We were immortal. We were powerful. We were the last of our kind, but we had each other.

He hadn’t aged. Neither had I. I brushed my fingers through his thick dark hair and kissed Gabriel deeply. His taste was all I wanted on my lips when the end finally came. “I have always loved you,” my voice cracked from disuse. “I always will.”
Character: Sylar and Mohinder
Genre: Gen
Author: sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 337
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Zombie Apocalypse
Note: for mohindersuresh

I ran through the building, panting, cut, bleeding and angry. My legs were sore, and I wanted nothing more to find a clean, dry, warm place to sleep. But there wasn’t much chance of that—not anymore. There were no safe places, but hopefully there was a way to turn that around.

The building was in better shape than most. Windows were still in place, and there was occasionally a pool of bright light where the florescent bulbs still functioned along my path. I felt powerless, and it wasn’t far from the truth. I didn’t have nearly the powers that I did before. The virus had seen to that. It had also turned most of the normals on the planet into mindless, flesh-craving zombies.

“Suresh!” I screamed as I pounded on the locked doors at the end of the hall. “I know you’re in there! I traced it back to you, you son of a bitch!” I could hear shuffling behind me and a screech. My blood ran cold, and I turned around just in time to send one of the undead crashing into the far wall. My telekinesis wasn’t what it once was, or the fucking things were just that powerful, but it should have been smashed to a sack of broken bones and rotted skin.

“You can’t hide! You have to stop it!” I raised both hands and drove them into the heavy steel doors, using up the last bit of power that I had left to force them open.

“What do you want!” Mohinder screamed at me from a perch high on the wall, his mutated skin was flaking and scales reflected from beneath the curls of dried flesh. “I can’t fix it.”

“Well, then you’ll die trying.” I stumbled through the ruined lab until I was looking up at him. “My powers will regenerate. I’ll regenerate, and by the time they do, you’d best be ready to help me. If you don’t, I’ll toss you out there for your creations to rip apart.”

Headcanon - Peter Petrelli

My relationship with Peter is very complicated, and it changed so much between the run of the show (and through my RP).

Season One:
I wanted the little shit dead. I wanted his power because he had it so easy. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t know how to use half of what he had.

Side Note - Kirby Plaza: I went to Kirby Plaza to stop Peter from destroying New York. I was the only one who could, but of course idiot Hiro would rather stab me than let me be the hero. Fucker.

Season Two: WE NEVER SAW EACH OTHER!! Which was pretty lame since he was my nemesis. Also it’s completely unfair that Peter got the cute Irish chick, and I got Maya.

Season Three: I was a better brother to Peter than Nathan was. I saved his life over and over again. I killed Arthur for him. I’d have died for him. Want to know what hurt the most about Angela not being my mother? It was that it meant Peter wasn’t my brother.

Season Four: I did a bad, bad thing. Not that Nathan didn’t have it coming, but it hurt Peter so much. I wanted to hurt him, because he’d shit on me when I was supposed to be his brother. But I still regret it because I loved him like a brother. Peter was the most important person in the world to me, and I fucked up.

But in my defense I was crazy, and that stupid shapeshifting power really fucked me up.

During the years in Cranium du Sylar (which I think was actually Peter’s head after he first tried to break me out), I did everything I could to get him to forgive me. It wasn’t easy. I didn’t deserve his forgiveness, but it happened.

Basically it comes down to one thing: I would do anything for Peter—anything.

Headcanon - I don't kill kids

Every time I say that, someone always brings up Molly. Think about this one fact: If I wanted Molly dead, she would have been dead. Who was going to stop me? I didn’t run off because the cops showed up. I had time to play with Jame Walker’s power before I left. I knew Molly was under the stairs. I could taste her fear. But I left her alone.

As for my attack on the FBI and LAPD, where I killed a few people who got in my way, I was there for Parkman not Molly. You don’t think that I hovered around, watching the cops when they showed up at the Walker place? Come on I’m an arrogant asshole, who loves to fuck with the cops. Of course I was watching. I knew Parkman was special.

So no, I don’t kill kids. I let Micah go too, didn’t I? Although he was almost old enough for me to kill him if I’d wanted to.

You’re now going to argue about Jackie and Claire. As far as I knew, she couldn’t die. I fucked up when I went after Jackie instead of the real girl who walked through fire. That was a mistake. Claire can’t die, so whatever I did to her to get her power doesn’t really matter. She’d get better.

Headcanon - Why I killed Nathan

I’d been hurt badly by Angela’s lies about being my mother. I wanted her to pay for it by taking away the thing that she loved most. Nathan was the most important person in the world for Angela and for Peter (somewhat important for Claire). So when Peter rushed off to save the girl who can’t die *rolls eyes*, leaving me alone with Nathan, what choice did I have?

There he was. The man who could fly and nothing else left on his own with me—the Big Bad. It was like Peter wrapped him up like a shiny Christmas present, and for what? Wouldn’t it have been better to have Nathan fly off to save the President? Especially since I couldn’t fly…

But no, my only competition goes off leaving me with Big Brother, who he loved no matter what. Peter forgave Nathan EVERYTHING, and he never once gave me a chance. He didn’t even thank me when I saved him from Arthur TWICE. Of course I had to kill Nathan to punish Peter.

Nathan had to die because Peter was a shitty brother to me when we were supposed to be family.

Opinion on the Heroes Reboot

Originally posted by sylar at Opinion on the Heroes Reboot
It’s already been done. The show was called Alphas, and it was awesome. It was also canceled by SyFy which is part of NBC Universal that owned Heroes.

It’s not Heroes without Peter, Sylar, and HRG. I’ve got no interest in it whatsoever. I didn’t watch NBC for years because I was pissed about Heroes. I didn’t start watching until this year for Revolution.

So no thanks. Go yank someone else’s chain and heart strings. You broke mine already when you canceled Heroes and again when you canceled Alphas.

Articles about the possible reboot:

The Mary Sue
Adam Monroe

I spread the files that I took from Bennet’s house on the motel bed. The bright red files, featured the worst of the worse—the ones who were obviously stupid enough to get caught. I noticed there was no file with either of my names on them. The fact that the files were on paper in a cardboard box told me two things: The Company was run by dinosaurs with no concept of computers, and the second, it was a trap. Noah left those files there, hoping that someday I’d pop by to take Claire’s power, and he’d leave me a trail of breadcrumbs to a lovely 10 by 10 with my name on it. Well that wasn’t going to happen.

There were better ways to get what I wanted. Why go after the Level 5 zoo when there was plenty of weaker prey for me to hunt. It’d worked for me the first time around. It’d work the second, and as much as I bitched about starting over, all the killing would be fun.

One of the more interesting files in the pile belonged to a man named, Adam Monroe. Adam was like Claire—and me now—he couldn’t die. But he’d vanished after some plot he’d put together where he’d used the Italian Eagle Scout as his puppet. Want to do something truly evil? Don’t have idiots like Peter Petrelli as your minion. You need someone with a brain, and that person was me. I might not need Adam’s ability, but I could use his knowledge of the Company. To pick his brain—I chuckled—I had to find him.

The report said that Hiro ported him away to parts unknown. Hiro was on my shit list, and I was certain he was on Adam’s. Together we could have our revenge on the annoying little shit and the Company. There was no way that I could get Hiro to tell me where he’d put him. Hell, in my current state, I couldn’t fight Hiro at all. But his little friend, who was normal, would be easy pickings. All I had to do was get Ando alone, and he’d tell me everything I wanted to know.

I left Ando in the bathroom stall. His fingers, toes, legs and ribs were broken. I’d taken my time, using my telekinesis until he’d told me all I wanted know about Hiro Nakamura and where he’d trapped Adam. Hiro was a big mouth, and Ando was a pussy. It’d been easy to get what I wanted.

“Tell Hiro that Sylar says ‘hi’, and I’ll be back for him soon enough.” He was whimpering when I washed the blood from my hands, and I smiled at him from the mirror. Then I shut the blood flow off to Ando’s brain. He’d be out for days, and by then I’d have Adam.

It took me awhile to find the right spot. If I’d still had my super hearing, I’d have been able to find him faster. But all I could go by was the buzzing that always hit me when a special was near. I didn’t bother to be neat about it when I used telekinesis to move the earth from the grave and then ripped the lid off of the coffin.

“Adam Monroe, whatever are you doing in such a terrible place.” I grinned down at him and offered him my hand. “My name is Sylar.”

30 Days of Heroes - Day 20 and 21

Linking to my Tumblr posts because I forgot to post yesterday on here.

Day 20 - Best Siblings
Day 21 - Favorite Female Character

30 Days of Heroes

Usually I really enjoyed the flashback episodes. Company Man and Six Months Ago were epic. But Villains undid some major points in Sylar’s canon. I could easily see Gabriel being suicidal after murdering Brian. But the introduction of Elle into his past mucked things up. We had 2 seasons of Chandra pushing his buttons that drove him over the edge, and then they write in Elle delivering Trevor like a cheap pizza…. It was stupid. It wasn’t necessary for the story either. It was cringeworthy and it cheapened Sylar’s character development.

This episode also neutered Linderman by making Arthur the Big Bad all along. Please, Arthur wasn’t smart enough to control Linderman AND Angela. I don’t care what powers he had.

So other than Meredith, who had a pretty cool back story this episode failed.

30 Days of Heroes

Peter had to grow on me. Season 1 Peter was so naive, and I hated the way he let Nathan throw him under the bus. His family treated him like crap, and I felt sorry for him. He wasn’t prepared for his comic book fantasies to become real.

Season 2 Peter was dumb as rocks and dirt, but I can’t blame the character. The writers fucked him over by having him mind wiped and stupid enough to fall for Adam’s bullshit.

Season 3 and 4 is where Peter came into his own. He grew up. He got a brain. He became the Hero that he was meant to be. He still did stupid shit like leaving Nathan to die at Sylar’s hand. In season 4 he finally got it through his skull that Angela was using him, and he stepped up to save everyone by saving Sylar’s soul. I love Peter IC and OOC.

30 Days of Heroes

I have a mental block on this character. When I think about season 3, I forget he existed. I was in a ficathon once, and they assigned me Luke/Nathan fic, and I wondered why was Nathan fucking Luke Skywalker—then I remembered and threw up in my mouth a little bit. Then I asked for a new assignment because I’d have to claw my eyes out and chop off my fingers if I wrote that.

Luke was a whiny annoying little turd. Why they wrote him into the story is beyond me. Hadn’t they already fucked up Sylar enough at that point? Did he need the teenage microwave following him around like a lost puppy? Just once couldn’t Sylar go on a road trip with someone who didn’t suck? Sylar probably went to bed every night wishing like hell that Mohinder was there annoying him instead.

Micah was already running around being Rebel. Wouldn’t it have been cool for Micah to be the kid in the car with Sylar? He could’ve been doing all his Rebel stuff right under Sylar’s nose while actually helping him find Samson….

30 Days of Heroes

Monica Dawson who was the only good character to come out in season 2 (other than Elle). She was cute. She had the potential to be sassy. She had ties to Micah, who we all know was awesome, and we’d have gotten more Nichelle Nichols out of the bargain. Her ability was different and had a lot of potential. She was young enough to bridge that age gap and give Claire someone to talk to as well, and after they did a nice story about Heroes helping after Hurricane Katrina, she could go to college and hang out with Claire. Wouldn’t you have rather seen Monica than Gretchen?

The aftermath of the hurricane had a great deal of potential for storylines as well. Peter with his medical training could have been part of it as well as Mohinder. I might have to write some fanfic with this plot bunny.

30 Days of Heroes

30 Days of Heroes - Day 15 - Favorite OTP

Because I am a multi-shipper, I have for you my Slash OTP and Het OTP. These links go to my Tumblr, because I'm too lazy to cut/paste today.

Slash OTP - Petlar

Het OTP - Syelle

30 Days of Heroes

30 Days of Heroes - Day 14 - Favorite Quote

"I wasn't begging for my life. I was offering you yours. You are your father's son. So determined, you didn't even notice I stopped the IV. But don't worry, you might actually do some good before you die. Starting with that list."
- Sylar (to Mohinder) (Parasite)

30 Days of Heroes

Dear Ma/Angela,

How about that pie you brought over to Peter’s for Thanksgiving? It was pretty good. Homemade is better, but I realize that Evil Stepmonsters, which is how I think of you now, don’t bake for their children. They might bake their children, but they don’t do nice things for them.

I know you’re going through hell right now. Tell me, please. How long ago did you know I was going to kill Nathan? Long enough that you fed me Bridget on purpose, so I’d have her ability and be able to read Nathan’s memories? Did you play the mommy card with me because of it too, so I’d have a soft spot in my black little heart that belonged to you? I know you’ll never tell me the truth if I asked, and with my lie detection power, I’d be puking by the time you were done spreading your bullshit.

My favorite part in all of this was the look on Peter’s face when I became me again at dinner. It was priceless. I am a bit surprised that the Italian Eagle Scout jumped up to protect you after what you did to him. You made Peter a fucking patsy. He had a right to know that his brother was gone, and guess what, Bitch. The Nathan parts of me hate you for lying to Peter.

That’s right, Angela, Nathan hates you for making Peter think I was him. Hope that gives you comfort at night. You lost Nathan twice. Once when I killed him, and then you lost him again because you abused Peter. It’s a given that I hate you. You are after all the most evil creature to ever live, and I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before Peter pulls his head out of his bleeding heart and sees you for what you are.

He was willing to shoot Arthur, Angela. Pretty soon I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he decides you’re not worthy of his love. I bet you had a dream about that by now too. Then Angela, Mother of Harpies, you will find out what it’s like to be alone in this world just like I am.

Keep my seat warm for me in Hell. I’ll be awhile.



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(All graphics are from FuckYeahElleBishop)

Unlike a lot of people I never saw Veronica Mars, so Kristen was a new actress when I first saw her stroll through the docks of Ireland hunting for Peter. She was wonderful to watch. Elle was obviously psychotic. She was dangerous, and yet Krisiten made her someone likable. Her scenes with everyone were magical.

As for Elle, I have always loved her character. The way she treated Mohinder was hysterical. Her partnership with Noah. Her snarking and sparking at everyone was fun. The way her father treated her was criminal, and I felt so bad for how she was raised. I only disliked 2 scenes with her—the retcon of having Elle be the reason Gabriel turned into Sylar and when Sylar killed her. Sylar/Elle is my favorite het pairing for Sylar.

I’m just now watching Veronca Mars, and I think Kristen is amazing. I can’t see a sloth without thinking about her either.

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Technically Nathan was already dead. I don’t care that Sylar had Nathan’s memories. Memories are not the soul/mind. Parkman couldn’t take those from Nathan before he died, because he was already dead. He shoved Sylar out - sort of - but no matter what Angela wanted Nathan wasn’t really in there.

But this scene hits hard because of poor Peter. He was lied to, cheated of grieving for his brother because of Angela’s lies. (I still can’t believe that Noah went along with it. He’s usually smarter than that.) Peter’s heart is broken. The most important person in his world is gone, and he’s got to face it. He doesn’t want to. He’s angry. He’s hurt, and he goes through all the stages of grief in one episode. It’s powerful and painful.

I felt so bad for Peter. He was the victim here, and he’s got to deal with the guilt of the biggest mistake he ever made—leaving Nathan alone with Sylar at the end of season 3 when Nathan’s the one who should have flown the President to safety, leaving Sylar for Peter to deal with.

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First off I want to say that unlike Maya, Alejandro, Luke and Trevor, who also had stupid powers, I like Emma as a character. I just think they could have done more than psychedelic waves with her ability. Yes, it was pretty. Yes, it was cool that the hearing impaired girl could see sounds, but when did she learn to play cello? If she’d been deaf her entire life, when did she learn to play music like that? The weapon aspect might have been interesting later on, but the entire Pied Piper thing was just stupid. Of course most of Samuel’s *snorts* cunning plan was stupid, so it’s no surprise that they wrote Emma’s power in as the bait to get people to the skeevy carnival.

If you ever have a chance to watch Alphas, a brilliant superhero show that SyFy canceled (Fuckers), you’ll see synethesia done right with Rachel Pirzad. Rachel could read a newspaper from 10 blocks away, but while she used her eyes, she could not use any of her other senses. If she turned on the superhearing, she was blind… Trust me, it was a more interesting than watching Emma and Peter trip out on the pretty colors without munching on shrooms.

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Some of the best moments of season 4 were when headSylar was rattling around in Parkman’s roomy skull. The jokes were twisted and dark, but they were laugh out loud funny.

For awhile I was hoping that Sylar was still in his body, and headSylar was Parkman’s own darkness eating him alive for what he did to Sylar, but sadly I was wrong. But it was still great fun to watch.

Matt Parkman: [to Janice] I did a… I did a terrible thing…
Sylar: Aw, this should be good.
Matt Parkman: I used my ability to push one man’s memories into another man’s head.
Sylar: Yeah - my head! There is somebody out there using my body without my permission…
Janice Parkman: I didn’t even know that you could do that.
Matt Parkman: It was wrong. I know that, but I had to do it to get rid of this really bad criminal.
Sylar: Well, that’s not very nice…
Matt Parkman: [holding his head] Or, or, or at least… just his mind. And now his consciousness is, is rattling around up in here…
Sylar: Oh, there’s so much space.
Matt Parkman: [to Sylar] Will you SHUT UP?

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Future Peter, Future Bad Ass takes no fucking prisoners Peter!!!!

The future versions of everyone else were pretty amazing too, and I love writing fic based on this setting.

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You do not choose your destiny, it chooses you. And those that knew you before Fate took you by the hand cannot understand the depth of the changes inside. They cannot fathom how much you stand to lose in failure…that you are the instrument of flawless Design. And all of life may hang in the balance. The hero learns quickly who can comprehend and who merely stands in your way.

Mohinder Suresh, Nothing to Hide, Season One, Heroes

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The Wall from beginning to end is the saddest hour of Heroes. Sylar is broken, and there’s nothing that he can do to fix himself until Peter arrives. Peter gives him hope. He gives him a reason to be a better person. When Peter gives Sylar a birthday present, I felt their connection snap tight. Peter was ready to forgive Sylar and move on.

I’ve always believed that the story began in Sylar’s head where Parkman trapped them, but when Peter tried to set him free the perspective shifted and it became Peter’s prison not Sylar’s.

I could talk about the Wall and Petlar all day, but I’ll save that for my OTP entry.

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The shame about Hiro was the loss of potential. He had an amazing power. He could stop and twist time, but did he use his power wisely? Hell no. He jumped back and forth in time, stomping butterflies into paste, and never bothered to worry about the damage that he was causing. Every time he went back in time he splintered reality. But did he care? Nope. It was OK as long as he got what he wanted - AND HE NEVER GOT WHAT HE WANTED!!!

What’s even worse is that he saw one of those alternate futures in Five Years Gone, and he pretty much found out that his reality was messed up because Future Hiro kept changing things. But did Hiro learn from Future Hiro’s mistakes? Nope. All he learned from meeting Future Hiro was that he had forgotten how to have fun because he was a bad ass. WTF?

And thus began Hiro becoming the comedy (in someone’s mind) relief of the show. Sure there were infrequent moments where there was a flicker of the season 1 character, but mostly he was stupid and spent more time on his own agenda than helping anyone else.30 Days of Heroes


Sylar is quite possibly one of my favorite characters period. He has been a muse of mine for close to 6 years now. There was something about him—that need of his to matter, to be special—that struck a cord with me. I knew what it was like to be lonely. I knew what it was like to never be good enough, and I can’t say that I wouldn’t do what he did once he got his power up to become the top of the food chain.

I like the bad guys. I always have, but there was something much more to Sylar. He’s smart. He’s funny, and he’s such a wonderful asshole before the butchering of his character because of bad writing. It has never been because Zachary Quinto is beautiful. It has always been because I simply love the complexity and the potential of the character.

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Day 3 - Least Favorite Season - SEASON 2

In which we see the dazzling potential of Season 1 pummeled onto piles of broken glass. It started out OK. Nathan’s journey was good for the character. His partnership with Parkman was great. Parkman/Mohinder and Molly were the most adorable family ever, and it was so sad to see them torn up in Season 3.

Too much time was spent with Hiro in the past. Adam Monroe could have been so much cooler than he ended up being.

Then there were all the new characters. The only ones that I could stand were Monica and Elle. Maya and her idiot brother needed to die before they crossed the border. I’m surprised that Sylar didn’t put his head under the tires of Claire’s stolen car just to get away from them.

I realize that the Writer’s Strike crippled the season, but the strike wasn’t responsible for Maya and Hiro’s adventures in a bad samurai movie.
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30 Days of Heroes - Day 2 - Favorite Season

Day 2 - Favorite Season - One

Like most people, Season 1 is my favorite. Sylar was a son of a bitch. Peter was a dreamer. Noah was a bad ass. Mohinder wasn’t a complete idiot. Parkman deserved better. Niki/Jessica was interesting. Molly and Micah were cute but not annoying.

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Day 1 - Favorite Super Power - Telekinesis

Why do I love it? You can do anything with it. You can hover. You can stop bullets. You can create a shield around your body. You can kill someone by crushing their heart in their chest or simply by turning off the blood flow to their brain. Telekinesis is power. It is control.

It's also a hell of a lot of fun.

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Meanderings of a broken mind

It’s stupid. It’s crazy, but then so am I. If I hadn’t been insane before everyone vanished, I would be now from the loneliness. There’s a big difference between being a solitary creature and being forced into solitude. I’ve been an outcast, the square peg, my entire life, but this is different. My life has fallen into a routine as regular as the clocks ticking around my apartment. The apartment that I reclaimed as my own after so long when I could have moved into another. It wasn’t as if there was anyone to bitch about me squatting, but I wanted familiar. I sure as shit couldn’t go to Virginia’s. The last thing I wanted was to relive her death.

Hers was the worst of all, and it was one of a handful of my twisted fucked up memories that was loud and clear. No, I would not be moving into her place when I ran out of room for clocks and books in this one.

My shop was long gone. In its place was a Chinese take out. Gray & Sons was no more. Gone were the clocks and my beautiful windows. The stink of mildew was still there though under the lingering aroma of Chinese Five Spice and soy sauce.

So I sat in my apartment with the walls covered in books and clocks. The walls were painted red, and I’d left a hand print in the gory paint on the back of the door to remember what I’d done here because of Elle. Because of Noah. Because I was weak and evil.

What kind of fucked up god leaves me to be the last man on Earth? Shouldn’t Peter be the One? Everyone loved Peter. Everyone hated me. Nothing made sense. It never would again. I tried to concentrate on the watch that I was putting together. That was my life—fix a watch, read a book, eat something out of a can, fix a clock, read a book. It was all so futile.

Then there was a sound from outside. There were no birds, no rats or cats or horns. There hadn’t been a sound in years. I put down the watch, knocking a few cogs off the worktable. Normally I’d rush to find them, but not this time. I had to find out where the noise was coming from. I nearly tore the lining out of my coat in my haste to put it on as I raced out of the building and into the street.


1 - A couple of weeks ago I got attacked on Meme Bells about RP talk. It wasn't a ranting Meme. It was a chat for friendly stuff. Someone said that LJ hates RP, I said no they didn't, and suddenly I was being pounded. Whoever the anon was reads my journal a lot. They mocked me for everything I've ever posted on here OOC, and said that I was obviously lying about being a published author.

I didn't think it bothered me, but I guess it did because it took me over a week to get back into writing after this.

2 - Six months ago an Elle on Twitter who RP'd with my Stalker DM'd me asking to IM me. So I said OK and shared info. She's 19, and she spent hours telling me how my Stalker, Shades of Sylar was forcing/badgering her to RP smut in DMs. I didn't want to cause drama, but I couldn't help but be pulled in by this kid's trauma where the 40+ year old psycho was concerned.

My entire group opened up to this girl and her twin, inviting them into our LJ RP and chatting with them on Twitter. They had their own 'verse going on Twitter, and I never tried to become part of it. They already had a Sylar that they RP with, and since they used Twitlonger EVERY tweet, I didn't want to be involved. I figure if you're going to tweet more than what'll fit in 3 - take it to LJ.

This girl also made it very clear that she was not interested in RPing any kind of ERP--which we were all fine with. None of us ever approached her or her group for any type of smut...

3 - A couple of weeks ago, out of the fucking blue, Elle posts a Twitlonger rant that bashed MY RP, my friends' RP and everything we do or play. She was a complete psychotic little bitch. I didn't get mad. I just blinked and wondered WTF? None of us ever tried to RP with her people on Twitter, and when she put up an away notice on LJ months ago...that was that there too. But she still needed to rant about people who had been nothing but nice to her?

4 - THEN I FIND OUT THAT SHE'S RPING WITH THE WOMAN SHE CRIED TO ME ABOUT ABUSING HER. That's right Elle is now RPing with Shades of Sylar who supposedly cyber raped her!!! I have no words for how confusing this is. You're in tears because you're being abused and then you turn around to RP with this person?

5 - I also find out that Shades of Sylar is now DMing people to tell them not to RP with my friends--nothing new here--she's been warning people off of me for years. Something I don't actually do unless I'm asked point blank what the deal is between the two of us.

So there you have it 5 WTF moments of drama for me this year.

Fandom Meme

Your main fandom of the year?
American Horror Story (Murder House)

Your favorite film watched this year?
Snow White and the Huntsman

Your favorite book read this year?
The October Daye series by Seanan McGuire

Your favorite album or song to listen to this year?
Amaryllis by Shinedown

Your favorite TV show of the year?
Person of Interest: This show is amazing. It is the best superhero program on TV. It makes you think.
Continuum: Which you guys can finally see on SyFy on the 14th. It is wonderful.

Your best new fandom discovery of the year?
This year marks the reincarnation of my first fandom, which was Star Trek TOS. I have been sucked in hook, line and sinker. I've also met some really awesome Star Trek fans on Tumblr.

Your biggest fandom disappointments of the year?
American Horror Story Asylum: I wanted to like it, and I don't dislike it because it's done badly. I dislike it because it's too horrific. The Murder House had a heart. There is no heart or soul in the Asylum. I even hate Quinto's character.

Your TV boyfriend of the year?
Chad Warwick, American Horror Story

Your TV girlfriend of the year?
Ruby, Once Upon a Time

Your biggest (fandom) squee moment of the year?
Finding out that I was right about Thredson on AHS Asylum.

The most missed of your old fandoms?
Heroes: I miss the muse for writing fanfic. But I've still got RP.

The fandom you haven't tried yet, but want to?
I pretty much stick my toes into everything at least once. We'll have to see if something new catches my eye.

Your biggest fan anticipations for the New Year?

Borrowed from paynesgrey

Morning Conversations - Dr. Thredson fic

Character: Dr. Oliver Thredson
Genre: Gen
Author: doctor_thredson aka sylar
Fandom: American Horror Story Asylum
Word count: 680
Rating: PG 13
Note: No spoilers really. This is before Thredson gets to Briarcliff. I present a theory about Thredson though. First attempt at the good doctor's voice.

Sunlight made the dew drops on the rose bushes near my front door glitter. I took a deep breath of the morning air, stretching and arching my back, before picking up my newspaper and the bottle of milk that were resting next to the welcome matt. My neighbor, Mrs. Hutchings, waved at me from her front porch. She was wearing a bright green dressing gown with curlers in her honey blond hair. I waved back with a big smile. Mrs. Hutchings was always nice to me. I was after all the eligible bachelor on the block, and she had been a widow for a couple of years. You could tell because her lawn needed trimming. If she had a husband, her yard would look better. Too bad her son wasn’t old enough to pick up the slack.


Thank you for reading. Comments are always appreciated. Sorry about the Captcha. Too much SPAM on LJ.

Darkness Before the Dawn - K/S - 1/3

Character: Spock/Kirk
Genre: Slash
Author: iam_spock aka sylar
Fandom: Star Trek 2009
Word count: 1600
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: Day 4: Write about a character that is having a complete meltdown at an inopportune time. (although we haven't gotten to that point yet in the story.)
Note: This is the follow up to Vulcan Has No Moon. While I was writing the story, I realized that there was a perfect creature encountered in TOS. I'm sure you'll recognize it.

Part One

To be continued…

OOC - I'm Alive

I'm working on a new novel - not for NANO - and it is eating all of my time/words. I'm having a blast writing again after months of writer's block. This weekend once I get to 10K and do some editing, I'll try to write a chapter for my Kirk/Spock fic. I think that's my only ongoing story right now.

Editing while writing will be a new experience for me. Usually I wait until I'm done, but I have made some cringe worthy mistakes in the first draft of the novel that I should take care of now. I also need to come up with a title.


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