Fic: Forces That Create, PG-13
Title: Forces That Create
Author: eriksselest
Characters: Ensemble
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: The prompt is bloodstains . . . probably going to be a small amount of gore. Also, it covers through the end of the show . . . some drabbles may be a bit AU.
Word Count: 680
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes or its characters.
Prompt: Drabble #25 - Bloodstains at heroes_contest
Author’s Note: Hope you all enjoy the drabbles! =)
Peter stood on the stoop of his house a little woozy. He could hear the slam of the car door behind him as Nathan began to walk towards his kid brother. Nathan just sat on the stoop, eye-level with a bruised Peter.
“So what happened, Pete?”
“Jacob said that he was going to throw Stephen’s gym shoes into the rafters of the auditorium!” Peter rambled out quickly, “I had to stop him! Stephen gets picked on everyday, Nate . . . “ Peter whimpered as he trailed off.
Nathan smiled and clapped Peter on the shoulder. “You did good, Pete.” Nathan moved to wipe a small amount of blood from Peter’s swollen lip, “But we have to teach you how to dodge a left-hook.”
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Hiro and Ando stared intently into the arcade machine screen. Their bodies stayed still as their hands dexterously worked in a systematic manner smashing the buttons on the console. Their characters jumped, kicked, and punched with animated gusto as their Slusho’s were left untouched on either side of them. With a final keystroke Hiro landed the KO blow on Ando’s character, the screen filling with cartoon blood and a victory dance.
“YATTA!” Hiro cried triumphantly as Ando slumped into his seat and drank up the melted remains of his Slusho with a frown.
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Elle looked into the Level 5 cell with a frown. The burnt remains of the prisoner held there were being wheeled out by some medics. Small bits of his clothing remained stuck to the cement slab, still smoldering.
Bob walked up behind Elle to retrieve her. “Elle, I have a new assignment for you. Time to come upstairs.” Elle remained in her spot; eyes glazed as Bob walked away knowing Elle would bound after him.
“He didn’t even bleed, Daddy,” she said just above a whisper as she turned and walked up the heavy cement steps.
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Edgar looked at his blades, washing the blood of Officer Lubbock from them. Never so often did he have this task than at this point in time. He had been relegated to Samuel’s hit man. Never would this have been proper when Joseph was alive. Ever since that joke of a man, Sylar, Nathan, whatever-the-hell his name was had arrived into their family Edgar was being sent out to kill at Samuel’s whim to try and coax the monster out of the broken man and protect their family. With a heavy sigh, Edgar lobbed one of his blades at the wooden frame of the tent he was in. In the distance Sylar was being welcomed into Lydia’s camper with open arms and a wry smile.
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Through the years Adam found blood to become more and more meaningless. He could generate gallons with just a few cuts and he would live because he was curst. Living ten different lives and bleeding out time and time again was a death sentence unto itself. He was lucky if Hiro felt from Kaito’s death a fraction of the pain Adam bore through the years. It has been said that one sign’s the Devil’s contracts in blood. In that case, Adam was under his employ for eternity.
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Noah blinked as he watched Claire’s hand heal before his eyes around the glass shards. It was finally time. She had manifested. Anxiousness grew within him; there was no way in Hell he was going to just hand his Claire-bear over after all that he’d seen. Noah clutched her, pulling her into a tight hug as his thoughts processed. Claire’s arms flailed ever so slightly as Noah’s chest and arms cut off her breathing.
“I love you, Claire-bear!”
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Sylar smiled as the redness dribbled down his fingers, slowly making its way down his wrist. Such deliciousness in his grasp. His hunger was finally being satiated after what felt like so long. The chattering he could hear was muffled because at this point in time he only had one purpose.
Sylar licked the redness from his hand slowly savoring the sweetness of every drop. “A hamburger has never tasted so good” he thought with a smile.
Cheers!
~Sel^.+