Taste Of Your Medicine - Sylar/OFC - Part Three
Title: Taste Of Your Medicine - Part Three
Author: force-oblique
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Cori(OFC)
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: Sylar thought he could just take her power... Well, it was about time he got a taste of his medicine.
Author's Notes:The idea came to me last night and it was just too hilarious not to write a little bit about it! Excuse the crappiness! lol
Crossposted at heroes-sylar & heroes-fic
Written for dana-serenity, whom I humbly thank for her help! =D
Part 1, Part 2
Taste Of Your Medicine - Part Three
His eyes had grown wide the minute he saw the electricity-related torture she had on her mind.
It was happening again, damn it!
It had only happened once or twice before, but it was always unpleasant, unwelcome.
Perspiration,sweat...
Sylar didnt like perspiration not even back when he was called Gabriel and was nothing but a nerdy watchmaker, let alone now that he was a mighty man.
A powerful man like him, perspire?
No, sir!
That’s whay his telekinesis was so handy. He could do anything ,everything without lifting a finger. Well maybe one...
Hence no perspiration.
He hated how she made him feel. With that metal thing in her hand, sending sparks all around the place, electricity to its maximum, no wonder he felt uneasy.
Suddenly his mouth felt sticky.
”Can’t we just talk about this?” he tried and looked into her brown eyes with the loveliest face he could muster.
Cori raised an eyebrow and the way her lips curved showed just how amused she was.
”Now you want to talk, huh? You didn’t strike me as the conversationalist when you tried to kill me...”
Sylar instinctively looked down. Guilty as charged. All he could think of was her power and that he wanted it no matter what it was.
Looking down made him look almost remorseful. Now if she would buy it... He should be that lucky!
”I admit, I was a bit too goal-oriented at that moment!” he said.
She giggled. ”What the fuck? Goal-oriented? Is that another word for homicidal?” she asked him not letting his face out of her sight.
He lifted his head to meet her eyes.
”Okay, what do you want me to do now? Apologize?”
She bit her lower lip almost nervously, expectant.
”Would you?” she asked and brought the electro-shock tool closer to his face, the buzz making him feel comfused and the sparks emitted almost burning his skin.
”Would it make any difference?”
She turned around and stepped inside the room.
”No, not really. You see, once I make up my mind I never change it. ”
”But since you are not exactly the lovable type, I don’t suppose there will be anyone looking for you anytime soon, am I right?” she demanded.
Anger consumed him again and his eyes grew dark.
”I don’t need anyone else. I am Sylar!”
She nodded and giggled.
”Okay, then. No need to hurry this! We’ve got lots of time.” she mouthed putting the tools back on the table and dragging a chair closer to the place Sylar was tied up.
”We might as well get to know each other. I suppose you know my name?" She encouraged him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
He could almost sigh with relief, but he held back. ”Yes, I know your name, Corinne Matthews.”
”Well done!! And I thought I was just another nameless kill to you...” she sounded almost impressed while she faked a pout.
”That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!” she made a small pause before she added.
”Well, not really, but do continue... Why me? How did you find me?”
Sylar rolled his eyes. Did he really have to explain everything to her? Then again, he shouldn’t be testing his luck.
He had just gotten his way out of an electro-shock.
Finally, he gave in.
”Well, your name was on the list of people with powers Mohinder had and it was just your turn...”
Her eyes lit up.
”I was on a list? Get out of here!” she exclaimed and the way she said that almost made Sylar think he was talking to a six-year-old girl rather than a young woman.
”Oh, you were...”
”Really? Must have been the blood test I did a couple of years ago for that Indian, right?” she concluded.
”And how did you get your hands on that list?” she showed interest.
Sylar nodded content.
”Easily! Through Mohinder.”
It just might be fun to have an apprentice.
”And what is he? A moron? You just told him: ’Hey, Mo’ can you give me the list, I feel like killing some?”
”An apprentice? Maybe not, Sylar thought, not if she were that bitchy.”
”No, I just tagged along when he was looking for them.”
”Why was he looking for us? Another psycho killer on my trail?” she mocked him.
”No, Mohinder wants to help.”
”Well, I dont need any help clearly.” she chirped raising an eyebrow. ”I can take care of myself! But you can’t really say the same, can you?” she fluttered her eyelashes like a little girl and approached him caressing his chest.
”Oh my! You get sweaty when you are upset!”
”I am not upset!” he protested and thye fire in his eyes could melt her.
”Sure, whatever!”
Not willing to continue this, Sylar changed the subject.
”So, what’s your story?” He dared ask her.
She glanced at him almost stunned.
”Oh, you want to know my story? Fair enough. The name is Cori Matthews and I am a yoga instructor.” she simply said.
”Oh, you must be very limber then!” he taunted.
”Oh, I am in all sorts of places.Not that this piece of information will be useful to you anytime soon...” she winked.
Sylar opened his mouth as if to say something, but Cori cut him off.
”You see, I know how men think. I understood when I was fourteen and my stepfather tried to force himself on me. He bitterly regretted it!” she said with a sneer.
”I’m sorry” Sylar said and something in his tone sounded honest. It astounded even him.
”No, really. I am! I am not a perv, I’m a killer. I kill for the powers, I’m not interested in anything else. I would never do something like that!!”
She laughed a mocking laugh.
”You would never do anything like that?” she asked him.
”Of course not.” he nodded positively.
”So, what next? You’ll tell me you are all bunnies and butterflies? Do you need a hug?”
”I’m sorry for what you’ve been through...”
She stood up violently and turned her back on him.
”Shut up! Just shut up! You don’t know anything about me! Don’t pretend you understand!”
She turned to face him again and her face was flushed.
”Does this moppy, reverse psychology ever work for you?”
He exhaled giving up. It wasn’t working.
”I don’t know. It’s the first time I try it.” he admitted.
She smiled triumphantly.
”Well, let me be the first to tell you it doesn’t work.It sucks! So, don’t you try this with me again!” she warned him as she headed for the door.
He stirred.
”Hey, wait! What about the chains? Can’t you just untie me? My arms hurt and the drug you gave me makes me feel weak!”
She turned to give him one last look. Uninterested.
”Your arms hurt, huh? Can’t untie you. Sorry. You’d have better luck with that hug, but with all that sweat, I’d say even your chances for that now, are slim to none..."
With that she left, closing the door behind her and leaving Sylar in his dark place.
~ End of Part Three ~
Author: force-oblique
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Cori(OFC)
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: Sylar thought he could just take her power... Well, it was about time he got a taste of his medicine.
Author's Notes:The idea came to me last night and it was just too hilarious not to write a little bit about it! Excuse the crappiness! lol
Crossposted at heroes-sylar & heroes-fic
Written for dana-serenity, whom I humbly thank for her help! =D
Part 1, Part 2
Taste Of Your Medicine - Part Three
His eyes had grown wide the minute he saw the electricity-related torture she had on her mind.
It was happening again, damn it!
It had only happened once or twice before, but it was always unpleasant, unwelcome.
Perspiration,sweat...
Sylar didnt like perspiration not even back when he was called Gabriel and was nothing but a nerdy watchmaker, let alone now that he was a mighty man.
A powerful man like him, perspire?
No, sir!
That’s whay his telekinesis was so handy. He could do anything ,everything without lifting a finger. Well maybe one...
Hence no perspiration.
He hated how she made him feel. With that metal thing in her hand, sending sparks all around the place, electricity to its maximum, no wonder he felt uneasy.
Suddenly his mouth felt sticky.
”Can’t we just talk about this?” he tried and looked into her brown eyes with the loveliest face he could muster.
Cori raised an eyebrow and the way her lips curved showed just how amused she was.
”Now you want to talk, huh? You didn’t strike me as the conversationalist when you tried to kill me...”
Sylar instinctively looked down. Guilty as charged. All he could think of was her power and that he wanted it no matter what it was.
Looking down made him look almost remorseful. Now if she would buy it... He should be that lucky!
”I admit, I was a bit too goal-oriented at that moment!” he said.
She giggled. ”What the fuck? Goal-oriented? Is that another word for homicidal?” she asked him not letting his face out of her sight.
He lifted his head to meet her eyes.
”Okay, what do you want me to do now? Apologize?”
She bit her lower lip almost nervously, expectant.
”Would you?” she asked and brought the electro-shock tool closer to his face, the buzz making him feel comfused and the sparks emitted almost burning his skin.
”Would it make any difference?”
She turned around and stepped inside the room.
”No, not really. You see, once I make up my mind I never change it. ”
”But since you are not exactly the lovable type, I don’t suppose there will be anyone looking for you anytime soon, am I right?” she demanded.
Anger consumed him again and his eyes grew dark.
”I don’t need anyone else. I am Sylar!”
She nodded and giggled.
”Okay, then. No need to hurry this! We’ve got lots of time.” she mouthed putting the tools back on the table and dragging a chair closer to the place Sylar was tied up.
”We might as well get to know each other. I suppose you know my name?" She encouraged him, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.
He could almost sigh with relief, but he held back. ”Yes, I know your name, Corinne Matthews.”
”Well done!! And I thought I was just another nameless kill to you...” she sounded almost impressed while she faked a pout.
”That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside!” she made a small pause before she added.
”Well, not really, but do continue... Why me? How did you find me?”
Sylar rolled his eyes. Did he really have to explain everything to her? Then again, he shouldn’t be testing his luck.
He had just gotten his way out of an electro-shock.
Finally, he gave in.
”Well, your name was on the list of people with powers Mohinder had and it was just your turn...”
Her eyes lit up.
”I was on a list? Get out of here!” she exclaimed and the way she said that almost made Sylar think he was talking to a six-year-old girl rather than a young woman.
”Oh, you were...”
”Really? Must have been the blood test I did a couple of years ago for that Indian, right?” she concluded.
”And how did you get your hands on that list?” she showed interest.
Sylar nodded content.
”Easily! Through Mohinder.”
It just might be fun to have an apprentice.
”And what is he? A moron? You just told him: ’Hey, Mo’ can you give me the list, I feel like killing some?”
”An apprentice? Maybe not, Sylar thought, not if she were that bitchy.”
”No, I just tagged along when he was looking for them.”
”Why was he looking for us? Another psycho killer on my trail?” she mocked him.
”No, Mohinder wants to help.”
”Well, I dont need any help clearly.” she chirped raising an eyebrow. ”I can take care of myself! But you can’t really say the same, can you?” she fluttered her eyelashes like a little girl and approached him caressing his chest.
”Oh my! You get sweaty when you are upset!”
”I am not upset!” he protested and thye fire in his eyes could melt her.
”Sure, whatever!”
Not willing to continue this, Sylar changed the subject.
”So, what’s your story?” He dared ask her.
She glanced at him almost stunned.
”Oh, you want to know my story? Fair enough. The name is Cori Matthews and I am a yoga instructor.” she simply said.
”Oh, you must be very limber then!” he taunted.
”Oh, I am in all sorts of places.Not that this piece of information will be useful to you anytime soon...” she winked.
Sylar opened his mouth as if to say something, but Cori cut him off.
”You see, I know how men think. I understood when I was fourteen and my stepfather tried to force himself on me. He bitterly regretted it!” she said with a sneer.
”I’m sorry” Sylar said and something in his tone sounded honest. It astounded even him.
”No, really. I am! I am not a perv, I’m a killer. I kill for the powers, I’m not interested in anything else. I would never do something like that!!”
She laughed a mocking laugh.
”You would never do anything like that?” she asked him.
”Of course not.” he nodded positively.
”So, what next? You’ll tell me you are all bunnies and butterflies? Do you need a hug?”
”I’m sorry for what you’ve been through...”
She stood up violently and turned her back on him.
”Shut up! Just shut up! You don’t know anything about me! Don’t pretend you understand!”
She turned to face him again and her face was flushed.
”Does this moppy, reverse psychology ever work for you?”
He exhaled giving up. It wasn’t working.
”I don’t know. It’s the first time I try it.” he admitted.
She smiled triumphantly.
”Well, let me be the first to tell you it doesn’t work.It sucks! So, don’t you try this with me again!” she warned him as she headed for the door.
He stirred.
”Hey, wait! What about the chains? Can’t you just untie me? My arms hurt and the drug you gave me makes me feel weak!”
She turned to give him one last look. Uninterested.
”Your arms hurt, huh? Can’t untie you. Sorry. You’d have better luck with that hug, but with all that sweat, I’d say even your chances for that now, are slim to none..."
With that she left, closing the door behind her and leaving Sylar in his dark place.
~ End of Part Three ~