fic: Fear for Christmas
Title: Fear for Christmas
Author: faded_facade
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Peter, HRG, Claire, Angela
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: But don't you see? Fear has brought us together. That's the magic of Xmas. -Fry from Futurama
Summary: Sylar and Elle plan a Christmas gathering for everyone. Too bad for them, it's a hellish one.
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, might have sold my share by now if I did.
A/N: Written for a challenge at sylelle_chall. Um, it's definitely not a typical Christmas fic at all. It's a little bit strange, a little bit dark, and possibly humorous. And thanks to my rocking beta, dragynflies
Originally Posted: 12/6/2009 ( here)
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
We knows if you've been bad or good
So don't even think about fighting for goodness sake
"There, all finished," Elle gloats as she puts down a pen.
"How many did you make?"
"Um..." Elle trails off as she counts the cards on the table. "Enough for what you want to do."
Sylar smiles darkly. "Good."
"Do you think this will work?"
"Oh, it will work."
---
Elle smiles as she finishes place setting the table. Every fork, spoon, and knife in its rightful place with a neatly folded napkin placed on top of the fine china plate.
"This looks wonderful," comes a voice behind her.
Elle whirls around. "Good, do you know how long it took to fold those napkins perfectly? And you know what, those ungrateful people won't even appreciate it."
"They'll learn to appreciate it."
"They better!" Elle sidles up to Sylar, her hands lightly grasping his sides. "I think I'm gonna go change so I can look more presentable when everybody arrives. Think you can handle the crowd?"
"You know how I do with lots of people around," he smirks as he looks down at her.
Elle smiles. "That's what I'm counting on." Her hands drop and she leaves the room, but not before grabbing a duffel bag off a chair.
He watches her leave, a look of amusement on his face. His look of amusement turns to concentration as he looks back at the table, surveying the place settings and the name cards laying by each plate. After making a few last minute switches, he smiles with satisfaction. Just then, if he strains hard enough, he can hear the sound of footsteps and muffled voices outside.
"Hey Elle, I think our guests are arriving."
"Be ready in a minute!"
Sylar gives a cursory glance at the door and his right index finger twitches ever so slightly. The sound of a heavy bolt sliding across a door to unlock it echoes throughout the room. He then steps around a corner and hides in the shadows where Elle joins him.
They can hear the door groan as it's being swung open and the voices are now loud and clear.
"Wait, so you got one of those invitations too?"
"Do you know who sent it?"
"Three guesses and the first two don't count."
"You guys...I don't like the looks of this."
The voices all stop when they see a spectacularly set table in front of them. A long table with a dark crimson table cloth that can only remind them of rich fresh blood, sparkling silverware, and a magnificent unlit candelabra placed in the middle of the table surrounded by two floral arrangements. Burnt floral arrangements.
"Hey look, we have seating assignments," a voice calls out wearily.
Elle tries to suppress a gleeful giggle and Sylar places his hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. He peaks around the corner and sees their guests cautiously start to sit in their seats. Taking his hand off Elle's mouth, he places a finger to her lips and gives her a knowing look. She nods and he takes his finger away.
Sylar leaves their current hiding spot and steps around the corner. "So glad you all could make it."
"Sylar!"
He smirks as he holds up both hands. "And now that you're here, it would be terribly rude of you to try to leave so soon." Furious and fearful gazes are thrown at him as he makes his way to the head of the table.
"Why are we here?" spits out Claire, hatred spewing from her eyes.
"Because this is his Christmas present to me," Elle calls out in a sing song voice as she steps out. Sparks crackle and pop in her palm as she walks her way over to join Sylar at the head of the table. She raises her arm and points it at the candelabra. A bright blue bolt shoots out and strikes all the wicks.
"Elle?!" Peter's eyes widen in disbelief.
"Hi, Peter," Elle grins mischievously. "Isn't this great?" She surveys the rest of the room and her gaze turns frosty. "I mean, every single one of you has wronged us in some manner and I couldn't think of a better way to get back at you. A murder mystery dinner...I've always wanted one of those." Elle laughs a little maniacally as she grabs Sylar's chin and pulls him down for a quick kiss. "Though in this case, I think we'll all know who the murderer is."
"But before we get down to business, why don't we enjoy some food first?" Sylar casually suggests. "I would hate to see death by hunger."
"Is this some kind of sick joke?"
"While Elle and I do like to have our fun, this isn't a joke," Sylar smiles, no hint of warmth in the smile at all. "A game perhaps, but not a joke."
---
After dinner's cautiously consumed, the lights go out and a few seconds later, a loud noise comes as a door slams shut. Every single entrance way is sealed shut and the only light left are the flames flickering on the candelabra. The barely there light casts eerie shadows on the faces of those that remain at the table.
"What the hell?"
"Wait...where did Sylar and Elle go?"
"You guys, what are we going to do?"
"We'll find a way out. We just need to work together."
Elle laughs as she watches the small television screen. She and Sylar are now safely ensconced in a small security room on the second floor of the abandoned factory. The night vision from their rigged cameras may not be giving the clearest of pictures but it's just enough to see the fear on everyone's faces.
"I think it's time to start the game."
Sylar grins and grabs the microphone in front of him. When he switches it on, he can see their pawns wince as feedback echoes in the room.
"Let the games begin," he murmurs into the microphone. "Noah, I suggest you not move from your chair as there is a bomb strapped underneath your chair. The only thing keeping it from detonating would be your weight."
Everyone hears his chuckle as they all stare at Noah Bennet in horror. They also hear some jostling in the background before Elle's voice comes through.
"Hey Pom-Pom, little miss indestructible. Except that if the bomb goes off, even you can't come back from that," Elle taunts. "And Peter, precious Peter Petrelli...I know your boy scout instincts are kicking in severely right now. Well, here's something that might help you out. There's a way to get out of this building alive. You just need to find the key."
Sylar momentarily switches off the microphone. "Elle, you're such a liar."
She shrugs nonchalantly. "It's what I do best." She reclines in her seat as she fiddles with the mic. "Turn the mic back on," she orders. "Please?"
He shakes his head ruefully but does turn the microphone back on. Getting up from his seat, he places a soft kiss on Elle's head. "Have fun watching," he whispers.
Elle doesn't respond verbally but the bright smile on her face is his answer.
---
It's so easy to gain their trust when he looks like one of them. The wonders of being a shapeshifter. They never suspected he was the cause of the three dead bodies in the room. Matt, Tracy, and Nathan never had a chance. It was almost too easy. It was even easier when they all thought one of the dead bodies was Sylar. Matt's power sure came in handy.
"Okay, here's what I think we should do. Ma, you stay here with Noah and Claire. The three of you can brainstorm and think of a way out. Pete, come with me. We've got a little saving to do," Sylar nearly chokes on his words as he pretends to be Nathan.
Just then, a crackle is heard and Elle's voice floods the room.
"This just might be the best Christmas ever. Seeing the fear on all of your faces is really one of the best presents ever."
"You are absolutely twisted," Noah calls out.
"Maybe I wouldn't be if someone hadn't let my father do all his tests on me," Elle shoots back.
"Okay, everyone calm down," Sylar tells everyone. "Ignore her and we'll be fine."
"Nathan...I wouldn't advise that. If you all ignore me, you just might miss a little hint that could just help save your life."
"Elle, just give up. Sylar's dead, you can't possibly win this."
"And are you absolutely positively sure about that?"
---
As the night continues, more bodies are added to the pile and Elle's taunts get more twisted.
"You better watch out, you better not cry, better not run, I'm telling you why. Sylar's coming to get you..."
---
Elle waits outside in their stolen car, her fingers tapping against the steering wheel impatiently. She checks the dashboard clock before raising her eyes back to the door of the factory. A loud explosion rips through the building and debris flies everywhere. Elle's far away to enjoy the demolition without worry of getting harmed.
She spies a figure walking through the now wide open doorway. His long lean form looks impressive coming out of the giant fireball that was the factory. But he's not alone. In his arms, he's carrying something. No scratch that, someone.
Elle smiles as she starts singing. "And on the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..."
Author: faded_facade
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Peter, HRG, Claire, Angela
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: But don't you see? Fear has brought us together. That's the magic of Xmas. -Fry from Futurama
Summary: Sylar and Elle plan a Christmas gathering for everyone. Too bad for them, it's a hellish one.
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, might have sold my share by now if I did.
A/N: Written for a challenge at sylelle_chall. Um, it's definitely not a typical Christmas fic at all. It's a little bit strange, a little bit dark, and possibly humorous. And thanks to my rocking beta, dragynflies
Originally Posted: 12/6/2009 ( here)
He sees you when you're sleeping
He knows when you're awake
We knows if you've been bad or good
So don't even think about fighting for goodness sake
"There, all finished," Elle gloats as she puts down a pen.
"How many did you make?"
"Um..." Elle trails off as she counts the cards on the table. "Enough for what you want to do."
Sylar smiles darkly. "Good."
"Do you think this will work?"
"Oh, it will work."
---
Elle smiles as she finishes place setting the table. Every fork, spoon, and knife in its rightful place with a neatly folded napkin placed on top of the fine china plate.
"This looks wonderful," comes a voice behind her.
Elle whirls around. "Good, do you know how long it took to fold those napkins perfectly? And you know what, those ungrateful people won't even appreciate it."
"They'll learn to appreciate it."
"They better!" Elle sidles up to Sylar, her hands lightly grasping his sides. "I think I'm gonna go change so I can look more presentable when everybody arrives. Think you can handle the crowd?"
"You know how I do with lots of people around," he smirks as he looks down at her.
Elle smiles. "That's what I'm counting on." Her hands drop and she leaves the room, but not before grabbing a duffel bag off a chair.
He watches her leave, a look of amusement on his face. His look of amusement turns to concentration as he looks back at the table, surveying the place settings and the name cards laying by each plate. After making a few last minute switches, he smiles with satisfaction. Just then, if he strains hard enough, he can hear the sound of footsteps and muffled voices outside.
"Hey Elle, I think our guests are arriving."
"Be ready in a minute!"
Sylar gives a cursory glance at the door and his right index finger twitches ever so slightly. The sound of a heavy bolt sliding across a door to unlock it echoes throughout the room. He then steps around a corner and hides in the shadows where Elle joins him.
They can hear the door groan as it's being swung open and the voices are now loud and clear.
"Wait, so you got one of those invitations too?"
"Do you know who sent it?"
"Three guesses and the first two don't count."
"You guys...I don't like the looks of this."
The voices all stop when they see a spectacularly set table in front of them. A long table with a dark crimson table cloth that can only remind them of rich fresh blood, sparkling silverware, and a magnificent unlit candelabra placed in the middle of the table surrounded by two floral arrangements. Burnt floral arrangements.
"Hey look, we have seating assignments," a voice calls out wearily.
Elle tries to suppress a gleeful giggle and Sylar places his hand over her mouth to muffle the noise. He peaks around the corner and sees their guests cautiously start to sit in their seats. Taking his hand off Elle's mouth, he places a finger to her lips and gives her a knowing look. She nods and he takes his finger away.
Sylar leaves their current hiding spot and steps around the corner. "So glad you all could make it."
"Sylar!"
He smirks as he holds up both hands. "And now that you're here, it would be terribly rude of you to try to leave so soon." Furious and fearful gazes are thrown at him as he makes his way to the head of the table.
"Why are we here?" spits out Claire, hatred spewing from her eyes.
"Because this is his Christmas present to me," Elle calls out in a sing song voice as she steps out. Sparks crackle and pop in her palm as she walks her way over to join Sylar at the head of the table. She raises her arm and points it at the candelabra. A bright blue bolt shoots out and strikes all the wicks.
"Elle?!" Peter's eyes widen in disbelief.
"Hi, Peter," Elle grins mischievously. "Isn't this great?" She surveys the rest of the room and her gaze turns frosty. "I mean, every single one of you has wronged us in some manner and I couldn't think of a better way to get back at you. A murder mystery dinner...I've always wanted one of those." Elle laughs a little maniacally as she grabs Sylar's chin and pulls him down for a quick kiss. "Though in this case, I think we'll all know who the murderer is."
"But before we get down to business, why don't we enjoy some food first?" Sylar casually suggests. "I would hate to see death by hunger."
"Is this some kind of sick joke?"
"While Elle and I do like to have our fun, this isn't a joke," Sylar smiles, no hint of warmth in the smile at all. "A game perhaps, but not a joke."
---
After dinner's cautiously consumed, the lights go out and a few seconds later, a loud noise comes as a door slams shut. Every single entrance way is sealed shut and the only light left are the flames flickering on the candelabra. The barely there light casts eerie shadows on the faces of those that remain at the table.
"What the hell?"
"Wait...where did Sylar and Elle go?"
"You guys, what are we going to do?"
"We'll find a way out. We just need to work together."
Elle laughs as she watches the small television screen. She and Sylar are now safely ensconced in a small security room on the second floor of the abandoned factory. The night vision from their rigged cameras may not be giving the clearest of pictures but it's just enough to see the fear on everyone's faces.
"I think it's time to start the game."
Sylar grins and grabs the microphone in front of him. When he switches it on, he can see their pawns wince as feedback echoes in the room.
"Let the games begin," he murmurs into the microphone. "Noah, I suggest you not move from your chair as there is a bomb strapped underneath your chair. The only thing keeping it from detonating would be your weight."
Everyone hears his chuckle as they all stare at Noah Bennet in horror. They also hear some jostling in the background before Elle's voice comes through.
"Hey Pom-Pom, little miss indestructible. Except that if the bomb goes off, even you can't come back from that," Elle taunts. "And Peter, precious Peter Petrelli...I know your boy scout instincts are kicking in severely right now. Well, here's something that might help you out. There's a way to get out of this building alive. You just need to find the key."
Sylar momentarily switches off the microphone. "Elle, you're such a liar."
She shrugs nonchalantly. "It's what I do best." She reclines in her seat as she fiddles with the mic. "Turn the mic back on," she orders. "Please?"
He shakes his head ruefully but does turn the microphone back on. Getting up from his seat, he places a soft kiss on Elle's head. "Have fun watching," he whispers.
Elle doesn't respond verbally but the bright smile on her face is his answer.
---
It's so easy to gain their trust when he looks like one of them. The wonders of being a shapeshifter. They never suspected he was the cause of the three dead bodies in the room. Matt, Tracy, and Nathan never had a chance. It was almost too easy. It was even easier when they all thought one of the dead bodies was Sylar. Matt's power sure came in handy.
"Okay, here's what I think we should do. Ma, you stay here with Noah and Claire. The three of you can brainstorm and think of a way out. Pete, come with me. We've got a little saving to do," Sylar nearly chokes on his words as he pretends to be Nathan.
Just then, a crackle is heard and Elle's voice floods the room.
"This just might be the best Christmas ever. Seeing the fear on all of your faces is really one of the best presents ever."
"You are absolutely twisted," Noah calls out.
"Maybe I wouldn't be if someone hadn't let my father do all his tests on me," Elle shoots back.
"Okay, everyone calm down," Sylar tells everyone. "Ignore her and we'll be fine."
"Nathan...I wouldn't advise that. If you all ignore me, you just might miss a little hint that could just help save your life."
"Elle, just give up. Sylar's dead, you can't possibly win this."
"And are you absolutely positively sure about that?"
---
As the night continues, more bodies are added to the pile and Elle's taunts get more twisted.
"You better watch out, you better not cry, better not run, I'm telling you why. Sylar's coming to get you..."
---
Elle waits outside in their stolen car, her fingers tapping against the steering wheel impatiently. She checks the dashboard clock before raising her eyes back to the door of the factory. A loud explosion rips through the building and debris flies everywhere. Elle's far away to enjoy the demolition without worry of getting harmed.
She spies a figure walking through the now wide open doorway. His long lean form looks impressive coming out of the giant fireball that was the factory. But he's not alone. In his arms, he's carrying something. No scratch that, someone.
Elle smiles as she starts singing. "And on the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me..."