fic!gift for fifmeister
Title: A Death in Michigan
Author: sinemoras09
Characters: Sylar, Nathan
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 489
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: "The winters are always bleak in Lansing, Michigan." AU, 5YG-universe. Gen.
A/N: Written as a fic!gift for fifmeister with the prompt, "Sylar kills Nathan and then becomes the president." Quote from her NaNoWriMo, Ignisque Glacies.
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When night fell and the stars were all but extinquished, he hiked through cities then snow-covered hills and used his power to keep himself warm.
He found him looking less-than presidential, huddled up on the snowy street and struggling with the GPS. His face was more lined than he remembered.
Bullets rang out. Sylar smoothly turned and stopped them mid-air. They fell like pebbles on the ground. Agents rushed out but Sylar bested them first. Bones crunched from the impact; only some were still alive.
"You," Nathan said. A hand groped for a cell phone but Sylar flicked it away. "You--"
"The one and only," Sylar said.
Nathan backed up in to the seat. An outside observer might mistake that for a gesture of fear, but Sylar knew better. He could fly away, and if that were to happen, Sylar was ready to TK him to the ground or at the very least, telekinetically latch onto his leg or ankle. But Nathan didn't fly. Even now he wouldn't expose himself to the world.
Sylar sniffed. "Is that really so important? Being something that you're not?"
"I won't run," Nathan said.
"Of course you won't," Sylar said. He stepped closer, the snow crunching underfoot.
He slammed Nathan against the car seat. Tilting his head, he looked into Nathan's face. "Yes," Sylar said. He knelt down closer. "Yes, be afraid. I know what I have to do."
He leaned closer to him, close enough to touch. "I'm going to kill you now," Sylar said. "And then I'm going to take your place."
Nathan wrenched his shoulders and tried to speak. He couldn't; Sylar's grip around his neck prevented that. "Goodbye, Mr. President," Sylar said.
His blood looked bright on the freshly laid snow.
Author: sinemoras09
Characters: Sylar, Nathan
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 489
Spoilers: Season 1
Summary: "The winters are always bleak in Lansing, Michigan." AU, 5YG-universe. Gen.
A/N: Written as a fic!gift for fifmeister with the prompt, "Sylar kills Nathan and then becomes the president." Quote from her NaNoWriMo, Ignisque Glacies.
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When night fell and the stars were all but extinquished, he hiked through cities then snow-covered hills and used his power to keep himself warm.
He found him looking less-than presidential, huddled up on the snowy street and struggling with the GPS. His face was more lined than he remembered.
Bullets rang out. Sylar smoothly turned and stopped them mid-air. They fell like pebbles on the ground. Agents rushed out but Sylar bested them first. Bones crunched from the impact; only some were still alive.
"You," Nathan said. A hand groped for a cell phone but Sylar flicked it away. "You--"
"The one and only," Sylar said.
Nathan backed up in to the seat. An outside observer might mistake that for a gesture of fear, but Sylar knew better. He could fly away, and if that were to happen, Sylar was ready to TK him to the ground or at the very least, telekinetically latch onto his leg or ankle. But Nathan didn't fly. Even now he wouldn't expose himself to the world.
Sylar sniffed. "Is that really so important? Being something that you're not?"
"I won't run," Nathan said.
"Of course you won't," Sylar said. He stepped closer, the snow crunching underfoot.
He slammed Nathan against the car seat. Tilting his head, he looked into Nathan's face. "Yes," Sylar said. He knelt down closer. "Yes, be afraid. I know what I have to do."
He leaned closer to him, close enough to touch. "I'm going to kill you now," Sylar said. "And then I'm going to take your place."
Nathan wrenched his shoulders and tried to speak. He couldn't; Sylar's grip around his neck prevented that. "Goodbye, Mr. President," Sylar said.
His blood looked bright on the freshly laid snow.