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Title: After Hours
Author: sinemoras09
Characters: Sylar, Claire
Rating: R violence
Word count: 483
Spoilers: none
Summary: Claire tries to escape from Sylar. Drabble written for andbless_mybaby. Prompt: "after-hours".
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After-hours in a grimy bar; this is where Sylar has taken her. Invisible hands lock her to the bar stool, and there's nothing Claire can do but watch him drink.
"You gonna get me one, or what?" Claire asks. Sylar looks at her evenly before pushing her the glass. Claire tosses it back, and starts to cough. Sylar grins, widely.
"That's my girl," Sylar says.
"I'm not your girl," Claire says, and he shoves her into the table. Claire looks up at him with hard eyes.
"You keep doing that," Sylar says. "Go ahead. Hurt my feelings. I just might take that ability of yours and make myself feel better."
Claire feels him rake his fingers into her hair, feels his eyes burning at the back of her neck. She glances at the two men in the corner playing pool, and at the basket of fries sitting on the pool table.
"Could I get something to eat?" Claire asks. Sylar cocks his head. Claire's heart pounds in her throat, but Sylar doesn't seem to notice. Or maybe he does, maybe he's used to her being afraid. In any case, he considers her request and nods his head.
"I suppose," Sylar says. "I don't see any harm in that."
There's nothing but bar food here, cheesy greasy things that makes Claire's stomach churn. Sylar pushes her a plate of ranch-cheese fries; on the plate is a fork and knife.
Claire grabs the knife and slashes her arm.
Someone screams, and the men playing pool jump up. Sylar whirls around but Claire stabs herself again. The blood bleeds black around her shirt.
Claire jumps off the bar stool but Sylar's TK grabs her by the ankles. Claire slams forward, her head whacking the floor. Patrons jump up but Sylar throws them across the room.
"See, Claire," Sylar says. "See what you made me do?"
Sylar grabs Claire by the hair and yanks her out of the bar. Claire screams. An ambulance comes wailing into the parking lot. Policemen come running, and Sylar stops and pulls Claire close to him. She can feel him start to glow.
"Wait!" Claire says. "Stop! Stop!"
Sylar explodes. Claire screams, white hot flame scorching her body. Around her, the building catches fire and the police trucks are thrown back in the blast.
The whiteness fades, and Sylar is still clutching her tight. Claire opens her eyes and sees the building lit on fire, and the hard black bodies scattered on the ground. Under his fingers, she can see her skin knitting itself whole again, the dead gray skin flaking off like clay.
"That," Sylar says. "Was entirely unnecessary." He breathes hard against her neck, his fingers dragging across her throat.
"You've been a bad girl, Claire," Sylar says, and he jerks Claire's head back, hard. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson."
"Oh God," Claire says, and she begins to sob.
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A/N: I'm archiving all my drabbles from the drabble meme. The original post is here :)
Author: sinemoras09
Characters: Sylar, Claire
Rating: R violence
Word count: 483
Spoilers: none
Summary: Claire tries to escape from Sylar. Drabble written for andbless_mybaby. Prompt: "after-hours".
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After-hours in a grimy bar; this is where Sylar has taken her. Invisible hands lock her to the bar stool, and there's nothing Claire can do but watch him drink.
"You gonna get me one, or what?" Claire asks. Sylar looks at her evenly before pushing her the glass. Claire tosses it back, and starts to cough. Sylar grins, widely.
"That's my girl," Sylar says.
"I'm not your girl," Claire says, and he shoves her into the table. Claire looks up at him with hard eyes.
"You keep doing that," Sylar says. "Go ahead. Hurt my feelings. I just might take that ability of yours and make myself feel better."
Claire feels him rake his fingers into her hair, feels his eyes burning at the back of her neck. She glances at the two men in the corner playing pool, and at the basket of fries sitting on the pool table.
"Could I get something to eat?" Claire asks. Sylar cocks his head. Claire's heart pounds in her throat, but Sylar doesn't seem to notice. Or maybe he does, maybe he's used to her being afraid. In any case, he considers her request and nods his head.
"I suppose," Sylar says. "I don't see any harm in that."
There's nothing but bar food here, cheesy greasy things that makes Claire's stomach churn. Sylar pushes her a plate of ranch-cheese fries; on the plate is a fork and knife.
Claire grabs the knife and slashes her arm.
Someone screams, and the men playing pool jump up. Sylar whirls around but Claire stabs herself again. The blood bleeds black around her shirt.
Claire jumps off the bar stool but Sylar's TK grabs her by the ankles. Claire slams forward, her head whacking the floor. Patrons jump up but Sylar throws them across the room.
"See, Claire," Sylar says. "See what you made me do?"
Sylar grabs Claire by the hair and yanks her out of the bar. Claire screams. An ambulance comes wailing into the parking lot. Policemen come running, and Sylar stops and pulls Claire close to him. She can feel him start to glow.
"Wait!" Claire says. "Stop! Stop!"
Sylar explodes. Claire screams, white hot flame scorching her body. Around her, the building catches fire and the police trucks are thrown back in the blast.
The whiteness fades, and Sylar is still clutching her tight. Claire opens her eyes and sees the building lit on fire, and the hard black bodies scattered on the ground. Under his fingers, she can see her skin knitting itself whole again, the dead gray skin flaking off like clay.
"That," Sylar says. "Was entirely unnecessary." He breathes hard against her neck, his fingers dragging across her throat.
"You've been a bad girl, Claire," Sylar says, and he jerks Claire's head back, hard. "Maybe I should teach you a lesson."
"Oh God," Claire says, and she begins to sob.
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A/N: I'm archiving all my drabbles from the drabble meme. The original post is here :)