Fanfic - Overkill - Sylar and Bennet
Character: Sylar and Bennet
Genre: Violence - Gen
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: R
Prompts:
Myrtle Mae Simmons: Oh, mother, people get run over by trucks every day. Why can't something like that happen to Uncle Elwood? Vol3.Week36 for scifi_muses
Blood was soaking through my sleeve, making the fabric cling like a second skin. The bullets that shattered my shoulder were still caught in the muscles adding an endless blinding pain to all the other aches in my body. It had been years since I’d been hurt like this. I wasn’t healing. They’d done something to me.
With my good hand I scratched at the side of my neck where the dart had hit and deposited whatever shit they’d created into my system. If I’d realized it could hurt me, I’d have yanked it out sooner or tried to keep it from burying its barbed tip into my skin, but it was too late to worry about that now.
I was deep in the warehouse, trapped between rows and rows of containers labeled with the fucking Primatech logo. Christ if I had a lighter, I could at least set fire to the shit. Another gunshot rang out, and paper dust shot into the air not far from my head. Ducking low I kept going as fast as I could through the warren. Up ahead I could see a small window high on the wall. If I could get up there, I might be able to squirm through it. They’d all be waiting for me to do that though. I know it’s what I’d do if I was hunting someone. I do not like it when the game gets reversed. I am the hunter not the prey.
If I had any of my powers, I could get out of here so easily. They should be getting cocky though knowing that I’m powerless. But I’m not stupid. That’s what they always forget. They get a gun. They think they don’t need to think. Instead of heading for the window, I ducted into a small space between the containers and waited. I could hear footsteps coming my way and the ragged breathing of one of the Company goons. I let them pass by without moving a muscle, holding my breath as well.
“He’s not down here. It’s a dead end. Unless he’s Reed Richards he’s not getting through. He’s not that thin or stretchy,” One of them said into his headset, standing right before my hiding place.
“I’ll report back to Bennet.” Thank you, Jesus. I looked heavenward even though I should have aimed my thanks toward a dark hot place instead. I waited until his partner stomped off before I reached out and grabbed the lone guard by the back of his pants. I spun him around before he could bring up his rifle and smashed him face first into another narrow gap between the containers and snapped his neck.
Swapping clothes with him wasn’t easy. I finally gave up trying to strip off my blood soaked shirt and put his on, on top of it. Once I had the body armor in place, I folded the dead man into my hiding place and ambled off to join the rest of Bennet’s team. I wouldn’t blend in long with blood running down my arm, and I was starting to feel sick from the blood loss and pain.
“He has to be in here,” Bennet barked. “Keep looking. I know we tagged him. He’s powerless. He can’t get out.”
“How long do we have?” One of them asked Bennet, and I listened closely. This was the information I needed most.
“You’ve got twenty minutes. After that, we’ll have to tag him again, and I doubt we’ll be lucky enough to do that.”
Fuck did he mean twenty minutes from when he shot me, or did he mean twenty more minutes? Either way that wasn’t very long. I jogged away from Bennet with another group of men. I could see the bright green exit sign, but if I only had to wait another twenty minutes, I didn’t bother to run for it. I could bide my time as long as I didn’t pass out. Blend and wait. Pretend to be one of the Border Collies instead of a wolf. I could do that.
“Over here!” There were more shouts, and the group I was with started down the way I’d come. “Man down!”
Fuck. My heart rate picked up. If anyone here was a special, I’d have been caught by now, so I wasn’t afraid of someone with super hearing. I moved to follow along, but kept back several steps. The last thing I wanted was to get wedged down in the stacks again like a forgotten bit of cheese in the back of your refrigerator.
I counted to ten and stepped backwards out of the pack. No one seemed to notice me, and I walked like I owned the place for the door to freedom. Fifty feet, I could make it that far. I heard gunfire, but there was no where for me to hide. Another bullet tore through my leg, and I went down on my hands and knees. The pain made my vision go white, and I screamed as I got back to my feet.
There were more shots and then I saw a forklift coming my way. I didn’t know they could move that fast. Limping and bleeding, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Bennet’s knuckles tight on the steering wheel as he drove straight for me. A bright red blossom of pain spread through my hip as I was shot one more time. I managed to stay on my feet, but not for long. The forklift powered into me, lifting me off the ground while one of its blades cut through my side.
“What are you going to do now, Bennet?” I asked as blood bubbled on my lips, running down my chin.
“I’m going to watch you die, you sick son of a bitch.” He hopped down from the cab and emptied the rest of his clip in my brain.
Genre: Violence - Gen
Author: thewatchmaker
Fandom: Heroes
Word count: 1000
Rating: R
Prompts:
Myrtle Mae Simmons: Oh, mother, people get run over by trucks every day. Why can't something like that happen to Uncle Elwood? Vol3.Week36 for scifi_muses
Blood was soaking through my sleeve, making the fabric cling like a second skin. The bullets that shattered my shoulder were still caught in the muscles adding an endless blinding pain to all the other aches in my body. It had been years since I’d been hurt like this. I wasn’t healing. They’d done something to me.
With my good hand I scratched at the side of my neck where the dart had hit and deposited whatever shit they’d created into my system. If I’d realized it could hurt me, I’d have yanked it out sooner or tried to keep it from burying its barbed tip into my skin, but it was too late to worry about that now.
I was deep in the warehouse, trapped between rows and rows of containers labeled with the fucking Primatech logo. Christ if I had a lighter, I could at least set fire to the shit. Another gunshot rang out, and paper dust shot into the air not far from my head. Ducking low I kept going as fast as I could through the warren. Up ahead I could see a small window high on the wall. If I could get up there, I might be able to squirm through it. They’d all be waiting for me to do that though. I know it’s what I’d do if I was hunting someone. I do not like it when the game gets reversed. I am the hunter not the prey.
If I had any of my powers, I could get out of here so easily. They should be getting cocky though knowing that I’m powerless. But I’m not stupid. That’s what they always forget. They get a gun. They think they don’t need to think. Instead of heading for the window, I ducted into a small space between the containers and waited. I could hear footsteps coming my way and the ragged breathing of one of the Company goons. I let them pass by without moving a muscle, holding my breath as well.
“He’s not down here. It’s a dead end. Unless he’s Reed Richards he’s not getting through. He’s not that thin or stretchy,” One of them said into his headset, standing right before my hiding place.
“I’ll report back to Bennet.” Thank you, Jesus. I looked heavenward even though I should have aimed my thanks toward a dark hot place instead. I waited until his partner stomped off before I reached out and grabbed the lone guard by the back of his pants. I spun him around before he could bring up his rifle and smashed him face first into another narrow gap between the containers and snapped his neck.
Swapping clothes with him wasn’t easy. I finally gave up trying to strip off my blood soaked shirt and put his on, on top of it. Once I had the body armor in place, I folded the dead man into my hiding place and ambled off to join the rest of Bennet’s team. I wouldn’t blend in long with blood running down my arm, and I was starting to feel sick from the blood loss and pain.
“He has to be in here,” Bennet barked. “Keep looking. I know we tagged him. He’s powerless. He can’t get out.”
“How long do we have?” One of them asked Bennet, and I listened closely. This was the information I needed most.
“You’ve got twenty minutes. After that, we’ll have to tag him again, and I doubt we’ll be lucky enough to do that.”
Fuck did he mean twenty minutes from when he shot me, or did he mean twenty more minutes? Either way that wasn’t very long. I jogged away from Bennet with another group of men. I could see the bright green exit sign, but if I only had to wait another twenty minutes, I didn’t bother to run for it. I could bide my time as long as I didn’t pass out. Blend and wait. Pretend to be one of the Border Collies instead of a wolf. I could do that.
“Over here!” There were more shouts, and the group I was with started down the way I’d come. “Man down!”
Fuck. My heart rate picked up. If anyone here was a special, I’d have been caught by now, so I wasn’t afraid of someone with super hearing. I moved to follow along, but kept back several steps. The last thing I wanted was to get wedged down in the stacks again like a forgotten bit of cheese in the back of your refrigerator.
I counted to ten and stepped backwards out of the pack. No one seemed to notice me, and I walked like I owned the place for the door to freedom. Fifty feet, I could make it that far. I heard gunfire, but there was no where for me to hide. Another bullet tore through my leg, and I went down on my hands and knees. The pain made my vision go white, and I screamed as I got back to my feet.
There were more shots and then I saw a forklift coming my way. I didn’t know they could move that fast. Limping and bleeding, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Bennet’s knuckles tight on the steering wheel as he drove straight for me. A bright red blossom of pain spread through my hip as I was shot one more time. I managed to stay on my feet, but not for long. The forklift powered into me, lifting me off the ground while one of its blades cut through my side.
“What are you going to do now, Bennet?” I asked as blood bubbled on my lips, running down my chin.
“I’m going to watch you die, you sick son of a bitch.” He hopped down from the cab and emptied the rest of his clip in my brain.