RAPID-FIRE CHALLENGE PART 2 (12 drabbles)
Author: me,
aunt_zelda
Prompt #: 32/33/47, 46, 38, 24, 23, 22, 19, 18, 15, 14, 13, 6 (TWELVE)
Pairings: Mylar, tiny bit of Kiro, a tiny bit of Claire/Monica, tiny bit of Plaude.
Rating: there are some naughty words, but overall the material is PG-13-ish.
Warnings: Mostly S2 of Heroes …
Summary: Mylar rocks my mismatched socks, I’m getting more interested in femslash, Kiro is depressing and so is Plaude and I didn’t write much of either please don’t kill me mods!
A/N: not so good this week, guys. I had a BEASTLY couple of days, cried, shouted at homophobes, squee-jigged about Torchwood, danced, snowshoed, and was generally exhausted. I spent a lot of Saturday and today trying vainly to catch up on slash, so most of these are Mylar, most of these are not very good. Also MY FINAL INSTALLMENT FOR RAPID-FIRE! I WILL WRITE NO MORE DRABBLES FOR IT! *exhausted*
Btw, the strange fic about ‘Nightmare Land’ are explained in the first Installment.
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/43977.html - Installment 1: 18 fics
Prompt #: 06 Prophetic.
Pairings: Mylar, Kiro, Claire/Monica, Plaude.
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Warnings: none.
Summary: Peter paints some pretty pictures …
Word Count: 200
Peter jerked back from the dripping canvas, reeling back into reality as Isaac’s power fled.
There were four paintings in front of him, each depicting a different set of people Peter knew.
The first painting was done in red and black. It showed Sylar pinning Mohinder to a wall, eyes alight with red and Mohinder’s wide with terror. Peter jumped slightly: Sylar’s right hand was groping Mohinder.
Shaken, Peter turned to the second painting: Hiro, flat on the ground in a graveyard, being straddled by … Adam?! A blurry woman clad in black stood in the background, arms crossed, Hiro’s sword in hand.
Peter was beginning to wonder what was in the paints he’d used.
The third painting seemed innocent at first: two girls sitting on a bench in a pretty park. Then Peter realized that the girls were holding hands and kissing, and one of them was his niece, Claire.
“What the hell?” Peter wondered aloud, hoping that there was some sanity in the last painting …
… which was a rather graphic depiction of Peter himself, naked, in bed with none other than ‘Claude Rains.’
“Jesus Christ what is going on?” Peter yelped, staggering backward from the painting.
Prompt #: 13 Broken.
Pairings: Kiro, Plaude, and Mylar (all squint-worthy.)
Rating: PG-13-ish …
Warnings: oddness on my part.
Summary: Volume III is gonna be about broken peoples …
Word Count: 236
Hiro had drunk sake once and a while in his life, had a beer with Ando from time to time, but he never drank that much.
Now, with Adam screaming in his head all the time, alcohol was the only thing that he could turn to.
~*~
I’m coming for you, Hiro Nakamura …
“Don’t worry, baby,” Adam’s latest wife smiled grimly at him as she drove down the highway. “We’re gonna get him.”
Adam leaned over and kissed her cheek. Yes, yes we are …I’ll teach you to betray me twice, carp …
~*~
Peter slammed his fist into the wall. Ever since Nathan had been killed, he’d been working tirelessly to bring down the Company night and day, delving through archives and forming an uneasy alliance with Mohinder and Noah.
During all this deception and spying his thoughts began to stray to Claude, the only man who hated the Company just as much as, if not more than, Peter.
Claude could help them in the fight against the Company - that was why Peter thought about the invisible man so much … there was no other reason …
~*~
You broke me, Mohinder …
Sylar sent a dumpster flying on his way to Suresh’s apartment.
But I know how things work. I know how to fix myself …
Sylar smirked, stopping cars in their tracks as he stormed across the street.
I’ll break you back.
Prompt #: 14 Collection.
Pairing: Kiro (if ya squint)
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: Kiro is really depressing.
Summary: Hiro owned every book about Takezo Kensai there was.
Word Count: 159
Hiro owned every book about Takezo Kensai there was. Every history, every children’s book, every story his father had told him as a child. They had their own shelf in his bedroom and their worn spines used to give him comfort in his uncertain life.
No more.
Now the sight of them made him feel sick. The books seemed to mock him, blame him, accuse him, whisper to him with Adam’s voice late into the night …
You were more than a friend to me …
Hiro sat up in bed and turned on the light, glaring at the books.
Fine, if they wouldn’t shut up, he’d get rid of them …
He spent an hour packing the books into cardboard boxes, then teleported into a storage facility and left them there. Sighing with relief, Hiro climbed back into bed, anticipating an easy sleep …
Oh, come on carp, you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?
Prompt #: 15 Chenille.
Pairing: Claire/Monica
Rating: (to be safe)
Warnings: femslash, which I keep telling you lot I am NOT good at.
Summary: What are you making sweaters for?
Word Count: 110
“What’s that?” Claire asked incredulously.
Monica looked up, needles pausing for a second. “Chenille yarn. I watched a video on knitting and now I’m making sweaters.”
Claire snorted. “What are you making sweaters for? It’s ninety degrees in the shade outside!”
Monica laughed. “Well, if we turn the air conditioner on real high it’ll get very chilly in here and …”
Claire raised her eyebrows. “And?”
Monica smiled that smile of hers that made Claire weak in the knees. “And we can put on all of these sweaters … and warm each other up.”
Claire picked up the spare needles. “You know what? Suddenly I’m very interested in knitting …”
Prompt #: 18 Reckoning
Pairing: Mylar
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: semi-domestic bickering.
Summary: Regretting your decision?
Word Count: 260 (sorry)
“What, no cuddling?”
“Shut up.”
“Oho … morning-after jitters? Regretting your decision?”
Mohinder pulls on a shirt, averting the eyes of the man in his bed. “Last night was nothing, do you understand me? Nothing. Just me protecting my daughter.”
Sylar rolls his eyes and climbs out of bed. “I never mentioned the girl. I never made threats.” he begins to get dressed as well. “You seem determined to paint me as a sad freak who has to coerce people for sex. You fit that profile more than I do … don’t you walk away from me!” the door immediately slams shut. “This was not a one-time deal, Mohinder! We need to discuss this like adults!”
Mohinder spins around. “There’s nothing to discuss!” he yells, yanking on the doorknob. “Let me out or -”
“Just answer me this,” Sylar says, cutting him off. “What are you more embarrassed about? Banging a man or banging your father’s murderer?”
Mohinder freezes.
“You’ve got to think about that, haven’t you?” Sylar strides across the room and seizes Mohinder’s shoulders. “Look at me,” he demands softly, forcing Mohinder’s head up with his hand. “Tell me you hate me … tell me you want me dead …”
Mohinder doesn’t say a word, unable to tear his eyes away from Sylar’s.
Sylar leans down to whisper into Mohinder’s ear, “Say you love me …”
Mohinder pauses, then shoves Sylar back.
“You will never hear me say that.” he hisses, yanking the door open and storming off to his job, plagued by feelings he wishes didn’t exist.
Prompt #: 19 Sketch.
Pairing: Mylar
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: Odd setup …
Summary: I don’t WANT the List …
Word Count: 154
“I don’t have the List.”
“I don’t want the List.”
“I don’t know where Matt took Molly.”
“I don’t care about the cop and the brat.”
“I’m not going to beg for my life.”
“I’m not going to kill you.”
“I won’t tell you a thing, no matter how long you tor-”
“SHUT UP!”
…
“You just kissed me.”
“Yes I did.”
“On the lips.”
“Yes I did.”
“You’re disgusting and unnatural and -”
“You’re not talking about the killings anymore, are you?”
“No! If you -”
“Force you? I’d never settle for anything less than consensual sex …”
“Well you can forget about that with me!”
…
“Why aren’t you hurting me?”
“The last thing you need right now is more abuse, Mohinder.”
“Get away from me!”
“What are you so afraid of?”
“A serial-killer who wants to jump my bones!”
…
“… fair enough.”
“What? You’re leaving?”
“I’ll be back …”
Prompt #: 22 Monster.
Pairing: Mylar (Mywalker fam)
Rating: R for naughty words.
Warnings: Molly explaining why I did not have time to write many drabbles this week.
Summary: S-stupid guys … at school!
Word Count: 121
“How can people be so cruel?” Mohinder whispered, shutting Molly’s bedroom door: their daughter had come home in tears once again. This time two boys had been confusing pedophiles with gays.
Sylar’s fists clenched. “May I go and murder them?” he asked.
Mohinder shook his head. “I’m afraid not …”
“Could I just freak them out? Maybe use that illusion power to -”
“Sylar, dear, you can’t do that. Besides, I thought you’d given up killing people!”
“Homophobes don’t count as people!” Sylar snapped.
Mohinder sighed. “I wish everyone else saw things that way.”
The raw hurt in his eyes jerked Sylar out of his fury. He embraced his partner, filing away his anger … for now. “Yeah, me too …”
Prompt #: 23 Defense.
Pairing: Mylar (if ya squint)
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Warnings: none.
Summary: You and I have trust-issues, doctor …
Word Count: 162
Mohinder will think up every excuse and hurl every plausible reason to explain Sylar’s behavior around him, but the frightening truth is that the murderer treats him like a friend. Sylar seems to view him as an equal, worthy of much more attention than any of the others: Peter, Noah, Matt, Elle …
Even Maya, whom Mohinder knew had been ‘involved’ with the latest ‘Zane’ had earned no more than an eye-roll and a bullet.
Sometimes Mohinder reviews the tapes from the security cameras, machoistically trying to find that murderous glint in Sylar’s eye that was there when he was cutting into Peter Petrelli’s skull:
“You and I have trust-issues, doctor …”
He can’t find it.
Thinking back on every time Sylar has had him at his ‘mercy’ Mohinder can’t recall that bloodlust anywhere.
Annoyance: yes. Smugness: yes. Sarcasm: yes.
Hurt: yes.
That terrifies Mohinder.
“If you hadn’t arrived Sylar would have slaughtered us all.”
Mohinder’s walls of reason are crumbling down.
Prompt #: 24 Offense.
Pairing: Mylar
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Warnings: I don’t talk much on the phone, nor have I ever been arrested.
Summary: I’m … um … I’m in jail.
Word Count: 241
“Mohinder …”
There was only one voice that said his name like that.
“Sylar?” Mohinder managed to croak. “How did you get this phone?!”
“How do you think, dear doctor? It started ringing in the pocket of that shocking blond girl … such a delicious power I’ve got now … why did you call her, anyway?”
Mohinder cleared his throat. “I’m … um … I’m in jail.”
Sylar laughed. “Jail? Well, that’s not good, you’re much too pretty to stay locked up with only perverts for company …”
Mohinder slumped. “Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse …”
Sylar snorted. “Why are you talking to me, Mohinder? I thought you loathed me …”
“I was arrested and this is my only phone call!”
“Fine, snap at your only Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card! That’s certain to make me interrupt my busy schedule to swoop in and rescue you!”
Mohinder was about to hang up when Sylar started talking again.
“Tell you what,” the usual ‘tiger-toying-with-prey’ tone was back. “I’ll bail you out. Save your precious Company the trouble. Are you at the downtown station?”
Mohinder mouthed wordlessly. “I … what?!”
“Downtown?” Sylar repeated.
“Yes …” Mohinder was glad he was sitting down because the room seemed to be spinning. “Why are you -?”
“What can I say, doctor?” Sylar said as the guard motioned for Mohinder to wrap it up.
“I like the idea of having you in my debt …”
Prompt #: 38 Light.
Pairing: Kiro (squint) Adam/10th Wifey
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Warnings: OMG HET!
Summary: Sorry darling …
Word Count: 246
Adam flinches: sun sending his eyes into shock. “Ow!” he complains, rubbing his eyelids and blinking furiously.
“Sorry darling,” his wife says, hoisting him out of the coffin and onto the ground, where he immediately collapses: legs out of use for too long.
“How long?” Adam asks, throat raspy. He accepts the bottled water she hands him and gulps greedily.
She flops down onto the ground beside him. “Three weeks. Bastard hid you but good …”
Adam’s eyes are slowly adjusting, he can make out the color of her hair, the blue of her shirt, the curve of her mouth …
He drops the empty water bottle and lunges forward, tackling her to the ground, reclaiming her mouth with his …
Afterwards they slip their clothes back on and head for the car she has obtained.
“I know where this Hiro guy lives,” she announces as she slams the door. “Already programmed the address into the MapQuest.”
Adam plants another kiss onto her forehead. “God I love you …”
She grins. “Consider it a ‘Welcome-Back’ present. Least I could do, help you kill the guy who put you in the ground.”
For the first time in years, a pang of doubt spikes through Adam’s body. Does he really want Hiro dead? He wants his carp … Hiro to suffer, certainly, but die?
Hoping the drive is long, Adam settles himself into the passenger’s seat, weighing three weeks in a coffin against never seeing Hiro smile again.
Prompt #: 46 Princess Bride.
Pairing: Mylar (somewhat)
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: none.
Summary: Hello, my name is Mohinder Suresh; you killed my father; prepare to die.
Word Count: 254 (sorry)
Mohinder had finally cornered Sylar. This was it: he’d been waiting for many months to do this. That’s why he’d joined the Company and agreed to capture Claire with Nikessa the Strong Woman and Bob the Sicilian (the later now deceased.) Thankfully the man with the horn-rimmed glasses (also known as Noah) held no grudges after the scuffle they’d had at the Cliffs of Insanity and (after a resurrection) agreed to aid Mohinder in his quest to kill Sylar, as long as he had enough time to rescue his daughter form the evil Company Man.
“Hello, my name is Mohinder Suresh; you killed my father; prepare to die.”
After a rather epic fight Mohinder had Sylar disarmed and pinned to the wall. Mohinder was about to pull the trigger at last when Sylar did something extraordinary.
He kissed Mohinder.
Not a proper, beautiful, romantic kiss. This was a kiss full of desperation and lust and was also rather bloody because Sylar’s lip had split during the fight.
Mohinder staggered back, aroused and disgusted with himself. He said, very quickly, “Hello, my name is Mohinder Suresh; you killed my father; prepare to die!” and shot Sylar in the chest. “That was just to the left of your heart,” Mohinder shot again. “That was just below your heart …”
Sylar died of terror.
Mohinder sighed, memorizing every detail of the corpse before him. Then he dropped the gun, turned on his heel, and staggered off to find the man in the horn-rimmed glasses, Claire, and Nikessa.
Title: Nightmare Land
Prompt #: 32 Watch, 33 Cogs, 47 Paradise Lost.
Pairing: Naveen Atlas (I’ve changed his last name) and Mr. Rolex
Rating: R for attempted-rape.
Warnings: It’s too long …
Summary: Rolex Man, Rolex Man, doin’ the things that a Rolex can …
Word Count: 305 (SORRY!)
Mr. Rolex’s head snapped around: that girl, the one Naveen took care of, crying out in fear and pain …
What should he do? Screams like hers were not uncommon, particularly in this part of town … why were his feet guiding him towards her cries and the heartbeats of several excited thugs?
This didn’t make sense, he wasn’t supposed to care about the red-haired brat …
And yet here he was, at the head of an alley, watching the girl struggle futilely against four young men. Her rainbow skirt was ripped and there was a red patch on her cheek where someone had recently slapped her.
Mr. Rolex’s fists clenched.
Tick … tock …
~*~
A knock at the door.
“Janny? Thank Shiva …” Naveen yanked the door open. His relieved smile was suddenly replaced by a horrified gasp.
On the threshold stood Mr. Rolex, looking as disdainful and menacing as ever, holding the unconscious form of Janny in his arms.
“I didn’t do this, you fool,” Mr. Rolex snapped, brushing past Naveen and setting Janny down on the couch. “Stupid girl when through the badlands and ran into trouble. You’re lucky I was passing by.”
Naveen was stills standing by the door, staring at Mr. Rolex. “Th-thank you …”
“Not enough.” Mr. Rolex snapped, slamming Naveen into the wall with ease. “Words mean nothing, I want to you kiss me.”
Naveen gasped. “N-”
“You might want to rethink that answer, doctor, or I’ll throw the girl back where I found her and make you watch.”
Naveen paused for a split second, then smashed his lips gracelessly against Mr. Rolex’s smirking mouth.
Mr. Rolex ran his tongue over Naveen’s lips, chuckling as Naveen shoved him backwards.
“So long, doctor …” Mr. Rolex made a mocking bow and marched off, snapping his fingers rhythmically.
aunt_zelda
Prompt #: 32/33/47, 46, 38, 24, 23, 22, 19, 18, 15, 14, 13, 6 (TWELVE)
Pairings: Mylar, tiny bit of Kiro, a tiny bit of Claire/Monica, tiny bit of Plaude.
Rating: there are some naughty words, but overall the material is PG-13-ish.
Warnings: Mostly S2 of Heroes …
Summary: Mylar rocks my mismatched socks, I’m getting more interested in femslash, Kiro is depressing and so is Plaude and I didn’t write much of either please don’t kill me mods!
A/N: not so good this week, guys. I had a BEASTLY couple of days, cried, shouted at homophobes, squee-jigged about Torchwood, danced, snowshoed, and was generally exhausted. I spent a lot of Saturday and today trying vainly to catch up on slash, so most of these are Mylar, most of these are not very good. Also MY FINAL INSTALLMENT FOR RAPID-FIRE! I WILL WRITE NO MORE DRABBLES FOR IT! *exhausted*
Btw, the strange fic about ‘Nightmare Land’ are explained in the first Installment.
http://aunt-zelda.livejournal.com/43977.html - Installment 1: 18 fics
Prompt #: 06 Prophetic.
Pairings: Mylar, Kiro, Claire/Monica, Plaude.
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Warnings: none.
Summary: Peter paints some pretty pictures …
Word Count: 200
Peter jerked back from the dripping canvas, reeling back into reality as Isaac’s power fled.
There were four paintings in front of him, each depicting a different set of people Peter knew.
The first painting was done in red and black. It showed Sylar pinning Mohinder to a wall, eyes alight with red and Mohinder’s wide with terror. Peter jumped slightly: Sylar’s right hand was groping Mohinder.
Shaken, Peter turned to the second painting: Hiro, flat on the ground in a graveyard, being straddled by … Adam?! A blurry woman clad in black stood in the background, arms crossed, Hiro’s sword in hand.
Peter was beginning to wonder what was in the paints he’d used.
The third painting seemed innocent at first: two girls sitting on a bench in a pretty park. Then Peter realized that the girls were holding hands and kissing, and one of them was his niece, Claire.
“What the hell?” Peter wondered aloud, hoping that there was some sanity in the last painting …
… which was a rather graphic depiction of Peter himself, naked, in bed with none other than ‘Claude Rains.’
“Jesus Christ what is going on?” Peter yelped, staggering backward from the painting.
Prompt #: 13 Broken.
Pairings: Kiro, Plaude, and Mylar (all squint-worthy.)
Rating: PG-13-ish …
Warnings: oddness on my part.
Summary: Volume III is gonna be about broken peoples …
Word Count: 236
Hiro had drunk sake once and a while in his life, had a beer with Ando from time to time, but he never drank that much.
Now, with Adam screaming in his head all the time, alcohol was the only thing that he could turn to.
~*~
I’m coming for you, Hiro Nakamura …
“Don’t worry, baby,” Adam’s latest wife smiled grimly at him as she drove down the highway. “We’re gonna get him.”
Adam leaned over and kissed her cheek. Yes, yes we are …I’ll teach you to betray me twice, carp …
~*~
Peter slammed his fist into the wall. Ever since Nathan had been killed, he’d been working tirelessly to bring down the Company night and day, delving through archives and forming an uneasy alliance with Mohinder and Noah.
During all this deception and spying his thoughts began to stray to Claude, the only man who hated the Company just as much as, if not more than, Peter.
Claude could help them in the fight against the Company - that was why Peter thought about the invisible man so much … there was no other reason …
~*~
You broke me, Mohinder …
Sylar sent a dumpster flying on his way to Suresh’s apartment.
But I know how things work. I know how to fix myself …
Sylar smirked, stopping cars in their tracks as he stormed across the street.
I’ll break you back.
Prompt #: 14 Collection.
Pairing: Kiro (if ya squint)
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: Kiro is really depressing.
Summary: Hiro owned every book about Takezo Kensai there was.
Word Count: 159
Hiro owned every book about Takezo Kensai there was. Every history, every children’s book, every story his father had told him as a child. They had their own shelf in his bedroom and their worn spines used to give him comfort in his uncertain life.
No more.
Now the sight of them made him feel sick. The books seemed to mock him, blame him, accuse him, whisper to him with Adam’s voice late into the night …
You were more than a friend to me …
Hiro sat up in bed and turned on the light, glaring at the books.
Fine, if they wouldn’t shut up, he’d get rid of them …
He spent an hour packing the books into cardboard boxes, then teleported into a storage facility and left them there. Sighing with relief, Hiro climbed back into bed, anticipating an easy sleep …
Oh, come on carp, you didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?
Prompt #: 15 Chenille.
Pairing: Claire/Monica
Rating: (to be safe)
Warnings: femslash, which I keep telling you lot I am NOT good at.
Summary: What are you making sweaters for?
Word Count: 110
“What’s that?” Claire asked incredulously.
Monica looked up, needles pausing for a second. “Chenille yarn. I watched a video on knitting and now I’m making sweaters.”
Claire snorted. “What are you making sweaters for? It’s ninety degrees in the shade outside!”
Monica laughed. “Well, if we turn the air conditioner on real high it’ll get very chilly in here and …”
Claire raised her eyebrows. “And?”
Monica smiled that smile of hers that made Claire weak in the knees. “And we can put on all of these sweaters … and warm each other up.”
Claire picked up the spare needles. “You know what? Suddenly I’m very interested in knitting …”
Prompt #: 18 Reckoning
Pairing: Mylar
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: semi-domestic bickering.
Summary: Regretting your decision?
Word Count: 260 (sorry)
“What, no cuddling?”
“Shut up.”
“Oho … morning-after jitters? Regretting your decision?”
Mohinder pulls on a shirt, averting the eyes of the man in his bed. “Last night was nothing, do you understand me? Nothing. Just me protecting my daughter.”
Sylar rolls his eyes and climbs out of bed. “I never mentioned the girl. I never made threats.” he begins to get dressed as well. “You seem determined to paint me as a sad freak who has to coerce people for sex. You fit that profile more than I do … don’t you walk away from me!” the door immediately slams shut. “This was not a one-time deal, Mohinder! We need to discuss this like adults!”
Mohinder spins around. “There’s nothing to discuss!” he yells, yanking on the doorknob. “Let me out or -”
“Just answer me this,” Sylar says, cutting him off. “What are you more embarrassed about? Banging a man or banging your father’s murderer?”
Mohinder freezes.
“You’ve got to think about that, haven’t you?” Sylar strides across the room and seizes Mohinder’s shoulders. “Look at me,” he demands softly, forcing Mohinder’s head up with his hand. “Tell me you hate me … tell me you want me dead …”
Mohinder doesn’t say a word, unable to tear his eyes away from Sylar’s.
Sylar leans down to whisper into Mohinder’s ear, “Say you love me …”
Mohinder pauses, then shoves Sylar back.
“You will never hear me say that.” he hisses, yanking the door open and storming off to his job, plagued by feelings he wishes didn’t exist.
Prompt #: 19 Sketch.
Pairing: Mylar
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: Odd setup …
Summary: I don’t WANT the List …
Word Count: 154
“I don’t have the List.”
“I don’t want the List.”
“I don’t know where Matt took Molly.”
“I don’t care about the cop and the brat.”
“I’m not going to beg for my life.”
“I’m not going to kill you.”
“I won’t tell you a thing, no matter how long you tor-”
“SHUT UP!”
…
“You just kissed me.”
“Yes I did.”
“On the lips.”
“Yes I did.”
“You’re disgusting and unnatural and -”
“You’re not talking about the killings anymore, are you?”
“No! If you -”
“Force you? I’d never settle for anything less than consensual sex …”
“Well you can forget about that with me!”
…
“Why aren’t you hurting me?”
“The last thing you need right now is more abuse, Mohinder.”
“Get away from me!”
“What are you so afraid of?”
“A serial-killer who wants to jump my bones!”
…
“… fair enough.”
“What? You’re leaving?”
“I’ll be back …”
Prompt #: 22 Monster.
Pairing: Mylar (Mywalker fam)
Rating: R for naughty words.
Warnings: Molly explaining why I did not have time to write many drabbles this week.
Summary: S-stupid guys … at school!
Word Count: 121
“How can people be so cruel?” Mohinder whispered, shutting Molly’s bedroom door: their daughter had come home in tears once again. This time two boys had been confusing pedophiles with gays.
Sylar’s fists clenched. “May I go and murder them?” he asked.
Mohinder shook his head. “I’m afraid not …”
“Could I just freak them out? Maybe use that illusion power to -”
“Sylar, dear, you can’t do that. Besides, I thought you’d given up killing people!”
“Homophobes don’t count as people!” Sylar snapped.
Mohinder sighed. “I wish everyone else saw things that way.”
The raw hurt in his eyes jerked Sylar out of his fury. He embraced his partner, filing away his anger … for now. “Yeah, me too …”
Prompt #: 23 Defense.
Pairing: Mylar (if ya squint)
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Warnings: none.
Summary: You and I have trust-issues, doctor …
Word Count: 162
Mohinder will think up every excuse and hurl every plausible reason to explain Sylar’s behavior around him, but the frightening truth is that the murderer treats him like a friend. Sylar seems to view him as an equal, worthy of much more attention than any of the others: Peter, Noah, Matt, Elle …
Even Maya, whom Mohinder knew had been ‘involved’ with the latest ‘Zane’ had earned no more than an eye-roll and a bullet.
Sometimes Mohinder reviews the tapes from the security cameras, machoistically trying to find that murderous glint in Sylar’s eye that was there when he was cutting into Peter Petrelli’s skull:
“You and I have trust-issues, doctor …”
He can’t find it.
Thinking back on every time Sylar has had him at his ‘mercy’ Mohinder can’t recall that bloodlust anywhere.
Annoyance: yes. Smugness: yes. Sarcasm: yes.
Hurt: yes.
That terrifies Mohinder.
“If you hadn’t arrived Sylar would have slaughtered us all.”
Mohinder’s walls of reason are crumbling down.
Prompt #: 24 Offense.
Pairing: Mylar
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Warnings: I don’t talk much on the phone, nor have I ever been arrested.
Summary: I’m … um … I’m in jail.
Word Count: 241
“Mohinder …”
There was only one voice that said his name like that.
“Sylar?” Mohinder managed to croak. “How did you get this phone?!”
“How do you think, dear doctor? It started ringing in the pocket of that shocking blond girl … such a delicious power I’ve got now … why did you call her, anyway?”
Mohinder cleared his throat. “I’m … um … I’m in jail.”
Sylar laughed. “Jail? Well, that’s not good, you’re much too pretty to stay locked up with only perverts for company …”
Mohinder slumped. “Just when I thought this day couldn’t get any worse …”
Sylar snorted. “Why are you talking to me, Mohinder? I thought you loathed me …”
“I was arrested and this is my only phone call!”
“Fine, snap at your only Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card! That’s certain to make me interrupt my busy schedule to swoop in and rescue you!”
Mohinder was about to hang up when Sylar started talking again.
“Tell you what,” the usual ‘tiger-toying-with-prey’ tone was back. “I’ll bail you out. Save your precious Company the trouble. Are you at the downtown station?”
Mohinder mouthed wordlessly. “I … what?!”
“Downtown?” Sylar repeated.
“Yes …” Mohinder was glad he was sitting down because the room seemed to be spinning. “Why are you -?”
“What can I say, doctor?” Sylar said as the guard motioned for Mohinder to wrap it up.
“I like the idea of having you in my debt …”
Prompt #: 38 Light.
Pairing: Kiro (squint) Adam/10th Wifey
Rating: PG-13-ish.
Warnings: OMG HET!
Summary: Sorry darling …
Word Count: 246
Adam flinches: sun sending his eyes into shock. “Ow!” he complains, rubbing his eyelids and blinking furiously.
“Sorry darling,” his wife says, hoisting him out of the coffin and onto the ground, where he immediately collapses: legs out of use for too long.
“How long?” Adam asks, throat raspy. He accepts the bottled water she hands him and gulps greedily.
She flops down onto the ground beside him. “Three weeks. Bastard hid you but good …”
Adam’s eyes are slowly adjusting, he can make out the color of her hair, the blue of her shirt, the curve of her mouth …
He drops the empty water bottle and lunges forward, tackling her to the ground, reclaiming her mouth with his …
Afterwards they slip their clothes back on and head for the car she has obtained.
“I know where this Hiro guy lives,” she announces as she slams the door. “Already programmed the address into the MapQuest.”
Adam plants another kiss onto her forehead. “God I love you …”
She grins. “Consider it a ‘Welcome-Back’ present. Least I could do, help you kill the guy who put you in the ground.”
For the first time in years, a pang of doubt spikes through Adam’s body. Does he really want Hiro dead? He wants his carp … Hiro to suffer, certainly, but die?
Hoping the drive is long, Adam settles himself into the passenger’s seat, weighing three weeks in a coffin against never seeing Hiro smile again.
Prompt #: 46 Princess Bride.
Pairing: Mylar (somewhat)
Rating: PG-13-ish
Warnings: none.
Summary: Hello, my name is Mohinder Suresh; you killed my father; prepare to die.
Word Count: 254 (sorry)
Mohinder had finally cornered Sylar. This was it: he’d been waiting for many months to do this. That’s why he’d joined the Company and agreed to capture Claire with Nikessa the Strong Woman and Bob the Sicilian (the later now deceased.) Thankfully the man with the horn-rimmed glasses (also known as Noah) held no grudges after the scuffle they’d had at the Cliffs of Insanity and (after a resurrection) agreed to aid Mohinder in his quest to kill Sylar, as long as he had enough time to rescue his daughter form the evil Company Man.
“Hello, my name is Mohinder Suresh; you killed my father; prepare to die.”
After a rather epic fight Mohinder had Sylar disarmed and pinned to the wall. Mohinder was about to pull the trigger at last when Sylar did something extraordinary.
He kissed Mohinder.
Not a proper, beautiful, romantic kiss. This was a kiss full of desperation and lust and was also rather bloody because Sylar’s lip had split during the fight.
Mohinder staggered back, aroused and disgusted with himself. He said, very quickly, “Hello, my name is Mohinder Suresh; you killed my father; prepare to die!” and shot Sylar in the chest. “That was just to the left of your heart,” Mohinder shot again. “That was just below your heart …”
Sylar died of terror.
Mohinder sighed, memorizing every detail of the corpse before him. Then he dropped the gun, turned on his heel, and staggered off to find the man in the horn-rimmed glasses, Claire, and Nikessa.
Title: Nightmare Land
Prompt #: 32 Watch, 33 Cogs, 47 Paradise Lost.
Pairing: Naveen Atlas (I’ve changed his last name) and Mr. Rolex
Rating: R for attempted-rape.
Warnings: It’s too long …
Summary: Rolex Man, Rolex Man, doin’ the things that a Rolex can …
Word Count: 305 (SORRY!)
Mr. Rolex’s head snapped around: that girl, the one Naveen took care of, crying out in fear and pain …
What should he do? Screams like hers were not uncommon, particularly in this part of town … why were his feet guiding him towards her cries and the heartbeats of several excited thugs?
This didn’t make sense, he wasn’t supposed to care about the red-haired brat …
And yet here he was, at the head of an alley, watching the girl struggle futilely against four young men. Her rainbow skirt was ripped and there was a red patch on her cheek where someone had recently slapped her.
Mr. Rolex’s fists clenched.
Tick … tock …
~*~
A knock at the door.
“Janny? Thank Shiva …” Naveen yanked the door open. His relieved smile was suddenly replaced by a horrified gasp.
On the threshold stood Mr. Rolex, looking as disdainful and menacing as ever, holding the unconscious form of Janny in his arms.
“I didn’t do this, you fool,” Mr. Rolex snapped, brushing past Naveen and setting Janny down on the couch. “Stupid girl when through the badlands and ran into trouble. You’re lucky I was passing by.”
Naveen was stills standing by the door, staring at Mr. Rolex. “Th-thank you …”
“Not enough.” Mr. Rolex snapped, slamming Naveen into the wall with ease. “Words mean nothing, I want to you kiss me.”
Naveen gasped. “N-”
“You might want to rethink that answer, doctor, or I’ll throw the girl back where I found her and make you watch.”
Naveen paused for a split second, then smashed his lips gracelessly against Mr. Rolex’s smirking mouth.
Mr. Rolex ran his tongue over Naveen’s lips, chuckling as Naveen shoved him backwards.
“So long, doctor …” Mr. Rolex made a mocking bow and marched off, snapping his fingers rhythmically.