Fic: Acquiesce, PG
Title: Acquiesce
Author: eriksselest
Rating: PG
Character: Sylar
Warnings: None - Takes place post-Brave New World
Word Count: 463
Summary: Sylar ponders on his immediate future until he finds a worrying surprise at home.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sylar, Heroes, or Pace University.
Prompt: "I've been summoned." - Jim Profit for heroes_contest Drabble Challenge #22
Author's Note: This can either be a stand-alone fic or a follow-up of “ Morning Haze.” Enjoy!
After the outing Claire had conducted for specials across the world and Sylar's new found direction so to speak, Sylar was left with an immense sense of discontent. The world was his oyster and yet he was holed up in his grand apartment like a princess hidden away in a tower. Returning to watchmaking was out of the question for the old shop had too many bad memories associated with it. There was no way he could return to hunting for powers. Looking back on all of the lives Sylar took . . . it was like a living nightmare for him. All of the blood and broken lives . . . he was like a personal grim reaper collecting the souls of each being he hunted.
The only option was to go back to school and pick up a new trade. He considered his options as he walked down the cereal isle of the local supermarket. No major was needed of him when he had filled out his application two weeks before. One of the sciences was an obvious choice. Biology was out . . . Sylar had experienced enough in the way of human anatomy in his travels. The chemicals in his high school lab used to give him slight asthma attacks, but that would be a non-issue now, that is, because he could not be harmed physically thanks to Claire. Physics is only practical if one intends to be a teacher or engineer.
Sylar continued to think of his possible future courses as he placed each box, can, and carefully bagged piece of fresh produce onto the short conveyor belt. The cashier was a droll girl in her teens that smiled far too much for his liking so he quickly paid and left with his bags.
~~~~~~
As he entered his apartment Sylar quickly noticed a fat, white envelope laying face down right underneath his door frame. Someone must have slipped it underneath while he was away. Placing the groceries on the counter top, quickly grabbing the eggs before they could fall and crack all over the floor, Sylar moved to open the envelope which appeared to be from a law firm in the vicinity. With a quizzical look he ripped open the back and unfolded the packet.
“Dear Mr. Gabriel Gray,
This letter is to inform you that you have been served. Pace University of New York City, New York has filed a report after a standard background check due to your interest in enrollment. They have informed us of concern about your character and the Federal Bureau of Investigation will be involved in ensuring that you civilly acquiesce to their requests. You are due to court on . . .”
Sylar scanned the pages of legal jargon with wide eyes. Guess college was out of the question now.
“Oh, sh-”
Cheers!
~Sel^.+
Author: eriksselest
Rating: PG
Character: Sylar
Warnings: None - Takes place post-Brave New World
Word Count: 463
Summary: Sylar ponders on his immediate future until he finds a worrying surprise at home.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sylar, Heroes, or Pace University.
Prompt: "I've been summoned." - Jim Profit for heroes_contest Drabble Challenge #22
Author's Note: This can either be a stand-alone fic or a follow-up of “ Morning Haze.” Enjoy!
After the outing Claire had conducted for specials across the world and Sylar's new found direction so to speak, Sylar was left with an immense sense of discontent. The world was his oyster and yet he was holed up in his grand apartment like a princess hidden away in a tower. Returning to watchmaking was out of the question for the old shop had too many bad memories associated with it. There was no way he could return to hunting for powers. Looking back on all of the lives Sylar took . . . it was like a living nightmare for him. All of the blood and broken lives . . . he was like a personal grim reaper collecting the souls of each being he hunted.
The only option was to go back to school and pick up a new trade. He considered his options as he walked down the cereal isle of the local supermarket. No major was needed of him when he had filled out his application two weeks before. One of the sciences was an obvious choice. Biology was out . . . Sylar had experienced enough in the way of human anatomy in his travels. The chemicals in his high school lab used to give him slight asthma attacks, but that would be a non-issue now, that is, because he could not be harmed physically thanks to Claire. Physics is only practical if one intends to be a teacher or engineer.
Sylar continued to think of his possible future courses as he placed each box, can, and carefully bagged piece of fresh produce onto the short conveyor belt. The cashier was a droll girl in her teens that smiled far too much for his liking so he quickly paid and left with his bags.
~~~~~~
As he entered his apartment Sylar quickly noticed a fat, white envelope laying face down right underneath his door frame. Someone must have slipped it underneath while he was away. Placing the groceries on the counter top, quickly grabbing the eggs before they could fall and crack all over the floor, Sylar moved to open the envelope which appeared to be from a law firm in the vicinity. With a quizzical look he ripped open the back and unfolded the packet.
“Dear Mr. Gabriel Gray,
This letter is to inform you that you have been served. Pace University of New York City, New York has filed a report after a standard background check due to your interest in enrollment. They have informed us of concern about your character and the Federal Bureau of Investigation will be involved in ensuring that you civilly acquiesce to their requests. You are due to court on . . .”
Sylar scanned the pages of legal jargon with wide eyes. Guess college was out of the question now.
“Oh, sh-”
Cheers!
~Sel^.+