Malice in Wonderland - Niki/Sylar - Part 1/3
Title: Malice in Wonderland - Part One
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Niki/Sylar - mention of other characters
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: Faced with an unlikely encounter with each other-set loosely in s2, Niki Sanders and Sylar make their own decisions of their future.
Author's Notes:This was written for the challenge heroes-fest and the prompt : 'Evolutionary Imperative (Niki/Sylar)
Huge thanks to my beta dana-serenity =D
Crossposted: At heroes-niki, heroes-fic, rare-heroes,heroes-fest,heroes-sylar
Malice in Wonderland- Part One
Everything was lost.
It seemed that she was not good at anything.
She was not good. Period.
She wished she could rid herself of this evil that haunted her and took over her body and her life whenever it pleased.
But she hadn’t found the strength.
What the hell was happening to her? She was Niki Sanders.
A wife and a mother.
Mother to Micah, who was her only light in a life that was filled with darkness.
A darkness that stemmed from her alone.
So many times she had tried to be in control, be Niki. Be herself.
Be the person she knew she could be.
A kind, eager, compassionate person who offered help and understanding rather than pain and fear.
She was tired of this duality residing within her body, her shell.
She wanted to dispose of the darkness in her, the way she would be able to shed her skin, had she been a snake.
Why couldn’t things be less complicated?
She didn’t dare say “simple”.
Simple was out of the question now.
But couldn’t she just close her eyes and pretend that all of this hadn’t happened?
She wished she hadn’t killed anyone.
That there was no blood staining her hands and guilt staining her conscience…
She would be happy and content if all she had to do was become a housewife, preparing meals for her husband and son, cleaning and ironing their clothes, picking up groceries….
But it seemed that something inside her wasn’t content with just that.
It wanted more, it needed more.
More power, more control, more pain inflicted on others.
She knew it the moment she felt that familiar sense of power overwhelming her, when her clenched fists were just aching to punch, when her whole body showed nothing more than the desire for combat, that things were never going to be the same again…
Niki Sanders wasn't even sure things had ever been what she had thought they were.
Maybe she had never been an innocent girl.
Maybe this darkness had been there from the start, just lurking in the corners of her mind, waiting just waiting for the perfect opportunity to come out.
But she had seen so much blood, so much bruising, witnessed so much suffering that she knew her innocence and sanity were gone forever.
Her only goal was to start anew.
All she needed was a clean slate. Absolution.
Someone to tell her that all she had to do was genuinely repent and ask for forgiveness…
And it would be there within her reach.
Curled up on that apartment building terrace, with her chin on her knees, Niki was crying for the innocence she had lost and the innocence she had unintentionally deprived her son of.
So many things he had witnessed.
Things that no child his age should have seen…
She didn’t see the other man, slowly climbing up the ladder to the terrace...
Walking towards her place and stopping only a few feet from her, looking at her intensely, smiling or frowning along with her thoughts.
The thoughts he could hear…
Gabriel Gray wasn’t someone to be cheated. Instead he was the cheater.
He was the villain of the story, with malice on his mind, a sickening smile on his face and blood on his hands.
A little while ago he was nothing more than a purposeless watchmaker.
Someone the name Gabriel Gray fitted.
Not anymore.
Now he was Sylar.
Now he was the key to everything, the admonition in every story.
The reason the children left their lights switched on during the night.
The special children anyways.
He scoffed at his thought because in his heart, his black, stone-cold heart he knew there was no one as special as he was, but no matter how exciting yet selfish that sounded and occasionally was, he bitterly admitted that he also felt not just unique but alone…
End Of Part One
Author: force-oblique
Rating: G, possibly AU
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Niki/Sylar - mention of other characters
Word Count: In Progress
Summary: Faced with an unlikely encounter with each other-set loosely in s2, Niki Sanders and Sylar make their own decisions of their future.
Author's Notes:This was written for the challenge heroes-fest and the prompt : 'Evolutionary Imperative (Niki/Sylar)
Huge thanks to my beta dana-serenity =D
Crossposted: At heroes-niki, heroes-fic, rare-heroes,heroes-fest,heroes-sylar
Malice in Wonderland- Part One
Everything was lost.
It seemed that she was not good at anything.
She was not good. Period.
She wished she could rid herself of this evil that haunted her and took over her body and her life whenever it pleased.
But she hadn’t found the strength.
What the hell was happening to her? She was Niki Sanders.
A wife and a mother.
Mother to Micah, who was her only light in a life that was filled with darkness.
A darkness that stemmed from her alone.
So many times she had tried to be in control, be Niki. Be herself.
Be the person she knew she could be.
A kind, eager, compassionate person who offered help and understanding rather than pain and fear.
She was tired of this duality residing within her body, her shell.
She wanted to dispose of the darkness in her, the way she would be able to shed her skin, had she been a snake.
Why couldn’t things be less complicated?
She didn’t dare say “simple”.
Simple was out of the question now.
But couldn’t she just close her eyes and pretend that all of this hadn’t happened?
She wished she hadn’t killed anyone.
That there was no blood staining her hands and guilt staining her conscience…
She would be happy and content if all she had to do was become a housewife, preparing meals for her husband and son, cleaning and ironing their clothes, picking up groceries….
But it seemed that something inside her wasn’t content with just that.
It wanted more, it needed more.
More power, more control, more pain inflicted on others.
She knew it the moment she felt that familiar sense of power overwhelming her, when her clenched fists were just aching to punch, when her whole body showed nothing more than the desire for combat, that things were never going to be the same again…
Niki Sanders wasn't even sure things had ever been what she had thought they were.
Maybe she had never been an innocent girl.
Maybe this darkness had been there from the start, just lurking in the corners of her mind, waiting just waiting for the perfect opportunity to come out.
But she had seen so much blood, so much bruising, witnessed so much suffering that she knew her innocence and sanity were gone forever.
Her only goal was to start anew.
All she needed was a clean slate. Absolution.
Someone to tell her that all she had to do was genuinely repent and ask for forgiveness…
And it would be there within her reach.
Curled up on that apartment building terrace, with her chin on her knees, Niki was crying for the innocence she had lost and the innocence she had unintentionally deprived her son of.
So many things he had witnessed.
Things that no child his age should have seen…
She didn’t see the other man, slowly climbing up the ladder to the terrace...
Walking towards her place and stopping only a few feet from her, looking at her intensely, smiling or frowning along with her thoughts.
The thoughts he could hear…
Gabriel Gray wasn’t someone to be cheated. Instead he was the cheater.
He was the villain of the story, with malice on his mind, a sickening smile on his face and blood on his hands.
A little while ago he was nothing more than a purposeless watchmaker.
Someone the name Gabriel Gray fitted.
Not anymore.
Now he was Sylar.
Now he was the key to everything, the admonition in every story.
The reason the children left their lights switched on during the night.
The special children anyways.
He scoffed at his thought because in his heart, his black, stone-cold heart he knew there was no one as special as he was, but no matter how exciting yet selfish that sounded and occasionally was, he bitterly admitted that he also felt not just unique but alone…
End Of Part One