Malice In Wonderland - Niki/Sylar - Part Two
Title: Malice in Wonderland - Part Two - Sylar POV
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)
This part and the next one inspired by After Forever's Song: "Beyond Me".
Crossposted: At heroes-niki, heroes-fic, rare-heroes,heroes-fest,heroes-sylar
Read:[ Part 1]
Malice in Wonderland- Part Two(2/3) - Sylar POV
Lyrics: "Beyond Me" By After Forever
His eyes on Niki’s back, Sylar approached her slowly, pausing at some point to settle down and sit the way she did on the cold, concrete surface.
She was there, almost immobile, almost soundless but the soft sobs escaping her mouth.
He chuckled slowly at her naivety, her inexperience.
She had no clue he was there, a few feet away from her.
She had no clue he had been following her all night, closing in on her like a wolf on its prey.
{I know I'm alone, but somebody's watching me
Follows me everywhere I go
A cold flow surprised me again, I shiver
The presence of something, I can hear it's breathing}
He knew that despite her façade of bravery, she was just as vulnerable as any little girl, yet had she taken notice of him she would stand up to him.
Challenging him, ordering him to leave her alone. Oblivious of her limitations, his superiority, the futility of this…
{Leave me alone, wherever you came from
Hearing so much voices, no one's talking
Running for something, nothing, in the black of the night
Creeps around you, the invisible force that makes you crazy
I can't remember how it feels to be warm, to be alone...
Without that fear deep inside me}
Having watched her with the ease of the predator he was, he knew she would welcome death even while fighting against it with all her super-human strength.
And that was what made her special.
Torn between her longing for death and her almost religious respect of her duty as a mother, as a person…
{Icons of death float on beyond me
whispering my name and breathing my fear
The menace of insanity
Inner voices cry out for action
Defenceless as I am
Lost in the alleged paradise}
Oh, yes she would fight….. When time came…
When time was right...
When he had started following her that night, he would never have guessed as to where she was going.
He just kept walking, following on her tracks.
His eyes on the gentle curve of her hips as she made her way across streets and past people who were too mundane to recognize extraordinary.
Niki Sanders was undoubtedly a beautiful woman. Charming, attractive, mysterious with just enough sadness in her eyes to pull you in and keep you there, a prisoner of those clear, blue eyes behind the bars of her long eyelashes.
Yet no matter how a man would love to think that he had finally figured her out that was far from the truth.
This sadness, the sorrow you could feel in her eyes was only superficial.
It was only a façade. Sylar knew it.
It was merely a cover for the darkness that resided within her.
This sadness as alluring as it was addictive, could bring a man to his knees.
Any man who laid eyes on her would give anything to chase away the shadow from her eyes, the invisible weight of the world off her shoulders. The guilt off her soul.
Any man would melt at the sight of her smile, at the sound of her laughter.
Yes, Niki had them all fooled, Sylar thought.
But not him. Not Sylar.
For he had seen her for who she really was. He had dared to look deep into her eyes and not get pulled in.
The clear blue in her chilling gaze could dishearten anyone if she really chose to, but not him.
Because despite the coldness, the subtle hints of sorrow, he had looked even deeper in her and he had recognized something of his.
His darkness had recognized a part of itself inside her.
She was haunted by the same ghosts, the same nightmares, the same demons. Only in his case, he called them his guides.
{Running for something, nothing, in the black of the night
Creeps around you, the invisible force that makes you crazy
I can't remember how it feels to be warm, to be alone...
Without that fear deep inside me}
In his case they were not unwelcome, they were not deemed abusive or imposing, though they were just as compelling.
He had found the dark, unadulterated evil deeply rooted in him an
He had embraced it. He had let it become one with him.
He didn’t continue fighting against it, he didn’t try to pluck it out of him.
It would be futile, childish, near-sighted.
And that was something Sylar never had been and never would be.
Instead, he saw the big picture.
And looking at the blonde woman sitting in front of him he wondered if there was room in that picture for her.
{I'm not sure if I am here or elsewhere
Searching for satisfaction
Beyond the frontiers of my comprehension}
He knew the monster. He recognized the beast in her.
He identified with its agonized cries to get out if the prison of her morality. And it thrilled him.
She was young, she was beautiful and she had so much potential. And she was there for the taking, there for the pain....
He had looked into her, her life. He never went hunting unprepared.
Life had been hard on her but she was proud, she was selfish and she had risen on top of all of that. But there were some things that were just too cruel, too unbearable to deal with.
That was when Jessica had come in.
{The menace of insanity
Inner voices cry out for action
Defenceless as I am
Lost in the alleged paradise}
All of Niki’s glorious qualities.
Spirit, determination, charm, strong will all multiplied by a hundred with a dash of evil. Just the way he liked his women.
Jessica was a glorious creature of cruelty with an incredible capacity for pain and physical strength. Lifting up things twice her weight.
He had seen her bend the laws of physics when she had hit him on that night. That critical night on which Hiro had pierced through his flesh with his sword.
They thought they had killed him then. They thought they had killed Sylar.
Just like they thought they had put Jessica away.
But they were wrong on both occasions.
They were connected this way Jessica and him.
They were both pronounced dead but they were survivors, they were fighters and they were alive and kicking.
He had come after her with such expectations but seeing her now in front of him curled up like a little girl, crying for the innocence she had lost, the lives she had taken, remorse oozing out of her..
It almost felt like sacrilege.
They could do so much together.
She could rule by his side.
Her power, her passion, complementing his own hunger and dominance.
But now everything was wrong.
She seemed broken and if Sylar knew anything, it was fixing things that were broken even if it meant destroying them altogether and building them from scratch…..
{Icons of death float on beyond me
whispering my name and breathing my fear}
End of Part Two
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)
This part and the next one inspired by After Forever's Song: "Beyond Me".
Crossposted: At heroes-niki, heroes-fic, rare-heroes,heroes-fest,heroes-sylar
Read:[ Part 1]
Malice in Wonderland- Part Two(2/3) - Sylar POV
Lyrics: "Beyond Me" By After Forever
His eyes on Niki’s back, Sylar approached her slowly, pausing at some point to settle down and sit the way she did on the cold, concrete surface.
She was there, almost immobile, almost soundless but the soft sobs escaping her mouth.
He chuckled slowly at her naivety, her inexperience.
She had no clue he was there, a few feet away from her.
She had no clue he had been following her all night, closing in on her like a wolf on its prey.
{I know I'm alone, but somebody's watching me
Follows me everywhere I go
A cold flow surprised me again, I shiver
The presence of something, I can hear it's breathing}
He knew that despite her façade of bravery, she was just as vulnerable as any little girl, yet had she taken notice of him she would stand up to him.
Challenging him, ordering him to leave her alone. Oblivious of her limitations, his superiority, the futility of this…
{Leave me alone, wherever you came from
Hearing so much voices, no one's talking
Running for something, nothing, in the black of the night
Creeps around you, the invisible force that makes you crazy
I can't remember how it feels to be warm, to be alone...
Without that fear deep inside me}
Having watched her with the ease of the predator he was, he knew she would welcome death even while fighting against it with all her super-human strength.
And that was what made her special.
Torn between her longing for death and her almost religious respect of her duty as a mother, as a person…
{Icons of death float on beyond me
whispering my name and breathing my fear
The menace of insanity
Inner voices cry out for action
Defenceless as I am
Lost in the alleged paradise}
Oh, yes she would fight….. When time came…
When time was right...
When he had started following her that night, he would never have guessed as to where she was going.
He just kept walking, following on her tracks.
His eyes on the gentle curve of her hips as she made her way across streets and past people who were too mundane to recognize extraordinary.
Niki Sanders was undoubtedly a beautiful woman. Charming, attractive, mysterious with just enough sadness in her eyes to pull you in and keep you there, a prisoner of those clear, blue eyes behind the bars of her long eyelashes.
Yet no matter how a man would love to think that he had finally figured her out that was far from the truth.
This sadness, the sorrow you could feel in her eyes was only superficial.
It was only a façade. Sylar knew it.
It was merely a cover for the darkness that resided within her.
This sadness as alluring as it was addictive, could bring a man to his knees.
Any man who laid eyes on her would give anything to chase away the shadow from her eyes, the invisible weight of the world off her shoulders. The guilt off her soul.
Any man would melt at the sight of her smile, at the sound of her laughter.
Yes, Niki had them all fooled, Sylar thought.
But not him. Not Sylar.
For he had seen her for who she really was. He had dared to look deep into her eyes and not get pulled in.
The clear blue in her chilling gaze could dishearten anyone if she really chose to, but not him.
Because despite the coldness, the subtle hints of sorrow, he had looked even deeper in her and he had recognized something of his.
His darkness had recognized a part of itself inside her.
She was haunted by the same ghosts, the same nightmares, the same demons. Only in his case, he called them his guides.
{Running for something, nothing, in the black of the night
Creeps around you, the invisible force that makes you crazy
I can't remember how it feels to be warm, to be alone...
Without that fear deep inside me}
In his case they were not unwelcome, they were not deemed abusive or imposing, though they were just as compelling.
He had found the dark, unadulterated evil deeply rooted in him an
He had embraced it. He had let it become one with him.
He didn’t continue fighting against it, he didn’t try to pluck it out of him.
It would be futile, childish, near-sighted.
And that was something Sylar never had been and never would be.
Instead, he saw the big picture.
And looking at the blonde woman sitting in front of him he wondered if there was room in that picture for her.
{I'm not sure if I am here or elsewhere
Searching for satisfaction
Beyond the frontiers of my comprehension}
He knew the monster. He recognized the beast in her.
He identified with its agonized cries to get out if the prison of her morality. And it thrilled him.
She was young, she was beautiful and she had so much potential. And she was there for the taking, there for the pain....
He had looked into her, her life. He never went hunting unprepared.
Life had been hard on her but she was proud, she was selfish and she had risen on top of all of that. But there were some things that were just too cruel, too unbearable to deal with.
That was when Jessica had come in.
{The menace of insanity
Inner voices cry out for action
Defenceless as I am
Lost in the alleged paradise}
All of Niki’s glorious qualities.
Spirit, determination, charm, strong will all multiplied by a hundred with a dash of evil. Just the way he liked his women.
Jessica was a glorious creature of cruelty with an incredible capacity for pain and physical strength. Lifting up things twice her weight.
He had seen her bend the laws of physics when she had hit him on that night. That critical night on which Hiro had pierced through his flesh with his sword.
They thought they had killed him then. They thought they had killed Sylar.
Just like they thought they had put Jessica away.
But they were wrong on both occasions.
They were connected this way Jessica and him.
They were both pronounced dead but they were survivors, they were fighters and they were alive and kicking.
He had come after her with such expectations but seeing her now in front of him curled up like a little girl, crying for the innocence she had lost, the lives she had taken, remorse oozing out of her..
It almost felt like sacrilege.
They could do so much together.
She could rule by his side.
Her power, her passion, complementing his own hunger and dominance.
But now everything was wrong.
She seemed broken and if Sylar knew anything, it was fixing things that were broken even if it meant destroying them altogether and building them from scratch…..
{Icons of death float on beyond me
whispering my name and breathing my fear}
End of Part Two