Ficlet: This Is Heaven To No One Else But Me
Title: This Is Heaven To No One Else But Me
Spoilers: only through 3x04 I Am Become Death
Rating: PG-13 (for language and graphic murder)
A/N: It has come to my attention that when you love as many characters that are killers as I do, you may be somewhat disturbed. So fair warning, this comes to you from a sadistic mind and therefore might be disturbing to non-sadistic people.
Title from Sarah McLachlan’s song “Elsewhere"
Fanart based on the fic and made by the awesome and talented reverie18
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Sylar pinned the man helpless against the wall. Telekinesis really was a useful power when it came to killing. He raised his hand to finish the job, but when he heard the soft patter of feet across the floor, he let his arm fall to the side as he turned.
Elle reached his side and laced her fingers with his. “You should be resting,” he chastised tenderly.
“I’m not tired,” she pouted. She rested her head against his shoulder for a moment before reaching out and grasping his other hand and placing it on her large extended belly.
The little life moved against his hand as he rubbed gentle circles across the spot with his thumb; he smiled and kissed her hairline.
“Who the fuck are you people?” the man shouted from his position still pinned to the wall.
Elle’s eyes shot towards the man. “We were having a moment,” she said venomously at the interruption and raised the hand that previously resided on her stomach to produce a crackling blue stream of electricity. His screams pierced the air for only a couple of seconds before he slumped unconsciously onto the floor, released from Gabriel’s invisible hold, still smoldering.
Elle released her hand from Gabriel’s as he knelt down next to the body to slice open the head. Blood pooled across the wooden floor as he reached inside to feel for his shiny new power with the same expression as a child searching for his brand new prize at the bottom of a cereal box.
He smiled when he found it, so much power and hardly used. His smile grew even larger when he heard the soft music float through the dead man’s loft and turned see Elle’s outstretched fingers wiggling at him, silently asking him to take her hand.
He placed his still bloody hand in hers and stood, taking her in his arms and slowly swayed with her to the music.
Her feet swollen from pregnancy were bare and left little footprints of blood on the floor as they danced.
Spoilers: only through 3x04 I Am Become Death
Rating: PG-13 (for language and graphic murder)
A/N: It has come to my attention that when you love as many characters that are killers as I do, you may be somewhat disturbed. So fair warning, this comes to you from a sadistic mind and therefore might be disturbing to non-sadistic people.
Title from Sarah McLachlan’s song “Elsewhere"
Fanart based on the fic and made by the awesome and talented reverie18
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Sylar pinned the man helpless against the wall. Telekinesis really was a useful power when it came to killing. He raised his hand to finish the job, but when he heard the soft patter of feet across the floor, he let his arm fall to the side as he turned.
Elle reached his side and laced her fingers with his. “You should be resting,” he chastised tenderly.
“I’m not tired,” she pouted. She rested her head against his shoulder for a moment before reaching out and grasping his other hand and placing it on her large extended belly.
The little life moved against his hand as he rubbed gentle circles across the spot with his thumb; he smiled and kissed her hairline.
“Who the fuck are you people?” the man shouted from his position still pinned to the wall.
Elle’s eyes shot towards the man. “We were having a moment,” she said venomously at the interruption and raised the hand that previously resided on her stomach to produce a crackling blue stream of electricity. His screams pierced the air for only a couple of seconds before he slumped unconsciously onto the floor, released from Gabriel’s invisible hold, still smoldering.
Elle released her hand from Gabriel’s as he knelt down next to the body to slice open the head. Blood pooled across the wooden floor as he reached inside to feel for his shiny new power with the same expression as a child searching for his brand new prize at the bottom of a cereal box.
He smiled when he found it, so much power and hardly used. His smile grew even larger when he heard the soft music float through the dead man’s loft and turned see Elle’s outstretched fingers wiggling at him, silently asking him to take her hand.
He placed his still bloody hand in hers and stood, taking her in his arms and slowly swayed with her to the music.
Her feet swollen from pregnancy were bare and left little footprints of blood on the floor as they danced.