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Author: Ca
Title: A whisper out of you
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mohinder/Zane hints, maybe a Paire/Clach hint or two.
Rating: PGish
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, yo.
Warnings: gen, angst, melancholyness, general strangeness
Summary: A little bit of juxtaposition for the Back to Mylar ficathon.
Word Count: 653
"I don't know what to do with your shirts or your letters, they make a whisper out of you."
-Elliott Smith
Back from Haiti. Back to his little apartment. Back to rot. If he touches the walls, he knows he can see Sylar's blood pour from them, squeezing between his fingers. It emboldens him, and yet it's terrifying; death in his house, on his hands...
Matt's asking him what happened, but all he can see is those steady brown eyes at the nose of that gun. The gun he had been so eager to destroy, even when Matt said he shouldn't. Matt tells him not to do a lot of things, but he finds that the only words he listens to pertain to Molly. Little Molly whom they both love so much. Who they want to keep safe; eradicate the boogeyman for.
--
She's been found out. Dad's gonna flip, and it's all she can think as she picks up West's copy of Activating Evolution. It feels just like Zach's had that day...
Muggles is barking, and she looks up just in time, to see West.. fly away. Like Nathan; Peter... they're all family, they all share that same code. They're all lizards.
--
He picks up the reptile, his namesake, and hands him off to Molly. The girl has taken quite a liking to the little creature, and Mohinder imagines that he might return the feelings, but he knows it isn't any more than anthropomorphizing. They've both seen things they shouldn't have; lived through more than most, and so maybe... it isn't such a stretch.
Matt's reading the newspaper. They found another body, but it isn't Sylar's MO.
Virginia Gray. That name shouldn't strike a chord, and so he doesn't let it.
--
Her car's gone, and for one fantastical moment she thinks it's her family. Her real family. He wonders where they are; if they'll find her. If they're looking.
She found them once; she can do it again.
--
When Sylar finally knocks on their door, it isn't what he'd been expecting-and he has been expecting him. But not like this...
“You killed her,” he accuses, and he doesn't remember who he's talking about. The man outside the door looks just as perplexed.
“Dale, you mean?” It's a soft question as Sylar tips his head to the side, the cogs in his brain always running far quicker than he could ever regulate.
Then Molly's there, in the dark, complaining of a nightmare. He tells her to wake Matt-he always knows what to do. Sylar grabs him by the throat as Molly pads away into the bedroom, her footsteps keeping pace with his heart, its beat surprisingly even.
He's eye-level with the murderer's chest and he recalls when The Ramones insignia had been proclaimed boldly instead of the innocuous oxford. It's stupid now to think of Zane as a different person, but he was... A man Mohinder hadn't known, and yet known so intimately.
Sylar's boot comes down on tiny lizard Mohinder, and fleshy human Mohinder thinks that this will perhaps be Gabriel Gray's one accidental kill. As the world fades, and reptile blood seeps through his carpet with a wet squish, he allows himself to remember Virginia Gray. So much like his father, and now just as dead.
He'll join them soon.
--
She's flying and she wonders if this is what it would be like.. growing up with Meredith and Nathan, the way God intended. It doesn't sound too good when she thinks of it that way, and her bubble shatters as she pushes away from a boy who might be as broken as she's about to be.
“You have to trust me,” he tells her, but she can't hear as she's falling through the air.
Claire finally lands with a crunch; an unfamiliar desert land and she's all alone. But she has her comfort that someday.. she'll find her limits.
Title: A whisper out of you
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Mohinder/Zane hints, maybe a Paire/Clach hint or two.
Rating: PGish
Disclaimer: Don't own Heroes, yo.
Warnings: gen, angst, melancholyness, general strangeness
Summary: A little bit of juxtaposition for the Back to Mylar ficathon.
Word Count: 653
"I don't know what to do with your shirts or your letters, they make a whisper out of you."
-Elliott Smith
Back from Haiti. Back to his little apartment. Back to rot. If he touches the walls, he knows he can see Sylar's blood pour from them, squeezing between his fingers. It emboldens him, and yet it's terrifying; death in his house, on his hands...
Matt's asking him what happened, but all he can see is those steady brown eyes at the nose of that gun. The gun he had been so eager to destroy, even when Matt said he shouldn't. Matt tells him not to do a lot of things, but he finds that the only words he listens to pertain to Molly. Little Molly whom they both love so much. Who they want to keep safe; eradicate the boogeyman for.
--
She's been found out. Dad's gonna flip, and it's all she can think as she picks up West's copy of Activating Evolution. It feels just like Zach's had that day...
Muggles is barking, and she looks up just in time, to see West.. fly away. Like Nathan; Peter... they're all family, they all share that same code. They're all lizards.
--
He picks up the reptile, his namesake, and hands him off to Molly. The girl has taken quite a liking to the little creature, and Mohinder imagines that he might return the feelings, but he knows it isn't any more than anthropomorphizing. They've both seen things they shouldn't have; lived through more than most, and so maybe... it isn't such a stretch.
Matt's reading the newspaper. They found another body, but it isn't Sylar's MO.
Virginia Gray. That name shouldn't strike a chord, and so he doesn't let it.
--
Her car's gone, and for one fantastical moment she thinks it's her family. Her real family. He wonders where they are; if they'll find her. If they're looking.
She found them once; she can do it again.
--
When Sylar finally knocks on their door, it isn't what he'd been expecting-and he has been expecting him. But not like this...
“You killed her,” he accuses, and he doesn't remember who he's talking about. The man outside the door looks just as perplexed.
“Dale, you mean?” It's a soft question as Sylar tips his head to the side, the cogs in his brain always running far quicker than he could ever regulate.
Then Molly's there, in the dark, complaining of a nightmare. He tells her to wake Matt-he always knows what to do. Sylar grabs him by the throat as Molly pads away into the bedroom, her footsteps keeping pace with his heart, its beat surprisingly even.
He's eye-level with the murderer's chest and he recalls when The Ramones insignia had been proclaimed boldly instead of the innocuous oxford. It's stupid now to think of Zane as a different person, but he was... A man Mohinder hadn't known, and yet known so intimately.
Sylar's boot comes down on tiny lizard Mohinder, and fleshy human Mohinder thinks that this will perhaps be Gabriel Gray's one accidental kill. As the world fades, and reptile blood seeps through his carpet with a wet squish, he allows himself to remember Virginia Gray. So much like his father, and now just as dead.
He'll join them soon.
--
She's flying and she wonders if this is what it would be like.. growing up with Meredith and Nathan, the way God intended. It doesn't sound too good when she thinks of it that way, and her bubble shatters as she pushes away from a boy who might be as broken as she's about to be.
“You have to trust me,” he tells her, but she can't hear as she's falling through the air.
Claire finally lands with a crunch; an unfamiliar desert land and she's all alone. But she has her comfort that someday.. she'll find her limits.