The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill
Title: The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Meli Parker
Word Count: 1568
Rating: PG-13
Characters and Pairing: Sylar, Peter, Mohinder, Mrs Gray, others and a tiger
Warnings: Trip, lyrics, language
Spoilers: Early season 2
Summary: Sylar escapes from Candice and then sees Peter Petrelli in the middle of the jungle.
Notes: Hallucination fic! And Beatles lyric fic! Written in the same manor as: I'm Only Sleeping, Girl, and Strawberry Fields Forever but not the same universe. More humourous than the others, just as trippy and still slightly angsty. Title comes from the Beatles song of the same name.
The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill
You know the place where nothing is real? Yeah, I woke up there. In the middle of a beach wearing the most ridiculous shirt I’d ever in my life. I mean, it was like it had a life of its own. I looked over and saw that bitch of girl. She smiled at me and offered me a drink. It was surreal…But then I killed her so who the fuck really cars about her. The story here is about what happened after that.
I was in the jungle, all alone in the middle of the fucking jungle. I was disoriented and out of place, bleeding and powerless. Lost; I was lost deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies. And then the strangest thing happened as I tried to work my way out, I saw Peter Petrelli.
He smirked at me from atop rock and asked, “Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill?” I grasped my chest and glared at the stupid bastard.
“You!” I yelled. “I killed you! I killed you twice you fucker!” He smiled and his hair fell into his face.
“Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill?” he asked again. Incredibly, Mohinder Suresh stepped out from behind the rock and became even more confused.
“What?”
“Went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun,” Mohinder stated walking toward me as if I was an animal in a zoo. He tapped his finger to his lip and pouted in thought. “In case of accidents, he always took his Mum.” And then my Mother appeared out of thin air. Now this was alarming, not because of the shear fact that she was dead, but for the fact that the shears were sticking out of her chest. I could feel the pain in my chest grow and I clutched my heart, falling to the ground. She stepped out and smiled at me.
“That’s my all American, bullet-headed, Saxon mother’s son.”
“Mom,” I moaned stepping towards, but became distracted when the police officer that shot at me stepped out from the other side and shouted,
“All the children sing!” Then it seemed as if a whole chorus of people appeared from behind rocks and trees. I saw Molly Walker and Claire Bennet; two girls who’s abilities I had yet to acquire…Mr Bennet with his wife and dog…That couple in Kirby plaza clutching their son…the round Japanese man and his friend and oddly enough, Petrelli’s brother. They all moved towards me slowly chanting in a tune what Peter had said.
“Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill, Bungalow Bill?” Peter from above smiled with glee at my nightmare. I stepped back, trying to escape the singing.
“Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies,” Mohinder said, again like a spokesperson for National Geographic. “Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise!” Suddenly, I was surrounded by what looked like miniature elephants, all of them covered in Indian decorations as if ready for a street parade. I stared at the elephants and then at Mohinder.
“What the hell!” I screamed. Then in the midst of the elephants, a tiger stepped into view. I gasped and jerked back, running into an elephant that completely freaked and stepped on my foot. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. I looked back at the tiger that advanced, malice written on its white and orange face.
“So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes!” said the Japanese man, stepping up and clapping his hands. I looked down at my hands and saw a Victorian style musket. Shrugging, I shot the fucker in his line of symmetry.
“How do you like that, Raja,” I sneered at the tiger, which fell to the ground, bloodied and dead.
“All the children sing!” The police officer yelled again. Peter jumped down from his perch and landed mere inches away from me. I pointed the gun at him and he smirked.
“Hey Bungalow Bill!” he yelled out, startling me, causing me to lose my balance and trip over a tree branch. The gun flew from my hands and never hit the ground.
“What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?” the chorus echoed. “Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill, Bungalow Bill?” Molly Walker, Claire Bennet and the little boy with jerry curl stepped forward.
“The children asked him if to kill was not a sin,” the three said starring down at me. It was as though they were better than me. Ha! In their stupid dreams; I glared, preparing to answer.
“Not when he looked so fierce,” the round Japanese man said.
“His Mummy butted in,” said Petrelli’s brother. Then my mother stepped in from behind me and said,
“If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him!” She was defending me. I looked up at her and almost began crying.
“Mom, really?” She then turned and looked down at me. She was smiling.
“Isn’t that right, Gabriel?” she said, putting her hands to her heart. I felt by breath freeze.
“No, Mom, it isn’t like that! I just…”
“All the children sing!” he called again. I closed my eyes and grabbed my head, wishing for it to stop.
“G-d! Shut up! Just stop! Fuck off you stupid little people!” And then they did. I opened my eyes to see that they weren’t in front of me anymore, they were surrounding me. “Oh G-d no,” I said rolling my head. “Don’t say it again, please!” I looked up at the sky, only to see Peter Petrelli standing amidst the clouds.
“Hey Jude,” he said to me. “Have you the little piggies crawling in the dirt?” I glared trying to blow him up with my mind. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
“Sure I have,” I responded. “In their lives, there’s something lacking, what they need’s a damn good whacking.” Like you. Peter jumped down off the cloud and landed in front of me again. He smiled. Why the fuck would he smile?
“I’m coming down fast but I’m miles above you.”
“You’re not making any sense!” I exclaimed. “What are you saying? Tell me the answer!” His head cocked to the side a crying puppy dog. I turned to see what he was looking at. There was a woman with dark hair crying up to the sky, muttering in Spanish. It was like he wanted me to go to her. I rose an eyebrow. “You want me to go to her?” Peter crossed his arms.
“She’s a woman who understands,” he said. I rushed towards her, hoping that she was my escape from this nightmare when the crowd cut me off. They stepped out of no where and wouldn’t let me through. Mohinder Suresh and Petrelli’s brother led the way, blocking me from the woman who would save me.
“Let me through!”
“You’re gonna loose that girl,” said Mohinder Suresh.
“If you act naturally,” said Petrelli’s brother. I tried to push them away but they wouldn’t budge.
“You used to be an angry young man,” said Mohinder.
“Say the word and you’ll be free,” said Petrelli.
“What’s the word?” I asked. The two men smiled revealing their perfect teeth. What was the word? What word? Why was everyone talking in riddles and who was that girl that they wanted me to find. Why? None of it was making any sense.
“What goes on in your heart?” I heard a voice from behind me. I turned and saw the girl crying black tears. I fell to the ground as she moved towards me. It was as though my insides were being eaten by million of tiny gears. An impossible situation, but that’s really the only way to describe the pain. They wanted me to find her so I could die.
“Did you mean to break my heart and watch me die?” I gurgled out to the crowd only to discover they were all gone except for her. I was going to die. I stared into her eyes and saw nothing. No sign of love behind the tears, cried for no one…And then I realised what Petrelli meant by the word. Because the word was the word and the word is love.
And upon my epiphany, she disappeared and then pain ceased. I exhaled and laughed with relief. I collapsed to the ground and looked up at the sky above, only to get a view of Peter Petrelli. I rolled my eyes. “Do I win yet?” I asked. Peter smiled.
“Say the word and you’ll be free,” he said like some kind of maze video game from the 80s.
“Love, the word is love,” I said with no enthusiasm. “Love is like oxygen, love is a many splendored thing, all you need is love, the world needs silly love songs…la di da. Wont McCartney be so happy I figured that out.” Peter pouted at me before extending his hand.
“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.” I reached for his hand.
When I awoke, I found myself under a tree. A blackbird stared down at me in the darkness of the night. “All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise,” I said to the bird and myself. I stood up and cringed at the pain in my stomach before forcing myself to continue towards civilization.
*Notes:
-Raja: The Tiger's name in Aladin. Thought it worked...but who knows. Was that the tiger's name? I'm pretty sure it was. If not, Sylar decided to name the tiger as he killed him. And the tiger looked like a Raja, even though he was in south america and there are no tigers, but that's where this fic gets trippy.
-"Love is like Oxygen" is a Sweet song
-"Love is a Many Splendored thing" is a Ringo Starr song
-"Silly love songs" is a Paul McCartney and Wings song
-Put them all together and you get a quote from Moulin Rouge. Mmm, Ewan.
-"Wont McCartney be so happy" because Paul is known for writting silly love songs. That's why he wrote the song, "Silly Love Songs". It's basically a big f-you to people who say there are too many. Because there can never be too many. ;)
If you can get all the songs, you get a yay! :D And a cookie. Maybe a shirtless sylar photo.
Fandom: Heroes
Author: Meli Parker
Word Count: 1568
Rating: PG-13
Characters and Pairing: Sylar, Peter, Mohinder, Mrs Gray, others and a tiger
Warnings: Trip, lyrics, language
Spoilers: Early season 2
Summary: Sylar escapes from Candice and then sees Peter Petrelli in the middle of the jungle.
Notes: Hallucination fic! And Beatles lyric fic! Written in the same manor as: I'm Only Sleeping, Girl, and Strawberry Fields Forever but not the same universe. More humourous than the others, just as trippy and still slightly angsty. Title comes from the Beatles song of the same name.
The Continuing Story of Bungalow Bill
You know the place where nothing is real? Yeah, I woke up there. In the middle of a beach wearing the most ridiculous shirt I’d ever in my life. I mean, it was like it had a life of its own. I looked over and saw that bitch of girl. She smiled at me and offered me a drink. It was surreal…But then I killed her so who the fuck really cars about her. The story here is about what happened after that.
I was in the jungle, all alone in the middle of the fucking jungle. I was disoriented and out of place, bleeding and powerless. Lost; I was lost deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies. And then the strangest thing happened as I tried to work my way out, I saw Peter Petrelli.
He smirked at me from atop rock and asked, “Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill?” I grasped my chest and glared at the stupid bastard.
“You!” I yelled. “I killed you! I killed you twice you fucker!” He smiled and his hair fell into his face.
“Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill?” he asked again. Incredibly, Mohinder Suresh stepped out from behind the rock and became even more confused.
“What?”
“Went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun,” Mohinder stated walking toward me as if I was an animal in a zoo. He tapped his finger to his lip and pouted in thought. “In case of accidents, he always took his Mum.” And then my Mother appeared out of thin air. Now this was alarming, not because of the shear fact that she was dead, but for the fact that the shears were sticking out of her chest. I could feel the pain in my chest grow and I clutched my heart, falling to the ground. She stepped out and smiled at me.
“That’s my all American, bullet-headed, Saxon mother’s son.”
“Mom,” I moaned stepping towards, but became distracted when the police officer that shot at me stepped out from the other side and shouted,
“All the children sing!” Then it seemed as if a whole chorus of people appeared from behind rocks and trees. I saw Molly Walker and Claire Bennet; two girls who’s abilities I had yet to acquire…Mr Bennet with his wife and dog…That couple in Kirby plaza clutching their son…the round Japanese man and his friend and oddly enough, Petrelli’s brother. They all moved towards me slowly chanting in a tune what Peter had said.
“Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill, Bungalow Bill? Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill, Bungalow Bill?” Peter from above smiled with glee at my nightmare. I stepped back, trying to escape the singing.
“Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies,” Mohinder said, again like a spokesperson for National Geographic. “Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise!” Suddenly, I was surrounded by what looked like miniature elephants, all of them covered in Indian decorations as if ready for a street parade. I stared at the elephants and then at Mohinder.
“What the hell!” I screamed. Then in the midst of the elephants, a tiger stepped into view. I gasped and jerked back, running into an elephant that completely freaked and stepped on my foot. “Fuck!” I exclaimed. I looked back at the tiger that advanced, malice written on its white and orange face.
“So Captain Marvel zapped him right between the eyes!” said the Japanese man, stepping up and clapping his hands. I looked down at my hands and saw a Victorian style musket. Shrugging, I shot the fucker in his line of symmetry.
“How do you like that, Raja,” I sneered at the tiger, which fell to the ground, bloodied and dead.
“All the children sing!” The police officer yelled again. Peter jumped down from his perch and landed mere inches away from me. I pointed the gun at him and he smirked.
“Hey Bungalow Bill!” he yelled out, startling me, causing me to lose my balance and trip over a tree branch. The gun flew from my hands and never hit the ground.
“What did you kill, Bungalow Bill?” the chorus echoed. “Hey Bungalow Bill, what did you kill, Bungalow Bill?” Molly Walker, Claire Bennet and the little boy with jerry curl stepped forward.
“The children asked him if to kill was not a sin,” the three said starring down at me. It was as though they were better than me. Ha! In their stupid dreams; I glared, preparing to answer.
“Not when he looked so fierce,” the round Japanese man said.
“His Mummy butted in,” said Petrelli’s brother. Then my mother stepped in from behind me and said,
“If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him!” She was defending me. I looked up at her and almost began crying.
“Mom, really?” She then turned and looked down at me. She was smiling.
“Isn’t that right, Gabriel?” she said, putting her hands to her heart. I felt by breath freeze.
“No, Mom, it isn’t like that! I just…”
“All the children sing!” he called again. I closed my eyes and grabbed my head, wishing for it to stop.
“G-d! Shut up! Just stop! Fuck off you stupid little people!” And then they did. I opened my eyes to see that they weren’t in front of me anymore, they were surrounding me. “Oh G-d no,” I said rolling my head. “Don’t say it again, please!” I looked up at the sky, only to see Peter Petrelli standing amidst the clouds.
“Hey Jude,” he said to me. “Have you the little piggies crawling in the dirt?” I glared trying to blow him up with my mind. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
“Sure I have,” I responded. “In their lives, there’s something lacking, what they need’s a damn good whacking.” Like you. Peter jumped down off the cloud and landed in front of me again. He smiled. Why the fuck would he smile?
“I’m coming down fast but I’m miles above you.”
“You’re not making any sense!” I exclaimed. “What are you saying? Tell me the answer!” His head cocked to the side a crying puppy dog. I turned to see what he was looking at. There was a woman with dark hair crying up to the sky, muttering in Spanish. It was like he wanted me to go to her. I rose an eyebrow. “You want me to go to her?” Peter crossed his arms.
“She’s a woman who understands,” he said. I rushed towards her, hoping that she was my escape from this nightmare when the crowd cut me off. They stepped out of no where and wouldn’t let me through. Mohinder Suresh and Petrelli’s brother led the way, blocking me from the woman who would save me.
“Let me through!”
“You’re gonna loose that girl,” said Mohinder Suresh.
“If you act naturally,” said Petrelli’s brother. I tried to push them away but they wouldn’t budge.
“You used to be an angry young man,” said Mohinder.
“Say the word and you’ll be free,” said Petrelli.
“What’s the word?” I asked. The two men smiled revealing their perfect teeth. What was the word? What word? Why was everyone talking in riddles and who was that girl that they wanted me to find. Why? None of it was making any sense.
“What goes on in your heart?” I heard a voice from behind me. I turned and saw the girl crying black tears. I fell to the ground as she moved towards me. It was as though my insides were being eaten by million of tiny gears. An impossible situation, but that’s really the only way to describe the pain. They wanted me to find her so I could die.
“Did you mean to break my heart and watch me die?” I gurgled out to the crowd only to discover they were all gone except for her. I was going to die. I stared into her eyes and saw nothing. No sign of love behind the tears, cried for no one…And then I realised what Petrelli meant by the word. Because the word was the word and the word is love.
And upon my epiphany, she disappeared and then pain ceased. I exhaled and laughed with relief. I collapsed to the ground and looked up at the sky above, only to get a view of Peter Petrelli. I rolled my eyes. “Do I win yet?” I asked. Peter smiled.
“Say the word and you’ll be free,” he said like some kind of maze video game from the 80s.
“Love, the word is love,” I said with no enthusiasm. “Love is like oxygen, love is a many splendored thing, all you need is love, the world needs silly love songs…la di da. Wont McCartney be so happy I figured that out.” Peter pouted at me before extending his hand.
“And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.” I reached for his hand.
When I awoke, I found myself under a tree. A blackbird stared down at me in the darkness of the night. “All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise,” I said to the bird and myself. I stood up and cringed at the pain in my stomach before forcing myself to continue towards civilization.
*Notes:
-Raja: The Tiger's name in Aladin. Thought it worked...but who knows. Was that the tiger's name? I'm pretty sure it was. If not, Sylar decided to name the tiger as he killed him. And the tiger looked like a Raja, even though he was in south america and there are no tigers, but that's where this fic gets trippy.
-"Love is like Oxygen" is a Sweet song
-"Love is a Many Splendored thing" is a Ringo Starr song
-"Silly love songs" is a Paul McCartney and Wings song
-Put them all together and you get a quote from Moulin Rouge. Mmm, Ewan.
-"Wont McCartney be so happy" because Paul is known for writting silly love songs. That's why he wrote the song, "Silly Love Songs". It's basically a big f-you to people who say there are too many. Because there can never be too many. ;)
If you can get all the songs, you get a yay! :D And a cookie. Maybe a shirtless sylar photo.