Fanfiction: Heroes: The Devil Tips His Hat To Me
Title: The Devil Tips His Hat To Me
Author: superkappa
Prompt: So maybe we’re a bliss of another kind.-“Bliss” by Tori Amos
Characters/Pairing: Sylar/Elle, HRG, Sanda, Claire
Rating: R
Warnings : Violence, character death.
Summary: 3x11 AU. Hiro doesn’t show up when Sylar’s ready to kill HRG…
A/N: Beta’d by dragynflies who is so awesome, you just can’t handle it. Written for sylelle_chall.
Sylar’s eyes darken as he cuts across Noah Bennet’s throat. They’ve been playing cat and mouse for too long now, and it was time one of them finally finished the other off. For good. He can’t help but smirk as he hears Claire shriek, “No!”
There’s a nagging voice in his head that Noah’s right about everything, and maybe Elle’s lied to him again, but he can’t focus on that, not now. He finishes the cut and blood spurts out everywhere, staining the wall a beautiful bright red color.
He glances back at Elle, and a devious smirk is spreading across her lips as she sends a large shock into Sandra’s body, causing the woman to drop the floor once more. The worry, the fear that had been evident on her face as Noah spoke, trying to poison Sylar’s mind against Elle, are gone now. Claire tries to lunge for him and he flicks his hand , throwing her into the wall now. He spared Claire once, but he doesn’t see the point in doing it again. She’s only going to be more of a pain in the future for him, he can see that now. Besides, if Angela and Arthur are lying to him, and that tiny voices pipes in to tell him that they probably are, then what better way to screw them both over by getting rid of everyone’s favorite cheerleader, the one who seems to be the answer to just about everything?
“How come you get all the fun ones?” Elle asks him with a playful pout as she chars Sandra’s body to a complete crisp.
“Because, your electricity can’t kill Claire,” Sylar answers in a firm, matter of fact voice. He feels so much more like himself. Elle had been right. He doesn’t need to play the boy scout. He doesn’t need to be a good boy, not exactly. They were special. They could do whatever they want, take whatever they want.
Elle laughs as Claire struggles against the telekinetic hold, trying her best to escape. The electric blonde approaches her serial killer boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his. “Let me help,” she whispers, placing her tiny hand over his large one.
Sylar knows what she wants right away; she wants to guide his hand as he decapitates the cheerleader. A strange desire, to be certain, but Elle’s never been like other girls, and if it makes her happy, who is to deny her?
“Fine,” He concedes, allowing her hand to lead his as he uses his telekinesis to cut a line through Claire’s throat, causing the Cheerleader’s head to fall down onto the ground with a sickening thud.
Elle turns in his arms so she’s facing him, leaning up to brush her lips against his. “Does this mean you’re done playing the stupid boy scout now? Cause that was getting real old real quick.”
He smirked, pulling her closer to him now, smirking at the display of dead bodies around them. The only one missing is Larry. He must have been out for the evening. Lucky Larry. “I am.”
“Good.” Her blue eyes twinkle with mischief. “I know a power that I can take you to that’ll help you find the truth. And then we can kill them, and then no one can stop us!”
“Stop us from what?” He asked, raising a curious brow. He can’t help but feel excited at the mention of a new power. He’d always want another one.
“Whatever we want to do. We don’t need to abide to their rules or anybody else’s to be happy. We can be happy any way we want to be,” She laughs a little, glancing at the corpses. “And if they try to stop us, we’ll kill them.”
Sylar grabbed her chin, pulling her in for a crushing kiss. It wasn’t a storybook ending, the witch and the evil huntsmen ended up together, while the Princess and her parents are all dead.
But it’s bliss of their own kind, and that’s what matters.
Author: superkappa
Prompt: So maybe we’re a bliss of another kind.-“Bliss” by Tori Amos
Characters/Pairing: Sylar/Elle, HRG, Sanda, Claire
Rating: R
Warnings : Violence, character death.
Summary: 3x11 AU. Hiro doesn’t show up when Sylar’s ready to kill HRG…
A/N: Beta’d by dragynflies who is so awesome, you just can’t handle it. Written for sylelle_chall.
Sylar’s eyes darken as he cuts across Noah Bennet’s throat. They’ve been playing cat and mouse for too long now, and it was time one of them finally finished the other off. For good. He can’t help but smirk as he hears Claire shriek, “No!”
There’s a nagging voice in his head that Noah’s right about everything, and maybe Elle’s lied to him again, but he can’t focus on that, not now. He finishes the cut and blood spurts out everywhere, staining the wall a beautiful bright red color.
He glances back at Elle, and a devious smirk is spreading across her lips as she sends a large shock into Sandra’s body, causing the woman to drop the floor once more. The worry, the fear that had been evident on her face as Noah spoke, trying to poison Sylar’s mind against Elle, are gone now. Claire tries to lunge for him and he flicks his hand , throwing her into the wall now. He spared Claire once, but he doesn’t see the point in doing it again. She’s only going to be more of a pain in the future for him, he can see that now. Besides, if Angela and Arthur are lying to him, and that tiny voices pipes in to tell him that they probably are, then what better way to screw them both over by getting rid of everyone’s favorite cheerleader, the one who seems to be the answer to just about everything?
“How come you get all the fun ones?” Elle asks him with a playful pout as she chars Sandra’s body to a complete crisp.
“Because, your electricity can’t kill Claire,” Sylar answers in a firm, matter of fact voice. He feels so much more like himself. Elle had been right. He doesn’t need to play the boy scout. He doesn’t need to be a good boy, not exactly. They were special. They could do whatever they want, take whatever they want.
Elle laughs as Claire struggles against the telekinetic hold, trying her best to escape. The electric blonde approaches her serial killer boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his. “Let me help,” she whispers, placing her tiny hand over his large one.
Sylar knows what she wants right away; she wants to guide his hand as he decapitates the cheerleader. A strange desire, to be certain, but Elle’s never been like other girls, and if it makes her happy, who is to deny her?
“Fine,” He concedes, allowing her hand to lead his as he uses his telekinesis to cut a line through Claire’s throat, causing the Cheerleader’s head to fall down onto the ground with a sickening thud.
Elle turns in his arms so she’s facing him, leaning up to brush her lips against his. “Does this mean you’re done playing the stupid boy scout now? Cause that was getting real old real quick.”
He smirked, pulling her closer to him now, smirking at the display of dead bodies around them. The only one missing is Larry. He must have been out for the evening. Lucky Larry. “I am.”
“Good.” Her blue eyes twinkle with mischief. “I know a power that I can take you to that’ll help you find the truth. And then we can kill them, and then no one can stop us!”
“Stop us from what?” He asked, raising a curious brow. He can’t help but feel excited at the mention of a new power. He’d always want another one.
“Whatever we want to do. We don’t need to abide to their rules or anybody else’s to be happy. We can be happy any way we want to be,” She laughs a little, glancing at the corpses. “And if they try to stop us, we’ll kill them.”
Sylar grabbed her chin, pulling her in for a crushing kiss. It wasn’t a storybook ending, the witch and the evil huntsmen ended up together, while the Princess and her parents are all dead.
But it’s bliss of their own kind, and that’s what matters.