Sadistic - Heroes - PG13; Specials - Heroes - PG13
Title: Sadistic
Fandoms: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Elle, Claire, mentions of Sylar
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 201
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers till end of season 3. Basically AU after
Summary: It’s ironic how he’s the first thing her mind can comprehend.
The first thing she notices is that, she’s still whimpering.
“Oh how adorable, are we five?” hisses a not so nice voice.
Her eyes open, she gasps in much needed air.
“Where am I?” she whispers, the very air thicker then she recalls.
A small quirk, cool metal is pressed to the blonde’s temple.
“2200, welcome to the future freak,” Claire Bennett murmurs, cocking the gun.
“Where everyone has a power and blood from people like me is bought like the new diet drink.”
She’s in shock, and not sure how she’s ended up here.
“Where’s Gabriel?” she questions, voice raspy from obvious disuse.
It’s ironic how he’s the first thing her mind can comprehend.
Claire frowns, and then lets out an eerie laugh.
“Gabriel? How positively darling, Elle. He’s somewhere around neither here nor there.
Electricity claws at her nerves, makes her body twitch.
The brunette leans in closer, hooks a nail under Elle’s chin. She tilts her head and smiles, amused at a new plaything.
“I think I’ve become more sadistic then you ever were. We’ll be the best of friends…till the day I die,” she murmurs, laughing.
Title: Specials
Fandoms: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Elle, mentions of Claire, OC, Sylar
Rating: PG13 (cursing)
Word Count: 354
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers till end of season 3. Basically AU after
Summary: She crosses her legs, smirks at the leering man.
She crosses her legs, smirks at the leering man.
With a practiced motion, she allows electricity to dance on the tip of her finger.
His smile grows larger and he slips into the seat besides her, leaning close.
“Are you new here? None of the specials have ever had as much charge as you,” he mumbles, staring down her shirt.
Opting to not shock him (until his skin bled black); she let out a small laugh.
“You are so perceptive. I’m Elle and I believe you just bought yourself a date,” she replied, not breaking eye contact.
It was the future, a future in which she was supposed to be dead.
If not for a cheerleader’s little interruption.
A future in which specials could almost be considered prostitutes (or captured).
She went to brush her hair out of her face, letting out a growl as chains snapped her arms back in place.
The man leaned in closer, grimy hand brushing against her face (she hates it).
“How did you end up here? I’d love to know,” he murmurs, as his credit card slips into the machine besides her.
Smile quickly turns to frown and she snaps back, “Well let’s see…I died in 2008, by dear Sylar (you know the serial killer) and was brought back in this darling year. This was always my dream to be fucked for money that I don’t even get to keep.”
He’s startled by her response, but only spurned on more.
“And just where is the woman who brought you back?” he whispers, voice warping.
Eyes widen and she tries to move back.
“I didn’t mention a woman, freak.” She whispers, marvels.
Fire bursts in his palm, burns near her skin.
“I need her blood, heal this demon thriving in me,” he explains, laughing.
His hand travels up her skirt and she lets out a gasp, tries to use her powers (feels so weak).
Blood splatters across her face, and she’s screaming in the loud club.
She looks up, meets his darkened gaze (the lazy smirk).
“Fancy meeting you here Elle.”
Fandoms: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Elle, Claire, mentions of Sylar
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 201
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers till end of season 3. Basically AU after
Summary: It’s ironic how he’s the first thing her mind can comprehend.
The first thing she notices is that, she’s still whimpering.
“Oh how adorable, are we five?” hisses a not so nice voice.
Her eyes open, she gasps in much needed air.
“Where am I?” she whispers, the very air thicker then she recalls.
A small quirk, cool metal is pressed to the blonde’s temple.
“2200, welcome to the future freak,” Claire Bennett murmurs, cocking the gun.
“Where everyone has a power and blood from people like me is bought like the new diet drink.”
She’s in shock, and not sure how she’s ended up here.
“Where’s Gabriel?” she questions, voice raspy from obvious disuse.
It’s ironic how he’s the first thing her mind can comprehend.
Claire frowns, and then lets out an eerie laugh.
“Gabriel? How positively darling, Elle. He’s somewhere around neither here nor there.
Electricity claws at her nerves, makes her body twitch.
The brunette leans in closer, hooks a nail under Elle’s chin. She tilts her head and smiles, amused at a new plaything.
“I think I’ve become more sadistic then you ever were. We’ll be the best of friends…till the day I die,” she murmurs, laughing.
Title: Specials
Fandoms: Heroes
Characters/Pairings: Elle, mentions of Claire, OC, Sylar
Rating: PG13 (cursing)
Word Count: 354
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers till end of season 3. Basically AU after
Summary: She crosses her legs, smirks at the leering man.
She crosses her legs, smirks at the leering man.
With a practiced motion, she allows electricity to dance on the tip of her finger.
His smile grows larger and he slips into the seat besides her, leaning close.
“Are you new here? None of the specials have ever had as much charge as you,” he mumbles, staring down her shirt.
Opting to not shock him (until his skin bled black); she let out a small laugh.
“You are so perceptive. I’m Elle and I believe you just bought yourself a date,” she replied, not breaking eye contact.
It was the future, a future in which she was supposed to be dead.
If not for a cheerleader’s little interruption.
A future in which specials could almost be considered prostitutes (or captured).
She went to brush her hair out of her face, letting out a growl as chains snapped her arms back in place.
The man leaned in closer, grimy hand brushing against her face (she hates it).
“How did you end up here? I’d love to know,” he murmurs, as his credit card slips into the machine besides her.
Smile quickly turns to frown and she snaps back, “Well let’s see…I died in 2008, by dear Sylar (you know the serial killer) and was brought back in this darling year. This was always my dream to be fucked for money that I don’t even get to keep.”
He’s startled by her response, but only spurned on more.
“And just where is the woman who brought you back?” he whispers, voice warping.
Eyes widen and she tries to move back.
“I didn’t mention a woman, freak.” She whispers, marvels.
Fire bursts in his palm, burns near her skin.
“I need her blood, heal this demon thriving in me,” he explains, laughing.
His hand travels up her skirt and she lets out a gasp, tries to use her powers (feels so weak).
Blood splatters across her face, and she’s screaming in the loud club.
She looks up, meets his darkened gaze (the lazy smirk).
“Fancy meeting you here Elle.”