[Fic] Heroes - Argus 3/13
Title: Argus 3/13 - Seeing Red/Pink
Author: themaskedmckay
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: None
Words: 758
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me.
Warning: Character death & implied character death. But death isn't always as final as it might seem.
Spoilers: Up to the end of season three. The story takes place between seasons three and four.
Summary: Sylar the cockroach becomes Sylar the planarian when his cell regeneration ability evolves.
Author's Notes: A HUGE thank you to luckykitty for the beta! I'd like to have posted this story in its entirety but it's too long for a single LJ post. It's written in distinct sections but some of the sections are rather short so I've grouped them together in a way that I hope will make sense in the end. This story was inspired by "Tomie" by Junji Ito; if you like horror you must read his comics!
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Seeing Red
"You're not touching Molly!" Mohinder has slammed me up against a wall with a loud thump. The tips of my toes barely touch the floor. He moved so quickly he caught me by surprise. I relax into his grip and try to act as if I were in this position only because I allow it.
"I don't need to touch her. I don't even need to see her. I just need her to use her ability." I try not to flinch when he bashes the back of my head against the wall. Last time he started bashing my head he'd broken my skull and killed me; not that death could keep me down for long.
"Why, so you can find more abilities to steal? I would never let Molly use her power to help you commit murder."
"Would you let her help me commit suicide?" It’s the perfect thing to say to throw Mohinder off his guard. Of course he wants me dead and if I’m willing to do the dirty work for him, even better. "I need your help, Mohinder. The world needs your help."
Whatever Mohinder was going to say, he is interrupted by a knock at the door. We exchange a glance and he shakes his head. He isn't expecting company. He slowly lowers me to the floor and I quickly use telekinesis to float to the ceiling to wait.
"I'm coming," he calls out. He opens the door a crack then staggers back a step as if his legs have just lost their strength. The door is pushed open and I step into the room. No, another me steps into the room. Rage overtakes me and I attack before another thought can form.
He's already in motion when my first telekinetic slice rips through the air and shears one of his arms off. The bloody limb smacks into Mohinder's chest and he wildly throws it off and stumbles backwards to take cover behind his desk. I slice again and the other me staggers and makes a wide gesture with his remaining arm.
There is the distressed whine of metal being forced and a stream of water rushes from the kitchen and hits me in the face. It encompasses my body and I can feel it being forced into every orifice. I feel my eardrums burst and I scream only to have my lungs flooded with water.
Death by drowning? I'm disappointed in the pretender for this amateur murder. Water in my lungs won't keep me dead for long. As I die I can't help but analyse his water manipulation; was it a newly acquired ability or an extension of telekinesis?
When I wake up from this death I'll make it a priority to find out.
Pink
The water I'm controlling colours pink as the blood from my other self's burst ear drums diffuses.
The pain from where my arm used to be is less now and I can see it is already starting to heal over.
A knife flies into my hand from the knife block in the kitchen and before Mohinder can stop me I've plunged into the back of my other self's head; hitting his off switch. The water I used to kill him carefully floats into the bathtub and I use my telekinesis to twist the broken pipe in the kitchen shut.
Mohinder is staring at me in horror.
"Before you say anything," I say in a rush. "I think we have a problem."
His mouth works a few times but no sound comes out. He pushes himself to his feet and walks slowly to my other self's body. He nudges it with his foot. The other me will remain dead until the knife is removed from the back of his skull. "How...? If you’re Sylar, then who was he?"
"I have a theory but you're the one who knows best about these things..." Actually, I'm pretty sure my theory is sound but I need confirmation from someone I can trust.
"I'm listening," he whispers. I gesture at the couch and he sits before his legs give out on him again.
"I don't know if you're aware of what I do, aside acquiring abilities." He snorts at that but stays quiet, which is encouraging. "I don't just collect abilities, I improve them. I push them to the next level of their evolution."
"You're not saying..." and because Mohinder is a smart man I really don't need to spell it out for him. "You've improved on Claire Bennett's regeneration."
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On to Part 4
Author: themaskedmckay
Rating: Gen
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: None
Words: 758
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me.
Warning: Character death & implied character death. But death isn't always as final as it might seem.
Spoilers: Up to the end of season three. The story takes place between seasons three and four.
Summary: Sylar the cockroach becomes Sylar the planarian when his cell regeneration ability evolves.
Author's Notes: A HUGE thank you to luckykitty for the beta! I'd like to have posted this story in its entirety but it's too long for a single LJ post. It's written in distinct sections but some of the sections are rather short so I've grouped them together in a way that I hope will make sense in the end. This story was inspired by "Tomie" by Junji Ito; if you like horror you must read his comics!
[ All Parts to date]
Seeing Red
"You're not touching Molly!" Mohinder has slammed me up against a wall with a loud thump. The tips of my toes barely touch the floor. He moved so quickly he caught me by surprise. I relax into his grip and try to act as if I were in this position only because I allow it.
"I don't need to touch her. I don't even need to see her. I just need her to use her ability." I try not to flinch when he bashes the back of my head against the wall. Last time he started bashing my head he'd broken my skull and killed me; not that death could keep me down for long.
"Why, so you can find more abilities to steal? I would never let Molly use her power to help you commit murder."
"Would you let her help me commit suicide?" It’s the perfect thing to say to throw Mohinder off his guard. Of course he wants me dead and if I’m willing to do the dirty work for him, even better. "I need your help, Mohinder. The world needs your help."
Whatever Mohinder was going to say, he is interrupted by a knock at the door. We exchange a glance and he shakes his head. He isn't expecting company. He slowly lowers me to the floor and I quickly use telekinesis to float to the ceiling to wait.
"I'm coming," he calls out. He opens the door a crack then staggers back a step as if his legs have just lost their strength. The door is pushed open and I step into the room. No, another me steps into the room. Rage overtakes me and I attack before another thought can form.
He's already in motion when my first telekinetic slice rips through the air and shears one of his arms off. The bloody limb smacks into Mohinder's chest and he wildly throws it off and stumbles backwards to take cover behind his desk. I slice again and the other me staggers and makes a wide gesture with his remaining arm.
There is the distressed whine of metal being forced and a stream of water rushes from the kitchen and hits me in the face. It encompasses my body and I can feel it being forced into every orifice. I feel my eardrums burst and I scream only to have my lungs flooded with water.
Death by drowning? I'm disappointed in the pretender for this amateur murder. Water in my lungs won't keep me dead for long. As I die I can't help but analyse his water manipulation; was it a newly acquired ability or an extension of telekinesis?
When I wake up from this death I'll make it a priority to find out.
Pink
The water I'm controlling colours pink as the blood from my other self's burst ear drums diffuses.
The pain from where my arm used to be is less now and I can see it is already starting to heal over.
A knife flies into my hand from the knife block in the kitchen and before Mohinder can stop me I've plunged into the back of my other self's head; hitting his off switch. The water I used to kill him carefully floats into the bathtub and I use my telekinesis to twist the broken pipe in the kitchen shut.
Mohinder is staring at me in horror.
"Before you say anything," I say in a rush. "I think we have a problem."
His mouth works a few times but no sound comes out. He pushes himself to his feet and walks slowly to my other self's body. He nudges it with his foot. The other me will remain dead until the knife is removed from the back of his skull. "How...? If you’re Sylar, then who was he?"
"I have a theory but you're the one who knows best about these things..." Actually, I'm pretty sure my theory is sound but I need confirmation from someone I can trust.
"I'm listening," he whispers. I gesture at the couch and he sits before his legs give out on him again.
"I don't know if you're aware of what I do, aside acquiring abilities." He snorts at that but stays quiet, which is encouraging. "I don't just collect abilities, I improve them. I push them to the next level of their evolution."
"You're not saying..." and because Mohinder is a smart man I really don't need to spell it out for him. "You've improved on Claire Bennett's regeneration."
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[ All Parts to date]
On to Part 4