Sylar

{So I thought drafts would be happening, but my mind says otherwise. Plus I’m fried and per watchmakersylar, I should watch Sharknado… Part 2.}

//The perils of living in California. No Sharknado 2 for me until later, but I am watching Ghost Shark. I just laugh and laugh at the carnage, which is probably OOC….maybe not. 





Anonymous whispered:

"[Interrogation] "Rumor has it you murdered Mendez... AND consumed all the entirety of my wife's sweet potato pie I left in the break room for the deputy's going away party on your way in. What do you have to say for yourself?""

"Sure I killed Mendez, but I don’t know anything about a sweet potato pie." He carefully used telekinesis to knock some crumbs from his pants to the floor. "Besides, I thought it was pumpkin pie." 



My character has just been taken in for questioning by officers of a secret government agency. Send them questions they are being forced to answer in the interrogation room.  

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headcanons:  

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001. what they smell like: [Gabriel] Fabric softener, dust, WD-40, after shave with a ship on the bottle. [Sylar] Murder…no, blood, better cologne, hair gel.

002. how they sleep: [Gabriel] Like a baby in the back of his shop on a cot or his single bed at his apartment surrounded by books. [Sylar] Fat, happy and in the afterglow of a good kill.

003. what music they enjoy: Hard rock, and the ticking of clocks.

004. how much time they spend getting ready every morning: [Gabriel] Half an hour, because most of his grooming takes place before going to bed alone. In the morning he puts on his Father Knows Best clothes and shaves. [Sylar] Depends on where he’s going or what he’s doing. 

005. their favorite thing to collect: Time pieces, books and power. 

006. left or right-handed: Ambidextrous 

007. favorite sport:  None, unless murder counts?

008. favorite touristy thing to do when traveling: [Gabriel] Antiquing, [Sylar] Stalking people at diners across the country.

009. favorite kind of weather: Fall

010. a weird/obscure fear they have: [Gabriel] Had a fear of being abandoned brought on by his father never coming home. [Sylar] Dying alone, which is stupid since he can’t die. 



The Truth Hurts - Sylar and Oliver Thredson 

droliverthredsonmd:

The intrigue of his brother offering to assist in killing made his lips form into a thin wide smile. “Something tells me you’ll be quite the asset with the use a vibrating saw. Not to mention you might learn a thing or two about a clean cut rather than your preferred knack for butchery that I witnessed tonight at the diner.” he commented with a look of whimsical, childish amusement and tilted his shot glass in Sylar’s direction before downing the contents for the final time and set it down.

Usually there was nothing quite like the euphoric, airy effects of a good buzz that he thrived for, but for now, he chose to abandon the whiskey bottle with the promise of another night in the very near future with a rather delectable bottle of bourbon. Not to mention it wouldn’t do to allow himself to become completely shit-faced in front of his twin while he was attempting to concoct his next plans.

Sylar may not fully understand his choices for a ‘tidy’ kill, but the doctor took pride in the more meticulous methods of killing, clean cut and precise down to the removal of every identifiable feature leading up to the removal of her head. Oddly, the despair in his victims glassy, tear filled eyes flickering with a final shred of hope before she took her last breath, like the death of a star in the night sky, was both irritating and amusing to him. It was a paradox, a contradiction he’d yet to understand himself.

Reclining on the sofa, he threw his arm over the back and decided to wave off his brother’s earlier mishap that prevented his intent to abduct the waitress tonight simply because it was an unknown unknown that the two of them would have been after the same victim. To Oliver it was intriguing, the fact that his brother seemed to harbor so much spite for the people who’d wronged him in his past like a woman scorned—a passion he could admire. But the details of Angela Petrelli’s betrayal peaked his interest and he suddenly he sat up on the sofa.

Brows knitting together with increasing irritation, Oliver’s expression shifted to cold indifference as he removed his eyeglasses and set them atop the coffee table between them. “They’re all the same. They’ll lie, use you for ulterior motives. Or just throw you away altogether. But to declare you as her son…” he muttered in obvious surprise, dark, narrowed eyes flickering up to meet his brothers. “I understand this is something you’ve craved for long enough so I won’t steal your pleasure, but if you give her to me once they’re dead, I can assure you she’ll understand what true ‘family togetherness' means once I'm through…. Now, seeing as we share the same face, there would be a bit of resistance and I don't know if her son's are capable of what you can do so tell me a little about them and I can decide who will be my primary target.”

watchmakersylar

Seeing the change come over Oliver’s face made Sylar’s smile stretch ear to ear. There was the hunger he saw in the mirror. The darkness becoming solid and whole behind his eyes now that his mask was off, with Oliver’s glasses on the table, he was finally looking at the face they shared. He scooted forward in his seat, until his shins hit the edge of the table and reached for both of Oliver’s hands at which point he noticed exactly what his twin’s candy dish was made of that sent him into a belly laugh.

“We are two of a kind, Oliver,” he said, taking Oliver’s hands in his. “My revenge can wait. I want them to think they’re safe, that I wouldn’t dare come after them, and then I’ll have my fun. I can teach you about them and maybe find out where your abilities are. I can almost see them when I look in your eyes.”

Oliver wanted to help him kill the Petrellis. It was the nicest thing anyone had ever given him, and he was giddy for it. He’d help Oliver too. Help his brother find his potential. Sure a lot of people would die in the process, but that was OK with them both he was sure of that. “I’ll tell you all about them, but first I want to see your basement. Show me what you do, Oliver. I’ll help you hunt for someone, so I can watch. Please?” 



10 from my next milestone. Thanks!  



Title: All My Life
Artist: Foo Fighters
Played: 56 times

All my life I’ve been searching for something

Something never comes never leads to nothing

Nothing satisfies but I’m getting close

Closer to the prize at the end of the rope

All night long I dream of the day

When it comes around then it’s taken away

Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most

Feel it come to life when I see your ghost

Come down don’t you resist

You have such a delicate wrist

And if I give it a twist

Something to hold when I lose my grip

Will I find something in there

To give me just what I need?

Another reason to bleed

One by one hidden up my sleeve

One by one hidden up my sleeve

Hey don’t let it go to waste

I love it but I hate the taste

Weight keeping me down [2x]

Will I find a believer

Another one who believes

Another one to deceive

Over and over down on my knees

If I get any closer

And if you open up wide

And if you let me inside

On and on I’ve got nothing to hide

On and on I’ve got nothing to hide

Hey don’t let it go to waste

I love it but I hate the taste

Weight keeping me down [2x]

All my life I’ve been searching for something

Something never comes never leads to nothing

Nothing satisfies but I’m getting close

Closer to the prize at the end of the rope

All night long I dream of the day

When it comes around, when it’s taken away

Leaves me with the feeling that I feel the most

Feel it come to life when I see your ghost

And I’m done, done and I’m on to the next one [8x]

[Yelling:]

Done, done, on to the next one

Done I’m done and I’m on to the next one [2x]

Hey don’t let it go to waste

I love it but I hate the taste

Weight keeping me down [2x]

[Yelling]

Done, done and on to the next one

Done, I’m done, and I’m

On to the next.




Fooled you once, shame on you. Fooled you twice, you stupid fuck. 

thepeterpetrelli



Side by Side 

thepeterpetrelli:

Of course the bastard would bring up Kirby Plaza and Nathan.  ”You have no idea what I’ve been going through!”  He shouted at Sylar, anger crashing through him.  ”I’m not a coward!  I left so I wouldn’t hurt anyone else, I came here for help!”  He wasn’t expecting Sylar to fight back and he let out a hard breath as he was slammed into the wall hard.  His powers still weren’t great otherwise he would’ve sent himself through the wall and left the bastard inside of it.

"You’re the one that pushed me into it, I wouldn’t have lost control if you hadn’t been such an ass."  He brought both hands down together hard on Sylar’s back, trying to get him to back off.  "How did you even live?  Hiro went through you with a fucking sword, you should’ve died!"  Sylar didn’t have Claire’s power, there was no way he should’ve made it through that fight but he had and he’d tricked Peter and now, all Peter could see was red.

Concentrating, he phased out of Sylar’s grip and moved behind him.  ”You’re not going to make it this time.  You’ve killed so many people but you’re not killing anyone any more.”  He snarled, using TK to lift Sylar up and slam him against the wall.  ”You’re going to find out just what your victims felt before you took what didn’t belong to you.”  He started cutting into Sylar’s head, ignoring the screams.  That pain was too familiar and he smiled grimly as the blood started pouring down Sylar’s face.  When he was done, he phased the body into the wall and fell back, turning his head in time not to throw up on his feet.

watchmakersylar

//End….



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