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yllektraTitle: Taste Of Your Medicine
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force_oblique
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/OFC
Word Count: 561
Summary: Sylar thought he could just take her power, well, it was about time he got a taste of his medicine.
Author's Notes:The idea came to me last night and it was just too hilarious not to write a little bit about it! Excuse the crappiness! lol
Dedication: This is for you Danadana_serenity. You always tell me to explore the limits of each character and write crazy. You are just such an amazing writer you are always an inspiration! :)
Taste Of Your Medicine
He sees her at the bar. He’s been tracking her down.
Looking for her ever after he read her name in Suresh’s list of special people.
He looks at her again and nothing strikes him as special. Not her brown hair that graciously falls around her face, not her brown eyes and certainly not her lips, no matter how full they may be.
She is a frail, little thing and Sylar wonders if he’s been wasting his time.
But it’s her. It has to be her. He heard the barman greet her by her first name, Cori, so he can’t be wrong.
He is never wrong. But all those times he spent watching her were inconclusive.
He saw her do nothing, heard her do nothing.
No telekinesis, no speed or strength or extra vision. Nothing.
What could her superpower be, besides boring him to death?
He took another sip of his drink and hurried to get up when he noticed her head towards the exit.
Zipping up his jacket like a blanket against the chilling December wind, he stepped outside.
He spotted her on the left and was quick to follow her.
They had walked, unknowingly together, for about 200 feet when suddenly she walked around.
He stopped on his tracks and tried to act inconspicuously.
The minute he saw her walk up to him, he knew he was unsuccessful.
He wasn’t an actor damn it, he was a killer!
“Hey, you! She shouted. “What do you want”?
He smirked, relaxing. She was just a little girl anyways.
“I want to know everything there is to know about you. I want to know just what makes you tick. But first of all, I want to know what is your superpower!”
“My what? Are you crazy?” she started.
Losing his patience, he used his telekinesis to throw her against the nearby wall and with his invisible grip he immobilized her.
With his other hand, he already started to try and separate her brain from her skull.
Blood trickled down her forehead but the girl even though affected at first, she was able to move again in a matter of seconds, whereas something was blocking his powers.
“Dude, what are you trying to do?” he heard her ask.
“Interesting!” he exclaimed. “I want your power. Nifty one you got there!”
“And so what? You go killing people to get their abilities? Do you?”
“Pretty much, yeah!”
She let out a sigh that he‘d almost deem disrespectful if it weren’t that cute.
“Ok, dude! How much Highlander did you wach as a kid? You can't go around chopping peoples’ heads off as if taking their quickening. It just cant work that way!”
He was taken aback. He had never made that association. Quickening? The thought wasn’t that much far off, especially considering that it did give him that exhilarating sensation.
“But I want this power. Deflection, is it?” he insisted.
“Yeah, that’s it. I block other people’s power so that they don’t work on me and sometimes I can even create the same effect on them. Use their powers against them. Kinda like this!
She added and immediately threw him against the same wall he threw her first.”
As he stumbled to his feet, stubbornness edging on his voice, he asked.
“How did you do that?”
“If you behave I just might explain. But till then, which cave did you crawl out of, you brute?”
End Of Part 1
Author:
force_obliqueRating: PG
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/OFC
Word Count: 561
Summary: Sylar thought he could just take her power, well, it was about time he got a taste of his medicine.
Author's Notes:The idea came to me last night and it was just too hilarious not to write a little bit about it! Excuse the crappiness! lol
Dedication: This is for you Dana
dana_serenity. You always tell me to explore the limits of each character and write crazy. You are just such an amazing writer you are always an inspiration! :)Taste Of Your Medicine
He sees her at the bar. He’s been tracking her down.
Looking for her ever after he read her name in Suresh’s list of special people.
He looks at her again and nothing strikes him as special. Not her brown hair that graciously falls around her face, not her brown eyes and certainly not her lips, no matter how full they may be.
She is a frail, little thing and Sylar wonders if he’s been wasting his time.
But it’s her. It has to be her. He heard the barman greet her by her first name, Cori, so he can’t be wrong.
He is never wrong. But all those times he spent watching her were inconclusive.
He saw her do nothing, heard her do nothing.
No telekinesis, no speed or strength or extra vision. Nothing.
What could her superpower be, besides boring him to death?
He took another sip of his drink and hurried to get up when he noticed her head towards the exit.
Zipping up his jacket like a blanket against the chilling December wind, he stepped outside.
He spotted her on the left and was quick to follow her.
They had walked, unknowingly together, for about 200 feet when suddenly she walked around.
He stopped on his tracks and tried to act inconspicuously.
The minute he saw her walk up to him, he knew he was unsuccessful.
He wasn’t an actor damn it, he was a killer!
“Hey, you! She shouted. “What do you want”?
He smirked, relaxing. She was just a little girl anyways.
“I want to know everything there is to know about you. I want to know just what makes you tick. But first of all, I want to know what is your superpower!”
“My what? Are you crazy?” she started.
Losing his patience, he used his telekinesis to throw her against the nearby wall and with his invisible grip he immobilized her.
With his other hand, he already started to try and separate her brain from her skull.
Blood trickled down her forehead but the girl even though affected at first, she was able to move again in a matter of seconds, whereas something was blocking his powers.
“Dude, what are you trying to do?” he heard her ask.
“Interesting!” he exclaimed. “I want your power. Nifty one you got there!”
“And so what? You go killing people to get their abilities? Do you?”
“Pretty much, yeah!”
She let out a sigh that he‘d almost deem disrespectful if it weren’t that cute.
“Ok, dude! How much Highlander did you wach as a kid? You can't go around chopping peoples’ heads off as if taking their quickening. It just cant work that way!”
He was taken aback. He had never made that association. Quickening? The thought wasn’t that much far off, especially considering that it did give him that exhilarating sensation.
“But I want this power. Deflection, is it?” he insisted.
“Yeah, that’s it. I block other people’s power so that they don’t work on me and sometimes I can even create the same effect on them. Use their powers against them. Kinda like this!
She added and immediately threw him against the same wall he threw her first.”
As he stumbled to his feet, stubbornness edging on his voice, he asked.
“How did you do that?”
“If you behave I just might explain. But till then, which cave did you crawl out of, you brute?”
End Of Part 1
