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yllektraTitle: Taste Of Your Medicine - Part Two
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force_oblique
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Cori(OFC)
Word Count: In Progress. This part:603
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
Crossposted at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_sylar & heroes_fic
Written fordana_serenity, whom I humbly thank for her help! =D
Part One- Here
Taste Of Your Medicine - Part Two
When he came to, his head was killing him.
He couldn’t remember how he had gotten there, or where “there” was, but a bump on his head and the pain he felt when he touched it, filled in some blanks.
There must have been some hitting in the head after the “brute” reference.
Who was she calling a brute?
He was a genius!
A criminal genius but genius nonetheless.
And to top that, he was also an artist.
An artist in his killing.
The way he masterfully separated the part of the brain he needed from the rest of it, could bring all other killers to shame.
He tried to focus on making his eyesight grow better but it was still blurry as hell.
He blinked repeatedly and to his relief, soon his eyesight was improving.
It took him about three seconds to realize he was tied up in chains and another three to start glaring at her the minute she walked in.
“What have you done to me? Where have you brought me to?” he hissed.
“I haven’t done anything to you," she chuckled as she moved closer to him, staring at him without being affected by his venoumous look, "if you exclude the hitting and the chaining up, that is!" a slight hint of pleasure sparkled in her eyes.
"But, really, considering the things I could do to you? … you shouldn’t be complaining,” and the way she said that, almost made him think that she was enjoying herself.
This couldn’t be happening. Sylar could not wrap his mind around this situation.
Only a day ago people, special people, would shudder at the sound of his name and there she was, this ignorant girl mocking him.
“You are pushing it!” he hissed.
He was tempted to try and use his telekinesis but he knew that it would go boomerang on him. It made him so angry that each time he used his power she could use it too… against him.
“Am I?” she asked him, approaching him so that her breath almost moistened his cheek.
"So what is your name? she continued while her hands touched his shoulders.
He hesitated.
"Aren't you going to tell me?" she teased snaking her hands around his torso.
After a few moments she turned away from him and started to walk around him making circles.
"My name is Sylar!" he almost spat out.
"Sylar? What kind of a name is that? Your mother must be oozing with stupidity!" she joked.
"She is dead!"
"From stupidity?"
"No, actually, I killed her!" he answered with a smirk, expecting to see shock in her face.
"Really? Stupidity it is then! She should have known better than to trust you!" Cori exclaimed without indulging him with shock or even repulsion.
It seemed as if she was really at ease with this. As if somehow she already knew.
"She should have known better than to trust me? I was her son!" Sylar replied, impatience and anger rising inside him.
"No, you are not! Don't you fool yourself, Sylar!" she whispered and with her hand she pressed his chin up so that his gaze met hers.
"You are nobody's son! You were born from darkness! I can see it in your eyes! There's something inhuman in them!"
She searched for indignation in his eyes, but found none.
"Oh, yes! You were born from pure, unadulterated darkness!" she concluded.
"And it's time someone put some 'light' into you"! she said cryptically as she walked off his side and went over to a little iron table where something like electro-shock therapy tools lay...
End of Part Two
Author:
force_obliqueRating: PG
Disclaimer: I dont own anything! :P
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Cori(OFC)
Word Count: In Progress. This part:603
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
Crossposted at
heroes_sylar & heroes_ficWritten for
dana_serenity, whom I humbly thank for her help! =DPart One- Here
Taste Of Your Medicine - Part Two
When he came to, his head was killing him.
He couldn’t remember how he had gotten there, or where “there” was, but a bump on his head and the pain he felt when he touched it, filled in some blanks.
There must have been some hitting in the head after the “brute” reference.
Who was she calling a brute?
He was a genius!
A criminal genius but genius nonetheless.
And to top that, he was also an artist.
An artist in his killing.
The way he masterfully separated the part of the brain he needed from the rest of it, could bring all other killers to shame.
He tried to focus on making his eyesight grow better but it was still blurry as hell.
He blinked repeatedly and to his relief, soon his eyesight was improving.
It took him about three seconds to realize he was tied up in chains and another three to start glaring at her the minute she walked in.
“What have you done to me? Where have you brought me to?” he hissed.
“I haven’t done anything to you," she chuckled as she moved closer to him, staring at him without being affected by his venoumous look, "if you exclude the hitting and the chaining up, that is!" a slight hint of pleasure sparkled in her eyes.
"But, really, considering the things I could do to you? … you shouldn’t be complaining,” and the way she said that, almost made him think that she was enjoying herself.
This couldn’t be happening. Sylar could not wrap his mind around this situation.
Only a day ago people, special people, would shudder at the sound of his name and there she was, this ignorant girl mocking him.
“You are pushing it!” he hissed.
He was tempted to try and use his telekinesis but he knew that it would go boomerang on him. It made him so angry that each time he used his power she could use it too… against him.
“Am I?” she asked him, approaching him so that her breath almost moistened his cheek.
"So what is your name? she continued while her hands touched his shoulders.
He hesitated.
"Aren't you going to tell me?" she teased snaking her hands around his torso.
After a few moments she turned away from him and started to walk around him making circles.
"My name is Sylar!" he almost spat out.
"Sylar? What kind of a name is that? Your mother must be oozing with stupidity!" she joked.
"She is dead!"
"From stupidity?"
"No, actually, I killed her!" he answered with a smirk, expecting to see shock in her face.
"Really? Stupidity it is then! She should have known better than to trust you!" Cori exclaimed without indulging him with shock or even repulsion.
It seemed as if she was really at ease with this. As if somehow she already knew.
"She should have known better than to trust me? I was her son!" Sylar replied, impatience and anger rising inside him.
"No, you are not! Don't you fool yourself, Sylar!" she whispered and with her hand she pressed his chin up so that his gaze met hers.
"You are nobody's son! You were born from darkness! I can see it in your eyes! There's something inhuman in them!"
She searched for indignation in his eyes, but found none.
"Oh, yes! You were born from pure, unadulterated darkness!" she concluded.
"And it's time someone put some 'light' into you"! she said cryptically as she walked off his side and went over to a little iron table where something like electro-shock therapy tools lay...
End of Part Two
