One Of Your Sins - Sylar/Maya (Sylar POV)- Heroes Fiction (short)

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Title: One Of Your Sins
Author: force_oblique
Rating: PG, Angsty, allusions to character death
Table/Prompt: Table #7," hold"
Disclaimer: I dont own Sylar or Maya! :P
Characters/Pairings: Sylar/Maya - mention of other characters, Sylar's POV
Word Count: 891
Summary: Sylar’s Feelings for Maya’s power as they drive towards Mohinder.
Author's Notes: It Is A bit Disturbed and probably the weirdest thing I have ever written, so if it is crappy, please be gentle. I blame it on the fact that I am sick.
Crossposted at my fiction/lyrics lj@souls_eclipse, heroes_fic, heroes_sylar,sylar_maya and gabriel_maya
Huge thanks to dana_serenity & ghost_goodthing for their valuable help!


One Of Your Sins



As you are sitting next to me in the car, so oblivious, so peaceful, I look at you.
Your black hair framing your tanned skin exquisitely.
Your graceful arms barely moving, only to shift gears.

Your breathing is calm, controlled.
I watch your chest rise and fall with every breath you take.
Beads of sweat rolling from your forehead, continuing down your neck and disappearing under your shirt.
I try to look into your big, soulful eyes.
They are friendly, warm, welcoming as you turn to look at me.
A smile follows and makes them seem even more harmless.

I revel in your trust, your devotion and your ignorance.
But those are not the words I am seeking.
The word I seek is innocence.


Yes, you are innocent.

Even after all those tragedies, those lifes you took, your regret has absolved you.
It’s like you are unburdened by past mistakes.

Your faith has saved you, that is how you can be here, how you bear to stay in this car with Alejandro and me.

I thought it was Alejandro at first.
He can take back the sin, the deadliness.
He can contain it and bring the murdered ones back to life.

And maybe that makes it all okay in everyone’s eyes, but in yours.
I sense your guilt.
Your breakdown, the shame.
The tears threatening to make their way to the surface, when your breathing grows shallow.

Your guilt is there, underneath your skin.
In your breath. It’s almost palpable. I can even taste it and it’s intoxicating.

I can see right through you. You are so tranquill, so quiet like a dark porcelain doll, waiting to be smashed...

I wonder what will happen if I touch you.
If I let my fingers caress your skin. Will you hold your breath?
Will you shut your eyes, waiting for more?
For intimacy, closeness?

Will you shatter at my touch? Break into a million pieces, unable to pull yourself back together again?

Will you tremble just before it happens? Will you tremble just before you surrender yourself to me, body and soul?

I wonder will it be this simple? Is one touch all that it will take?
Will I need to bare my soul to you, too?
Or do you already know everything, comprehend everything?

Do you know me? Can you see right through me?
Through all my acts, my emotions, my lies and my pretenses?
Do you care?
Do you already feel as if you are “one” with me?

Yet, you are so serene.
I wonder what it will take for me to break this façade.
This mask of blemished perfection.

What will it take to see the darkness in you again?

What if I grab you by the throat, tightening my grip with every breath you will try to take, making it unbearable, impossible, painful?

What if I make you burn on the inside, squeezing you until every last bit of kindness, tolerance comes out of your body and hope fades from your eyes?

What if I render you just a shell of pure anger, betrayal, hurt and pain?
What if all I leave you with is loneliness and futility?

Where will your wrath go then? Will it all be unleashed on me?

I long for the moment I see your eyes turn black again, as your darkness overcomes you.
I want to be there.
I want to see you when the evil buried within you, comes looking for me.
When it comes looking for the evil in me.

I want to taste the remorse in the liquid venom of your poisonous tears.

Oh yes, I need to stare into your eyes when they blacken.

When you scream “No”, trying your best to be in control.
I want to be there when the dark shadow overpowers you, consumes and devours you.

When this darkness finally becomes ...you, I will be there longing for the moment it will touch me.

Yearning for that moment of weakness that will send me over the edge.
Trying to catch my breath and not being able to.
Sensing the oxygen leaving my veins, my lungs, rendering me to suffocate, gasping for breath, maybe my last and for that reason alone, oh so sweet…

I want to feel my life gently slide from my body, out of my skin.
I want to feel my life slowly fade away, seeping like an aura from my existence.

And in those final moments, I want you to come to me and look into my eyes with black tears in yours.

I want you to look at me as I close my eyes. I want your face, your blackened perfection, to be the last thing I see in this world, blemishing me, marring me to my very core.

And then I want you to kiss me with a broken whisper, a silent prayer on your lips, instilling into me all the darkness that still lingers within you, rendering me your accomplish, your soul mate forever.

I want to become one of your sins.
One of those that don’t let you rest at night.
One of those sins that make you scream in agony in your sleep.
The sins that make your heart beat frantically inside your chest.

And as your kiss slowly takes my life, seek no absolution for this sin …


~ Fin ~