Disclaimer; Do I own Heroes and/or Supernatural? I wish. But no, sadly I don't. Drabblefic, character death, PG-13.
Such A Pretty Thing
Such a pretty thing; raw tissue, pink and glistening beneath the stark, fluorescent street lights. The hard white bone beneath lends a certain... beauty to it, an edge that causes Sylar's heart to bomb loudly in his chest with excitement. The uncertainty of the hunt, the joy and thrill of his prey running, wielding his weapon with false bravado and oh... the fear in those eyes, doe-like and glimmering with anger and promises of retribution.
This is what Sylar loves most. Oh, the chase is wonderful; a delicious game re-enacted by many, and continued on in this. But the hunt is nothing compared to what happens at the finishing line, and the prize that he can take for his very own.
Idly he strokes a hand over brown hair, wiry and sticky with blood. "Such a shame," he murmurs, tone condescending, "he was such fun to play with." Triumphant that he now possesses such a wonderful power, Sylar merely licks the blood off of Sams' still-warm lips with a demented smile. Crimson droplets drip from Sylar's fingertips to land on the pale, bare thighs of the young man beneath him, adding to the harsh bruises on the smooth, pale skin of the inner thighs.
Indeed, now that his job is done, and done well, his very form seems to melt into the shadows of the night.
The dead and glassy eyes of Sam Winchester merely stare up at the sky above, dark and heavy with rainclouds. As the heavens open and thunder roars in anger... the raindrops do their job, washing away the blood of an innocent.
