I decided to challenge myself to write a drabble in two hours over at Write or Die. It did it in four minutes. Looked over by holdeverysong's critical eye.

This is a few years old.

Artistic Differences


Peter crossed his arms over his chest and surveyed the damage. The bodies of his friends and loved ones lay in broken heaps before him.

He should have known better than to trust Sylar.

"What have you done?"

"Isn't it beautiful?" Sylar crooned, almost mockingly. "I did it all for you."

"It's disgusting," Peter spat.

Sylar grabbed him by the elbows and pulled him closer. "It's art."

Peter pushed him away, allowing his rage and grief to flow freely. "I'll destroy you."

Sylar cocked a half-smirk that faded as quickly as it had appeared. "I'd love to see you try."