Murderous!Peter for Sylar
Jun. 18th, 2010 02:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticEvery single day he came here and nothing ever happened. The wall would look exactly the same no matter how hard he hit. Peter ran his fingers over the bricks but couldn’t even feel a chip dislodged. Frustrated and furious, Peter pounded on the wall with his bare fists. The pain was almost welcome; it told him he was still alive in this madness.
He came back to his apartment with his knuckles bleeding. Peter searched around until he found ointment and bandages. Although focused on what he was doing, he wasn’t so involved he missed Sylar’s entrance. Peter was just choosing to ignore the killer.
“Peter, what’d you do to your hands?” He felt Sylar touch him and glanced up to meet the other man’s calculating gaze. Sylar always had that look when he was in deep thought, like he was taking everything apart trying to understand. Peter remembered how that felt… He flinched, pulling his hands away.
“Don’t touch me!”
“A little late to be that way, don’t you think?” Sylar snorted wryly. Peter continued applying his bandages and chose not to respond. “You seemed to like it,” the killer added with a smirk. That got Peter to snap. He punched the man hard across the jaw, grabbing him by the hair and slamming his face against the nearest wall.
“The only reason you’re not dead is because I need you,” Peter snarled, “so just shut the hell up.” Sylar answered with a soft chuckle, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He didn’t usually fight back which annoyed Peter to no end.
When Peter cooled down he would find Sylar and end up back in the killer’s bed. Like he said, Peter needed him.
He came back to his apartment with his knuckles bleeding. Peter searched around until he found ointment and bandages. Although focused on what he was doing, he wasn’t so involved he missed Sylar’s entrance. Peter was just choosing to ignore the killer.
“Peter, what’d you do to your hands?” He felt Sylar touch him and glanced up to meet the other man’s calculating gaze. Sylar always had that look when he was in deep thought, like he was taking everything apart trying to understand. Peter remembered how that felt… He flinched, pulling his hands away.
“Don’t touch me!”
“A little late to be that way, don’t you think?” Sylar snorted wryly. Peter continued applying his bandages and chose not to respond. “You seemed to like it,” the killer added with a smirk. That got Peter to snap. He punched the man hard across the jaw, grabbing him by the hair and slamming his face against the nearest wall.
“The only reason you’re not dead is because I need you,” Peter snarled, “so just shut the hell up.” Sylar answered with a soft chuckle, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He didn’t usually fight back which annoyed Peter to no end.
When Peter cooled down he would find Sylar and end up back in the killer’s bed. Like he said, Peter needed him.