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aunt_zeldaTitle: Anti-Hero
Rating: R to be safe.
Genre: Death Fic. Role-reversal. Smut. Depression.
Warnings: If you haven’t watched all of Season 1 of Heroes, you shouldn’t be here, you should be at nbc.com catching up!
Disclaimer: Uh … obviously I don’t own Heroes, because if I did, I’d have Mylar making out on screen instead of in slash fics or my twisted mind …
Summary: Gabriel has finally caught up with Mohinder.
My Thoughts: This is the first time I’ve portrayed Mohinder as evil. It’s kinda scary, and set a few years after HtSaEM, and Sylar became Gabriel and is with the ‘heroes’ (Hiro, Peter, Niki, Hana) now without a memory wipe. Sorry about the title, I know it’s kinda lame. Also, I want to do more with the snake/apple/Garden of
After six months of searching, hunting, endless crime-scenes and dead ends, Gabriel has finally caught up with Mohinder.
“Never saw this coming,” Gabriel says, tossing Mohinder into a wall with a wave of his hand. “You going evil: that’s just plain weird.”
Mohinder hurls a ball of fire; Gabriel freezes it into a sphere of ice that shatters on the ground.
“Why, Mohinder, why go mad scientist?” he negates Mohinder’s powers and freezes the man in place. “You owe me that, before I kill you.”
A flash of fear. It’s soon replaced by amusement. “Kill me? You couldn’t! Sylar could do it, you can’t, Gabriel.”
Gabriel wants to flinch at the venom. “Don’t fool yourself, Mohinder, I’m not a real hero. I’ll never be a true hero,” and, to wipe that look off Mohinder’s face, he slashes a horrible, bloody cut across the serial-killer’s chest.
The scream of pain and surprise satisfies the thing inside of Gabriel … for now. “See? If I was a real hero, I’d just kill you and be done with it. Quick and clean … but I’m going to drag this out if you don’t give me an answer.”
Mohinder sees the glint of Sylar. “Fine. I’ll give you a great, epic speech,” he glares. “I spent years watching you all. The heroes, the special ones, the people who saved the world,” his face is contorted with rage. “I was fed up with being the one left behind. All I was good for was my dead father’s research; otherwise I was just a liability. When everyone else was messing with time and space and bringing down mob bosses, I was stuck at home, running codes to save people I’d never even met.
“Then I realized I could be like you: free, powerful. I could make all of them run around like little ants and crush them,” something like happiness crosses his face. “But no sooner do I start my new life, you have an epiphany and join the good guys.”
Gabriel’s surprised. It’s not anger in Mohinder’s face now, it’s betrayal: his eyes mimic a kicked puppy.
“I wanted you, I was going to join you, and we ended up switching roles.” Mohinder sighs. “It’s ironic; it’d be funny if you weren’t going to kill me.”
Gabriel closes his eyes. “If you’d held out for one more week … I could have fixed you …” he sighs.
“Kill me.”
Gabriel’s eyes snap open.
“I told you why, so do it.” Mohinder raises his eyebrows. “Unless you’re going to take your time? Let Sylar out again?”
Gabriel feels something crumple up inside of him. “I loved you,” he bites his lip, and, before the other man can reply, stops Mohinder’s heart.
Two Years Earlier
“So, doctor,” Sylar purrs, burying his face in Mohinder’s shirtfront. “What’s wrong with me?”
Mohinder tenses, wanting to touch Sylar, knowing he can’t. “Oh, you’ve just got issues with your parents, from which your inferiority complex derives, and a tendency to brutally murder people for their brains.” Sylar laughs. “But besides that, you’re perfectly healthy.”
Sylar tilts his head up – keeping his lips just far enough away from Mohinder’s. “You want me, don’t you?” he grins, pulling back slightly. Taste the apple, Eve, he cajoles with his eyes. One little bite won’t do any harm, will it?
“Oh no,” Mohinder whispers, closing his eyes and easing forward. “Oh no,” he repeats, worshiping Sylar’s mouth with his own.
That’s right, Eve …Sylar feels alive for the first time in ages. Come on, Eve, take more, there’s not turning back now …
Mohinder surprises him by shoving him backwards, limbs entangling Sylar’s, almost smothering him with the released passion and lust.
~*~
Sylar stares at Mohinder’s sleeping form. I could take you with me. I want to, why shouldn’t I?
No. He won’t corrupt Mohinder’s beauty. Last night was as far as it should ever go.
He leaves, a sweet taste in his mouth, and contemplates what would have happened if he’d taken Mohinder with him.
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Date: 2007-08-01 05:32 am (UTC)Gabriel feels something crumple up inside of him. “I loved you,” he bites his lip, and, before the other man can reply, stops Mohinder’s heart.
*tear* Poor Gabriel. That line killed me. T_T
I will never ever ever recover from all the deathfics I've read recently. Fifty years from now I will still be curled up in some corner or under some random peice of furniture shivering and crying, and people will come over to the house to point and stare, and sometimes they'll ask me what's wrong, and I'll say "They keep DYING!" and they'll think I'm talking about my goldfish or something ridiculous like that.
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Date: 2007-08-01 05:51 am (UTC)It killed me too. We should go to a 'Living Dead Annyonimous' Meeting ...
I will never ever ever recover from all the deathfics I've read recently.
Blame it on the timing. Right after HP 7 came out is NOT when you should have DEATH WEEK. I'm surprised nobody's done themselves actual harm ... *worries*
They keep DYING!" and they'll think I'm talking about my goldfish or something ridiculous like that.
You won't be alone. I'll comfort you and give you food and read you crack fics. Also, I have this curse with fish. No matter what I do, or what kind I get, or when I get them, or where I'm living, or what kind of water or filter I use, the fish always die. I've accepted it. *sigh*
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Date: 2007-08-02 02:13 am (UTC)Geez, you should buy a Zebra fish. It might just be me, as the store owner said they're might to be good group fish, though delicate, but I have one that's like a freaking cockroach. I went on vacation once for five days during which my friend didn't feed him the whole time and he's still perfectly fine. He eats every other kind of fish I put in with him though; he ate my Ghost Shrimp like fricking popcorn and they were the same size!
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Date: 2007-08-02 03:36 am (UTC)Thanks for the suggestion though ...
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Date: 2007-08-01 12:36 pm (UTC)This review is gonna suck,but that's because the story is so good!^_^'
Love all of it,Mohinder dying was unexpected but seemed needed,even though I had never thought of evil!Mohinder dying.So,points to you!Lovely fic all around!
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Date: 2007-08-01 05:20 pm (UTC)Thanks! I was worried it wouldn't be too good ... except for the Snake/Apple/Eve thing, that I love. And Gabriel going 'good' is also pretty cool ...
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Date: 2007-08-01 04:16 pm (UTC)You are made of win! \(^o^)/ YATTA!
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Date: 2007-08-01 05:24 pm (UTC)Well, the Snake/Apple/Eve thing I love ...
You are made of win! \(^o^)/ YATTA!
Awwww ... I got Hiro! YOU are made of win!
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Date: 2007-08-02 03:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-02 06:34 am (UTC)EVILMohinder disturbs me. Dark!Mohinder (who tortures Sylar with a tuning fork) I love. I'm just odd like that ...
It was awesome to not only see Mohinder evil but Sylar/Gabriel good.
That came out of NOWHERE. I answered a request for an EvilMohinder fic, started to write it, and REFORMEDSylar showed up. Odd, that ... I'm writing another fic, a series about REFORMEDSylar-known-as-Gabriel ... but Mohinder is not evil and does not die.
This fic packed a punch especially the ending I nearly died when Sylar put his face in Mohinder's shirt.
The end is my favorite bit, mostly because the Snake/Apple/Eve thing came out of nowhere and I'm not Christian. And you never find out HOW Sylar got into the apartment, he's just there, snuggling with Mohinder ...
*draws hearts on you*
*stares at strange person drawing hearts on me* Oh well ... it could be weirder ... I'm not sure HOW, but it could ...
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Date: 2007-08-06 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-06 05:41 am (UTC)*stunned*
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Date: 2007-08-06 04:48 pm (UTC)