Red Riding Hood: Mylar Style
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aunt_zeldaTitle: Red Riding Hood
Rating: R, I think, for non-con and Sylar’s dirty mind
Genre: Cracky silliness
Pairings: onesided Mylar
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! (Also, character death)
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: You’ve all read Little Red Riding Hood, right? Well, you’ll never see it the same way again …
My Thoughts: Saw this http://blue-phlox.livejournal.com/39370.html#cutid2 and I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Although the story is rather silly, sometimes in a sick way, I discovered that there are parallels between Heroes and Red Riding Hood. I tried my best at the ‘what big ears/eyes/mouth you have!’ and when I couldn’t come up with a good one for ‘mouth’ I just had Sylar burst out of the façade and start with the smut.
Once upon a time, a young man lived with his mother in a cottage in a village at the edge of a scary forest. The young man’s name was Mohinder Suresh. His father had been conducting research on people who were exhibiting ‘special abilities’ around the many villages, but had been killed by an evil man almost six months ago. Mohinder continued his father’s research.
One day, his mother said:
“Mohinder, a man who lives in a cabin out in the woods is rumored to have special abilities. Perhaps you should go and test him.”
“Good idea, mother.” Mohinder began to back a bag with the necessary equipment.
“But be careful in the woods, dear! The man who murdered your father is still out there!”
Mohinder nodded solemnly. “I’ll be careful mother, don’t worry.”
~*~
Sylar was hungry.
It had been two weeks since he’d eaten someone’s brain, and that had been to acquire the ability to see in the dark. Granted, it was useful, but not particularly flashy, and, right now, what was the point of seeing in the dark if you didn’t have any victims around to see screaming in terror?
Sylar shook his head. Not only had it been too long since he’d eaten a brain, he hadn’t had a good lay in ages. So he was hungry in two ways, and this made him rather grumpy.
Plus, it was daytime, so his newfound ability didn’t work unless he skulked in shadows, which would be a dead-giveaway to any potential sex-objects and/or brain victims that he was a rather sketchy character, if he did say so himself.
Sylar’s highly attuned hearing (acquired from a female blacksmith several villages over) picked up the sound of footsteps. He tried not to get his hopes up, but if the person heading this way was even mildly good-looking, he was certain he’d have no choice but to jump their bones.
~*~
Mohinder was humming. He didn’t usually hum, but it was a particularly lovely day out, and he was on his way to test a new person. What ability, or abilities, might they have?
He was startled out of his mild daydreaming by a rather sketchy character lurking in the shadow of a tree. You didn’t see many people lurking these days.
Mohinder decided to walk past as fast as possible, praying that the lurksome person won’t notice him.
“Hello there,”
Mohinder froze That was a very, very sinister voice the lurksome person – a man – had.
“Why the rush, handsome?” the man asked, creeping out of the shadows.
Mohinder’s instincts told him not to turn around, and that not answering would be a very, very bad idea. “I’m – uh – going to test a man out here in the woods for abilities.” Truth wouldn’t hurt, right?
“Really?” the man drawled. From the shadows, Mohinder could tell that man was behind him, and much, much taller. “Were you related to Chandra Suresh?” Good god, the man was breathing in Mohinder’s ear now.
“Y-yes. He was my father,” Mohinder was feeling very uncomfortable right now.
“Too bad he was murdered, such a great mind,” the man’s hand went dangerously low, groping at Mohinder, who yelped and jumped forward, whirling around. “Hey!” he yelled as the man retreated into the shadows again. “What the –? Why did you do that?!”
The man in the shadows snickered. “You’re a very pretty man, I just couldn’t resist,” he paused. “I’ve been alone for too long, I’m sorry,”
Mohinder bit his lip. “That’s no excuse for …” he gulped. “Good-day,” he said stiffly, hurrying off, glancing over his shoulder every now and then to see if he was being followed.
~*~
Sylar waited until the pretty man was out of earshot before breaking out into hysterical laughter. People were frightened by his laugh, and he didn’t want the pretty man to start outright running.
Beautiful …just …beautiful. Delicious, even …Sylar grinned wolfishly. Concentrating very hard, he vanished from the spot and reappeared in front of the cabin that was deep in the woods. So the man living here had and ability, did he?
Sylar licked his lips.
~*~
“Zane?”
Sylar allowed himself one last feral grin before switching to a bemused, harmless expression. “Hello?” he called out in an innocent voice, entering the living room.
The pretty man was staring around, confused. “Oh!” he stared at Sylar. “Um … hello, I’m Mohinder Suresh, I take it you’re Zane?”
Ah …so that’s what his name is …Sylar held back a laugh and nodded eagerly. “Yes, I’m Zane. I’m so glad you could make it, the forest is … well, it’s not the nicest place to be,” he managed a lighthearted chuckle, surprising himself.
Mohinder smiled a smile that put the sunlight to shame. Soooo pretty! “So, uh, I guess we’d better start this, right?”
Sylar nodded. “Ok.”
~*~
Half an hour later, Mohinder was checking sheets of facts and figures. Sylar had barely been able to restrain himself from leaping across the table and tackling the man.
“Well, you’ve got fantastic hearing,” Mohinder said.
Sylar shrugged. “Guess so,” I could hear your heart pounding in fear back in the woods. Can’t wait to hear that again.
“And your eyesight! I bet you can see in the dark!”
‘Zane’ blushed. “Yeah, it’s weird,” I wonder what it would be like to have you pinned under me in the dark?
Mohinder scanned the readouts again. “What really astounds me, though, is –”
Mohinder never got to say what really astounded him. Because it was right about then that Sylar lost control and pounced on him.
Mohinder made vague, small noises of confusion through Sylar’s suffocating mouth, but Sylar was in his element now.
“I’m not Zane, you idiot … Zane’s dead, I killed him … I’m the man from the path … my name is Sylar, I killed your father …”
Now they were rolling around on the floor, Sylar was ripping their clothes off. Mohinder managed “Oh my god!” before Sylar’s mouth latched onto his again and things started to get really serious.
~*~
Sylar was humming. He had eaten a lovely brain, and then proceeded to have hot, perfect sex with a pretty, pretty man. It excited him to think about how long he could have kept the whole ‘Zane’ thing going, but burning passion had satisfied his lust … for now.
Sylar glanced back at the bed, where Mohinder lay, exhausted, asleep. He’d tied the man up in preparation for the next time, but for some reason he got the feeling Mohinder hadn’t minded being banged by his father’s murderer all that much.
Sylar was so content, in fact, that he settled down on the couch and fell asleep.
~*~
Hiro, the Warrior, silently tiptoed into the cabin. He saw Chandra Suresh’s son bound to the bed and sighed: too late, as always.
But he was here now, and that’s what counted.
Hiro took a steadying breath and approached Sylar, who was sleeping on a couch, looking oddly peaceful. Why couldn’t he have a sinister grin on his face? This shouldn’t feel wrong.
Hiro shook his head and silently drew his sword. He’d been waiting a long time for this …
~*~
“Are you alright?” a lightly accented voice asked.
Mohinder blinked back to consciousness. “Huh?” he shook his head. “What … where is he?!” he jumped up so fast he fell off of the bed.
A strange Asian man with a sword strapped to his back helped him up. “My name is Hiro. I killed the bee-un,” It took Mohinder a few seconds to understand that that meant ‘villain.’ “You no longer have to fear him.”
Mohinder steadied himself. “Thank you!” he exclaimed, hugging Hiro. “Thank you so much!”
Hiro patted him on the back gingerly.
“Sorry,” Mohinder pulled back. “Um, what should we do with the body?” he asked.
Hiro nodded towards the door, where two men – one Asian like himself but taller, another, younger, with bangs that cascaded over roughly half his face – were carrying a body outside.
“My assistants and I shall take it home, to prove that the monster is in fact dead,” he bowed respectfully to Mohinder. “Your things are a bag over there, Kensai be with you,”
“Thank you again!” Mohinder called after him. Then, grabbing his bag, he raced outside to watch as the three men and the body vanished.
“Fascinating,” Mohinder muttered, setting off for home.
And those who survived lived Happily Ever After.
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Date: 2007-06-28 08:30 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-29 04:40 am (UTC)What's your icon from? Looks hot ...
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Date: 2007-06-28 09:08 pm (UTC)<3
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Date: 2007-06-28 10:32 pm (UTC)Sylar's too funny in this ...
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Date: 2007-06-29 12:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-29 01:55 am (UTC)I know! At first I planned to have Chandra as Granny, then I realized that the whole Zane thing fit ... creepily well! *shivers*
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Date: 2007-06-29 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-30 01:52 pm (UTC)lol it makes so much sense to the Heroes events! XD wow!
(Isn't it creepy? The whole Zane/Granny thing was MEANT to be!)
This is the first fic where I don't mind that Sylar dies, I mean I do, but it just fits this story!
Yeah, I hate it when characters die (this is the second one where I've had one of them die, do you remember the sad, depressing fic from about a week ago ...?)
I don't know, I just KNEW that Hiro was going to be the Hunter ... it just fit ...
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Date: 2007-06-30 02:26 am (UTC)Now, that's a day worth having. ;)
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Date: 2007-06-30 01:56 pm (UTC)Yeah, I love Sylar when he thinks like this.
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Date: 2007-06-30 11:10 pm (UTC)The last line just had to be done, I'm afraid.
Glad you liked it!
Lol
Date: 2007-10-07 08:30 pm (UTC)"And those who survived lived Happily Ever After."
God, that sentence make me laught! XD
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Date: 2007-10-08 12:53 am (UTC)Oh it's been AGES since I posted this! Thanks!
God, that sentence make me laught! XD
Yeah, there was much love given to the last bit ... personally I'm fond of anything Sylar thought ... he's so FUNNY in this!
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Date: 2007-12-13 11:17 pm (UTC)i liked how perfectly that fit. very nice. ^_^ you win once again.
only i was a little upset about you killling sylar *cries* i'll get over cause Momo was just so cute! <33
anyway,
have you ever seen The Woodsman with Kevin Bacon? there's a little discussion in there about little red riding hood and the woodcutter which was super interesting and reminded me of this, so after reading this i was wondering if you could/would/have considered doing a more serious version? is it possible? if you're not going to, do i have your permission to try??
just wondering. ^_^
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Date: 2007-12-14 12:56 am (UTC)i liked how perfectly that fit. very nice. ^_^ you win once again.
Thank you! I haven't checked this fic in ages, it's one of my favorites ...
only i was a little upset about you killling sylar *cries* i'll get over cause Momo was just so cute! <33
Hee, I hated killing Sylar, but I had to go along with the story ...
have you ever seen The Woodsman with Kevin Bacon?
I have not. I've heard the name ... is there a youtube link, perchance?
i was wondering if you could/would/have considered doing a more serious version? is it possible? if you're not going to, do i have your permission to try??
Please do! (Just credit me or something ...) I have NO TIME, but if I had time I would probably do a more serious fic about Little Red Riding Hood and the parallels between it and the whole Mohinder/'Zane' thingie.
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Date: 2007-12-14 02:48 pm (UTC)i'll make you proud. promise *salutes* *runs off to figure out how the hell to do it*
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Date: 2007-12-14 02:56 pm (UTC)but when i work on the fic i'll put the specific quote i was talking about in there. it'll be a major part. especially in regards to molly. is this sounding tantalizing yet? hm...hope so.
^and there i go with rambling repies again. :s
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Date: 2007-12-14 05:16 pm (UTC)Hee! *salutes back* I know you will!
Oh, and the woodsman is an indie film so i don't think it's put up on youtube, or at least not the whole thing, but i still highly recomend you rent it if you love a good drama, especially one that makes you think.
Hmmm ... *plans to put it on netflix list*
but when i work on the fic i'll put the specific quote i was talking about in there. it'll be a major part. especially in regards to molly. is this sounding tantalizing yet? hm...hope so.
Yaaaaaay!