Shadowboxing

[flying_monkees]

Title: Shadowboxing
Author:
Characters: Sylar/Peter
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some swearing.
Word Count: 411
Disclaimer: Heroes does not belong to me no matter how much I wish it did.
Summary: Sylar and Peter are having a showdown.
Table/Prompt: For mission_insane's Horror/Bleeding and heroes_sylar's 12 Days of Sylar: On the fifth day of Sylar my true love gave to me - A cell on Level 5.

"What’s the matter Pete?  Giving up already?”  Sylar sneered at Peter, shoving him back hard with TK.  He grinned as Peter hit the wall behind him hard enough to crack the bricks.

“No, not by a long shot.”  Peter coughed hard and pulled himself back to his feet.  He didn’t even know how this fight had really started but he planned on finishing it today.  “I’m sick of your mouth and I’m going to shut it permanently,” he growled, sending a fireball at Sylar.

The killer just laughed, knocking away the fireball.  “Is that all you’ve got?  I thought you were so much better than me Pete, guess you were wrong.”  He sent razor sharp shards of ice at Peter, grinning as they sliced into the man.

Unable to block them they slice right through Peter and it rips a scream out of him.  Blood runs freely down his body and he drops to his hands and knees, shaking in pain as his regen slowly heals him.  It’s hard with all the cuts and the wounds that have already healed.  The regen is sluggish, wearing out from everything it’s tried to fix so far.  Sylar didn’t let up, causing even more wounds, slowing down the healing even more.

Sylar gave Peter a shark’s grin, watching as cuts opened on Peter’s body, licking his lips as the blood flowed.  “Just give it up Pete, you’re not going to win.”  He sent rock at Peter, breaking bones and causing even more pain.  Laughing as Peter screamed, he didn’t stop his onslaught.

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“We can’t do anything about this?”

“No.”

Nathan frowned, staring at his brother as Peter twitched on the bed.  Seeing cuts open up all over his chest and arms, he winced hard.  “Do you have any idea about what’s going on?”  He glanced over at Noah.

“The nearest we can tell is that Sylar’s locked him into his mind.”  His brow furrows as a deep cut slices across Peter’s cheek.  “He’s hurting himself but we don’t know why or how Sylar’s doing it.  We can’t even find the bastard to figure it out.  I’m sorry Nathan.”

“Thanks Noah.”  Nathan clapped his hand to the other man’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.  “Let me know if anything changes.”  He walked away, worry etched on his face.

Noah nodded, turning back to watch Peter twitch and bleed, wishing there was a way to stop whatever the hell it was that Sylar was doing.

 

Comments

[thewatchmaker.livejournal.com]

[flying-monkees.livejournal.com]

Figured you'd like that. Anything that makes Peter bleed.

[game-byrd.livejournal.com]

You see Peter, this is what could have been avoided if you'd just listened to all the fangirls and had hot, slashy sex with Sylar when you had the chance!

Thanks for writing.