Apr 15, 2013
+ sherlockholmeses
+ caring-is-not-helping
+ blackandtwosugars
"Hello Sherlock Holmes, the Great Detective, are you here to play a little game? I've got some delightful tricks that I've been dying to show you."
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+ sherlockholmeses
+ caring-is-not-helping
+ blackandtwosugars
"Hello Sherlock Holmes, the Great Detective, are you here to play a little game? I've got some delightful tricks that I've been dying to show you."
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Why keep someone like Sherlock as a pet though?
I'm immortal and all powerful. What the fuck else am I suppose to do to entertain myself? You'd be surprised at how amusing it is to watch a good man turn into something dark and it's all mine.
Plus, he's pretty. Never hurts to have something nice to look at. You can't exactly say that about a bulldog, can you?
Claimed. This ought to be interesting.
5. A confession
Sylar was smirking as he walked up to Sherlock before starting to circle him slowly, fingers gliding along the consultant's shoulders, back, neck, ect...
"We're more a like then you care to admit, Sherlock. Our minds forces us to endure the knowledge no one else possess. We both fell under the pressures of drugs- though mine isn't something you can inject." A low chuckle escaped his lips before Sylar pressed his chest to Sherlock's back, mouth by his ear. "You need that possibility of death at the end of things. It's why you can't stay away from me. I need the thrill of a hero, which is why I'm not going to leave you alone." Drawing just a bit closer, his mouth touched Sherlock's ear now. "It's going to be so much fun watching you sub come to your own demons when I'm done. You are going to be so beautiful."
Dear pet
Dear Sherlock,
You know, you really are my favorite. Quite a bit harder to manipulate but you do seem to like it rough. That's what makes you interesting; Nothing is too much. You will do anything to prove yourself and it is beautiful. We're going to be unstoppable.
Sylar
+caring-is-not-helping
His eyes darted down as he saw the movement and raised a brow. Figures Sherlock would like the only subjects Sylar despised. Prat. Teleporting again so he was sitting on a counter just to the side of Sherlock, he continued. "As you can imagine, everyone sees me as the perfect weapon say for the fact I kill anyone who tries to use me. I've said it once and I'm sure I'll say it again, but everyone has plans for me." He'd never say it but it was still painful to think back to everyone who was actually kind to him for once only for it to be a trap in the end.
"Angelia, the woman who claimed to be my mother to use me, has the ability to dream the future. She wanted to use me to go and find her supposed dead husband-which I was then to believe think was my dad- and kill him. I almost did if I hadn't tried to save Peter and got caught, only then to be manipulated to think Angelia tried to kill me when I was a baby leading me to work for Arthur then- so claimed to be father." He ran his hands over his face, just now noticing how utterly complicated it all actually was, this little walk down memory lane cracking his usually cocky and evil shell. "Angelia, oddly enough, was the lesser of two evils considering Arthur locked me in a room with Elle." God, Elle. That is one memory that will always hurt since he not only met and knew Elle when he was Gabriel, but they then worked together even after he became Sylar. It was a wound for both sides and he despised it.
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[It was a wonder, a goddamn miracle, that Bobby had managed to get Dean on a plane. It had been a damn long 8 hours, during which Dean had to drug himself with Xanax and a nice amount of airplane liquor. He managed to sleep through most of it, only halfway freaking out the rest of the time. Overall, it went a lot smoother than what he had expected, although Sam probably wouldn't have called the ordeal 'smooth'.
They'd needed him in London, or so Bobby and Sam claimed. Something about a high-up demon possessing a high-up criminal. Bad news, definitely, Dean just didn't understand why he had to be the one to handle it.
At least they had given him a little bit of info to go on. Sitri, demon, had possessed a dude named Moriarty - or Richard Brook, details were a little sketchy there. Same guy, same body. A certain Sherlock Holmes could be consulted about it - a detective, had a history with Brook. Apparently he wasn't the best with people, but he was the only person who could help him out.
And lost in the middle of London, totally unused to British customs? He was going to need that help.
He found 221B with a minor number of difficulties, and finally found himself knocking on the front door.]
"Mr Holmes? Agent Raimi, CIA. I'd like to talk to you about a, uh, Mr Richard Brook."