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firefly_fanficTitle: Nightmare Girl Save Me From Myself
Author: Rosie1234
Fandom: Firefly/Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 711
Ships: Sylar/River
Summary: “It's about time you got her, monster (who still likes to hide under my bed, wicked man), what on earth took you so long?”
Note: I can't get enough of these two! :) And that would make three Sylar/River fics for one table, lol.
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xfirefly9x
Prompt: Coward
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Foolish man, bad man that likes to bathe his hands in blood, I can see the coward in you, can you?”
Those eyes, the ones that grow wide as saucers and spook me every time (all knowing and reading my deranged mind) they land on me and me alone, are busy haunting my every dream with words of truth.
(taking away the dreams of blood and brains and stripping them until all that's left is her and those words, murderer, coward)
“You deserve each midnight scream, Mr. Gray (who was lost those long years ago), all these shiny nightmares of yours are punishment. And my dear killer, it just proves that a soul is still placed in that corrupted breast of yours.”
Each night, they come so faithfully that I try to keep my eyes open as long as I can (until sleep grabs hold me and drags me under), it's the same face, same lips and same grin but different words that do nothing but slice into me.
(reminding me I don't have a black hole for a heart, and my soul is covered in blood but still very much intact)
“Little girl, child with the words of wise elders, why are still here tormenting me so?”
Instead of the screams, the ones that come when she lets lose another bunch of words that are aimed at bringing me to my knees, after the handful of days with nothing but this I finally asked why, why me?
(rather then tearing the small thing before me to bits and pieces, because I knew that's what she wants, wants me to be the monster)
“Old and cruel man (with eyes that yearn to rip me apart), I won't leave, my words won't stop spilling out until you finally see that everything about you is dripping in wrong.”
Rather then cutting away at me, slicing me into two like I have done to others countless times (with sin in my grin) with one finger alone, this time her words were covered in the light that I've been without from day one.
“But what if I can't do that, River, what if I can't?”
(and I fear the light is too late, that redemption has come when I can't take a hold of it)
This vision, this girl that dances around my sins hoping to drive them away with each step, wasn't in the form of a strangers face but someone that I knew the moment I laid my eyes on her.
(the river that runs through me from thousands of years in my future, the one filled with her and the stars)
Someone I haven't even meet yet, our time would come when we only had the stars and the moon, but she was saving me from a different time and place, with a smile that was just for me right from the start of all of this
“Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Gabriel. My monster, someday it will be finished and you'll have that red, red heart of yours back in place (rather then the black, black one I see now) and you'll finally have everything, be special, without a drop of blood.”
And after that night I didn't see those eyes for thousands upon thousands of years, when the earth finally went down in flames (turned to ash with the help of us all) and all we had left was space, when I finally found my dream girl and she knew me more then ever before.
Knew me inside out and because of her instead of being the villain of the story, which I finally stopped being before it was too late, and turned me into the hero.
“It's about time you got her, monster (who still likes to hide under my bed, wicked man), what on earth took you so long?”
Author: Rosie1234
Fandom: Firefly/Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 711
Ships: Sylar/River
Summary: “It's about time you got her, monster (who still likes to hide under my bed, wicked man), what on earth took you so long?”
Note: I can't get enough of these two! :) And that would make three Sylar/River fics for one table, lol.
For:
10_hurt_comfort, xfirefly9xPrompt: Coward
Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Foolish man, bad man that likes to bathe his hands in blood, I can see the coward in you, can you?”
Those eyes, the ones that grow wide as saucers and spook me every time (all knowing and reading my deranged mind) they land on me and me alone, are busy haunting my every dream with words of truth.
(taking away the dreams of blood and brains and stripping them until all that's left is her and those words, murderer, coward)
“You deserve each midnight scream, Mr. Gray (who was lost those long years ago), all these shiny nightmares of yours are punishment. And my dear killer, it just proves that a soul is still placed in that corrupted breast of yours.”
Each night, they come so faithfully that I try to keep my eyes open as long as I can (until sleep grabs hold me and drags me under), it's the same face, same lips and same grin but different words that do nothing but slice into me.
(reminding me I don't have a black hole for a heart, and my soul is covered in blood but still very much intact)
“Little girl, child with the words of wise elders, why are still here tormenting me so?”
Instead of the screams, the ones that come when she lets lose another bunch of words that are aimed at bringing me to my knees, after the handful of days with nothing but this I finally asked why, why me?
(rather then tearing the small thing before me to bits and pieces, because I knew that's what she wants, wants me to be the monster)
“Old and cruel man (with eyes that yearn to rip me apart), I won't leave, my words won't stop spilling out until you finally see that everything about you is dripping in wrong.”
Rather then cutting away at me, slicing me into two like I have done to others countless times (with sin in my grin) with one finger alone, this time her words were covered in the light that I've been without from day one.
“But what if I can't do that, River, what if I can't?”
(and I fear the light is too late, that redemption has come when I can't take a hold of it)
This vision, this girl that dances around my sins hoping to drive them away with each step, wasn't in the form of a strangers face but someone that I knew the moment I laid my eyes on her.
(the river that runs through me from thousands of years in my future, the one filled with her and the stars)
Someone I haven't even meet yet, our time would come when we only had the stars and the moon, but she was saving me from a different time and place, with a smile that was just for me right from the start of all of this
“Don't worry your pretty little head about it, Gabriel. My monster, someday it will be finished and you'll have that red, red heart of yours back in place (rather then the black, black one I see now) and you'll finally have everything, be special, without a drop of blood.”
And after that night I didn't see those eyes for thousands upon thousands of years, when the earth finally went down in flames (turned to ash with the help of us all) and all we had left was space, when I finally found my dream girl and she knew me more then ever before.
Knew me inside out and because of her instead of being the villain of the story, which I finally stopped being before it was too late, and turned me into the hero.
“It's about time you got her, monster (who still likes to hide under my bed, wicked man), what on earth took you so long?”