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crossoverficTitle: Tears and Sparks Raining
Author: Rosie1234
Fandom: Heroes/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Elle/Dean, Sylar, Sam
Characters: Elle Bishop, Dean Winchester, Sylar, Sam.
Summary : It felt like ages ago when she was crying over my body (tears and sparks raining from her) damning to hell that one deal that had done me in and now it seems that I'm in her place.
Note: It's been a while hasn't it? One word for these two, epic.
Disclaimer: Not Mine
For: crossovers100
Prompt: 65. Passing
It felt like ages ago when she was crying over my body (tears and sparks raining from her) damning to hell that one deal that had done me in and now it seems that I'm in her place.
“Why the hell are you blocking the door, Sammy? (I need the only girl I got left)”
“You know why and in no way am I letting you do this again, now sit your ass down or I will make you.”
It was as clear as day that he knew me (some days even better then I know myself) and was on the top my mind, 'who needs a soul anyway?'
(someone that doesn't want to go back to hell, hell the one place I need to forget)
“I'm not doing it, not this time and not ever again (even if every part of me is screaming out for her), but trust me little brother if I wanted to go you would be very easy to get through, no offense.”
-
Every part of me screams for her (every part of the freaking day) but besides that it was screaming out for something totally different, vengeance.
It was clear who it was that killed her (ripped her in two pieces for us to find, son of a bitch) so very clear that all that bullets in gun and stored in the car had his name on them, Sylar.
(sylar, bastard, the end of the infamous villain is coming soon, oh-so soon)
“Sammy, do you have to guard the door the whole day?”
His eyes fume out a yes, no words from him today, (today of all todays, today when I need talking down from the cliffs of all cliffs) today when I have murder on the brain, hers and the one I plan on committing.
“Sorry about this Sam, There's someone out in the world that should be six feet under, just like her. And I'm going to make sure that happens.”
-
Killing the man that killed the one person that made you care (about my own freaking life and respecting the female sex all together) has a certain satisfaction that fixing my baby can't even bring me, but doing it over and over and over again takes it all away.
“You took the cheerbitches powers (Elle's words not mine, okay somewhat mine), son of a bitch!”
(Elle, the one that took my heart out with her crazy little hands, and told me some life lessens 'if he, that bastard, has pom-poms powers, run, run like hell')
But at this very moment I couldn't run, my anger that was filling me up and taking control every single part of me, and it said it was pay back time for both me and her.
“Your going to die a slow death, just like she did.”
I knew that every word that this bastard spoke was the truth because I was there for the whole show but I wasn't there soon enough to save her.
(but I was here early to kill him and his need to dig deep in others brains)
“I could say the very same thing.”
While he was busy ducking Sammy who always showed up in the nick of time, my gun (the one that was built for demons, it seemed to fit him just right) was pointed at the back of his head and didn't even take me a second to pull the trigger.
“That's for Elle, you son of a bitch.”
Author: Rosie1234
Fandom: Heroes/Supernatural
Rating: PG-13
Ships: Elle/Dean, Sylar, Sam
Characters: Elle Bishop, Dean Winchester, Sylar, Sam.
Summary : It felt like ages ago when she was crying over my body (tears and sparks raining from her) damning to hell that one deal that had done me in and now it seems that I'm in her place.
Note: It's been a while hasn't it? One word for these two, epic.
Disclaimer: Not Mine
For: crossovers100
Prompt: 65. Passing
It felt like ages ago when she was crying over my body (tears and sparks raining from her) damning to hell that one deal that had done me in and now it seems that I'm in her place.
“Why the hell are you blocking the door, Sammy? (I need the only girl I got left)”
“You know why and in no way am I letting you do this again, now sit your ass down or I will make you.”
It was as clear as day that he knew me (some days even better then I know myself) and was on the top my mind, 'who needs a soul anyway?'
(someone that doesn't want to go back to hell, hell the one place I need to forget)
“I'm not doing it, not this time and not ever again (even if every part of me is screaming out for her), but trust me little brother if I wanted to go you would be very easy to get through, no offense.”
-
Every part of me screams for her (every part of the freaking day) but besides that it was screaming out for something totally different, vengeance.
It was clear who it was that killed her (ripped her in two pieces for us to find, son of a bitch) so very clear that all that bullets in gun and stored in the car had his name on them, Sylar.
(sylar, bastard, the end of the infamous villain is coming soon, oh-so soon)
“Sammy, do you have to guard the door the whole day?”
His eyes fume out a yes, no words from him today, (today of all todays, today when I need talking down from the cliffs of all cliffs) today when I have murder on the brain, hers and the one I plan on committing.
“Sorry about this Sam, There's someone out in the world that should be six feet under, just like her. And I'm going to make sure that happens.”
-
Killing the man that killed the one person that made you care (about my own freaking life and respecting the female sex all together) has a certain satisfaction that fixing my baby can't even bring me, but doing it over and over and over again takes it all away.
“You took the cheerbitches powers (Elle's words not mine, okay somewhat mine), son of a bitch!”
(Elle, the one that took my heart out with her crazy little hands, and told me some life lessens 'if he, that bastard, has pom-poms powers, run, run like hell')
But at this very moment I couldn't run, my anger that was filling me up and taking control every single part of me, and it said it was pay back time for both me and her.
“Your going to die a slow death, just like she did.”
I knew that every word that this bastard spoke was the truth because I was there for the whole show but I wasn't there soon enough to save her.
(but I was here early to kill him and his need to dig deep in others brains)
“I could say the very same thing.”
While he was busy ducking Sammy who always showed up in the nick of time, my gun (the one that was built for demons, it seemed to fit him just right) was pointed at the back of his head and didn't even take me a second to pull the trigger.
“That's for Elle, you son of a bitch.”
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