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Becoming the Master

Title: Becoming the Master
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing/Characters: Luke/Sylar
Rating: R for gore
Warnings: Torture, very nasty, graphically described torture.
Word Count: 1,029
Spoilers: Through 3x16 “Building 26”
Disclaimer Heroes belongs to Tim Kring, NBC et al.
Author’s Notes: Written for Fic Challenge #3 on lukexsylar, for the prompt "Fools and thralls talk of good and evil. Their masters think in time and place" from Dragon Outcast by E. E. Knight.
Summary: Luke learns the real meaning of power.

Luke hadn’t realized how fun it was to be on the opposite side of the chair, to be the one calling the shots, asking the questions, making the threats. And Sylar seemed to be enjoying his enjoyment more than enough for both of them.

“Come on man, you can do better than that!” Luke coaxed, a sneering tone to his voice.

The battered and bloody hunter-agent only glared out of puffed and swollen eyes, having learned the futility of lying with Sylar in the room. Now he confined his defiance to looks, having lost the use of his hands after his last bout of lies. Luke wasn’t sure what had scared the agent more, having his fingers swell and burst like overcooked hot dogs, or the unholy joy on Luke’s face while he was doing it.

Or maybe it had been the smile of approval on Sylar’s lips that had scared him so badly.

“The password, man. Password for the computer,” Luke repeated his question slowly and carefully, as if the agent were stupid.

There was a slight jerk of his head, an almost involuntary negation, and Luke looked exasperated.

“No. No.” The tremble in the agent’s voice almost made the negative answer a pleasure to hear. Never had Luke had that kind of power over anyone, and it was heady. Sylar had given him the agent, and the task of extracting the necessary information, as an apology for leaving him behind at the diner. He hadn’t called it an apology, of course, but Luke knew what it was.

He’d almost forgiven him. It was intensely therapeutic to hear the screams of someone who didn’t immediately heal afterwards, to let out every bit of screaming anger and frustration on something. It was almost enough to make him forget the reason they were doing this in the first place.

“Yeah. Because I do your feet next,” Luke said casually. The agent would have paled if his swelling and bruised face could have let him.

“No. They’ll find you. Stop you.”

Luke considered carrying out his threat immediately, and then paused. This was the first time the agent had said anything but an incomprehensible howl of pain in several minutes. Maybe he could keep him talking for a little while…

“Why?” he asked, leaning forward slightly to put his palms on the agent’s knees. The man jerked and nearly passed out from the pain as he attempted to flinch away. Luke sneered in the man’s face, but kept his power in check for the moment.

“You’re dangerous. A threat. They won’t stop until they get you,” the man wheezed. “You’re evil.”

Luke blinked at the agent, taken aback. He’d considered himself a lot of things, and been called plenty more, but “evil” hadn’t ever been one of them.

“Don’t bother labeling us.” Sylar’s deep voice sounded out of a shadowy corner of the room, and the agent refused to look there. Luke glanced over his shoulder, remembering Sylar’s reaction to being called a serial killer, and felt something click into place in his mind.

“I don’t fucking care what you think I am,” Luke said, glaring at the man. All his life he’d been called something, irresponsible, lazy, slacker, trouble-maker, delinquent, monster, and now evil. He preferred what Sylar had called himself when they’d first met, “force of nature.” Not evil or good, just powerful and unstoppable, wherever and whenever he happened to be. Wherever they happened to be.

“Fucking psycho-,” the agent burst out, a wild, hopeless look in his eye. Luke guessed he was trying to make Luke kill him before he gave up the password, and maybe a day or two ago, he would have done it.

But Sylar had come back for him, and given him this task and apology. Luke refused to stop until he had what he wanted. If the agent would have listened to Sylar in the first place, when he’d said he’d let him go if he gave up the password, he might have gotten out of this unscathed. He hadn’t, and now he was Luke’s to dispose of. Luke found he didn’t particularly care about the agent as a person, only what he had in his mind. That’s how Sylar must have felt with his victims.

It was like being an uncaring god.

Luke leaned in a little and slowly let his power out, eyes shining. Just a bit of power, just enough so the agents could smell his own flesh cooking, his bones burning, and finally come to realize he wasn’t going to get the sweet relief of death until he gave up everything he knew.

Sobbing, the man spilled the password, his voice breathless and high as his knees and legs cooked, his blood boiling and skin crisping.

Sylar slowly typed in the password as if he had all the time in the world, and nodded shortly.

“It worked. Good job, Luke.”

Luke didn’t even look at the agent directly as he aimed one hand at his face and let loose at full strength. Sylar’s small smile of approval made him turn to evaluate his own handiwork, watching in a kind of awe as the agent’s eyes burst and melt out of his head, the flesh of his face splitting and oozing, the man’s tongue swelling to unbelievable proportions before the agent’s brain finally was reduced to liquid gelatin leaking out his ears.

“That was awesome,” Luke said, standing up straighter, breathing coming faster as the body sagged in its bonds from the chair.

Sylar only smiled a little, and jerked his head to the door. Now that they had access to the government files and location programs, they wouldn’t have to be bothered by agents again. No distractions. No one yelling that they were evil. Just themselves, all the world, and all the time to see it.

Luke grinned more widely, showing all of his teeth as they piled into the truck and headed down the highway. This was better than a roadtrip, better than being able to use his power.

Sylar had actually been impressed with him. This was being like being the master of the goddamned universe.


( 18 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 19th, 2009 04:11 pm (UTC)
I love this! Love it, love it, love it! Squee! I love gore more than is healthy and this was so skin crawling-ly gruesome (definitely a compliment, btw). I adore psycho sadistic Luke and he really doesn't get written enough.

Not evil or good, just powerful and unstoppable, wherever and wherever he happened to be. Wherever they happened to be.
I really enjoy this attitude from Luke, as I think it's very IC with who he is; same with: Sylar had actually been impressed with him. This was being like being the master of the goddamned universe.

Great fic, great characterisation! <3
Apr. 20th, 2009 02:59 am (UTC)
Yeah, I was talking with brighteyed_jill this morning and described this as a piece of "torture porn." I recall an incident a few years ago when Saw II was coming out on DVD on Valentine's Day. I had some friends over when an ad for it came up on TV, and they were like, "Who the heck would want a movie like that for Valentine's Day?" I raised my hand proudly and said, "I would!" Yes, I'm weird. My husband, who doesn't even like gore, actually got it for me. <3

I'm so glad you liked the characterization! Luke seems like he would go that route, given the right motivation. Sylar is excellent motivation.
Apr. 19th, 2009 08:25 pm (UTC)
Oh yay! God I bet Sylar was creaming after getting him to do that!

Oh Lukey, you don't know what you're getting into
Apr. 20th, 2009 03:00 am (UTC)
Man, if I had decided to go the porn route for this story, then yeah, Sylar is breaking all kinds of laws to get Luke to the nearest motel for a "reward" session. Srsly.

Glad you liked it Takhallus!
Apr. 19th, 2009 09:53 pm (UTC)
Such wonderfully disgusting and vivid descriptions =o I think this caused me to lose my appetite as I was eating lunch. Well done! I just adore Luke when he's being psycho, in check but psychotic none the less. Well done!! =D
Apr. 20th, 2009 03:02 am (UTC)
Hee hee! Glad you liked the descriptions. In between working in the medical field for several years and a great love of horror/slasher films, I do like to bring the gore. And Luke would be a great psycho if Sylar had decided to work with him a bit more instead of abandon him for his lame-o dad. (Lord, I'm championing an underage serial killer. I'm going straight to the special hell.)
Apr. 19th, 2009 10:54 pm (UTC)
WOOOO! *throws hands up in air in happiness* Well done!! I love psycho!cold!smart!Luke! I wonder if anyone else is gonna write for the prompt and also have sadistic!Luke, if no one else turns in a fic you win by default! Also your fic is very awesome, so it would be a good win none the less. Though now i'm wondering what is going through Sylar's head at seeing this transformation in Luke. On the show he only killed once, and even then it was out of instinct or panic, and the only hint we get at his sadistic nature is what he implies. (saying he fucked with people's pacemakers, wanting to charbroil agents, not being afraid of death, etc.) To actually see Luke torture someone might revise someone's opinion of him. ^_^

Sorry for long comment, you got be to thinking! *sheepish*
Apr. 20th, 2009 03:11 am (UTC)
I was just perusing the lukexsylar community and saw this prompt all abandoned and alone. I had to do something with it, and Luke going the route of power, in the way Sylar has shown him, just seemed to be the route to go. The kid wants approval and power, and after cutting all ties with his former life, I think he'd eventually start to go completely to the dark side.

And I do adore long comments Bloody Beary! Never fear!
Apr. 20th, 2009 07:01 am (UTC)
This is ace! I love how evil Luke is, and how he's really taken Syar's lessons to heart. He remembers everything Sylar's taught him, and puts it to good use.

Love your descriptions of the torture--so vivid, and so very Luke too. And this line: He preferred what Sylar had called himself when they’d first met, “force of nature.” Not evil or good, just powerful and unstoppable
Wonderful. A perfect description for the both of them.

The ending was wondrful--Luke, full of euphoria but not because he's killed the agent, but because he's impressed Sylar. He's got the validation he was looking for. Great!
Apr. 20th, 2009 07:40 am (UTC)
Luke, I think, can be a really good student when someone has a lesson he's really interested in learning.

I'm glad you like my gore, and my descriptions of the two. Thanks so much for commenting Carmexgirl!
Apr. 20th, 2009 09:58 am (UTC)
wowzers, this is a totally awesome fic! I love it!
Apr. 20th, 2009 10:26 am (UTC)
I'm so glad you do! :-)
May. 4th, 2009 11:09 am (UTC)
*laughs* each story of yours i read keeps getting better. your characterization of each of them is dead on. I adore Luke's gleeful need for Sylar's attention and approval. And Sylar...it's wonderful how he has barely any dialog or action at all, but somehow lords over the whole scene in that dark, sinister way we all love. ^_^
May. 4th, 2009 02:08 pm (UTC)
Sylar is the Man Behind the Curtain. I'm so glad you liked the story. I hope I can keep writing up to your expectations!
Jun. 25th, 2009 06:30 am (UTC)
He's such an eager puppy.

I should be more disturbed by this ficlet than I am. *shrugs* It's lovely in a scary way.
Jun. 25th, 2009 11:31 am (UTC)
Luke is so eager for approval, he is tapping the deep, dark part of himself... and liking it. I'm glad you liked this scary piece!
Jul. 29th, 2009 06:07 am (UTC)
Oh wow, I loved this. Definitely putting this one in my memories.
Jul. 29th, 2009 04:01 pm (UTC)
I'm pleased you liked it! Thanks for commenting.
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