Niagra Falls skit Heroes styleBased off a sketch the Three Stooges do in one of their episodes! <3
Matt: (bumps into Sylar) Sorry, pal!
Sylar: Pal....its been a while since Ive been called pal.
Matt: (recognizes him as Sylar) Wait! Arent you that serial killer? (backs away)
Sylar: I havent always been a serial killer.....I was normal once, just like you. Would you like to hear my story?
Matt: Not re
Sylar: Many years ago I went by the name of...Gabriel. I had a family--a mother, a father. I even had a stuffed animal. Mr. BunBun. I loved that stuffed animal. One day, I lost it. I lost Mr. BunBun, never to see him again.
Matt: Wait--was it pink?
Matt: Was it fluffy?
Matt: Did it have chew marks around the edges of the ears because you used to gnaw it whilst asleep?
Sylar: Yes yes!! Do you have him?!
Matt: Nope was just an educated guess.
Sylar: Oh. Anyway...after losing Mr. BunBun I lost myself. To hear my own name drove me insane. To me, Ga
Knowledge Chapter One"Any last words?"
She keeps staring at me, that....that awestruck look in her eyes. Whats this girls problem?
You know I dont have any powers, right?
God, that arrogance!
You know who I am. You know where I am. Do you honestly think Id let you leave alive? Youre disposable to me.
She smilessmiles!and says, If you really thought that Id be already dead.
My turn to be sarcastic. Oh, really? Because I was under the impression that I was being humane, giving you some last wishes.
Somethinga memory, perhaps?flashed across her eyes. Nonetheless she remained looking content where she was, tied to a chair in my apartment.
Sylar! That startles her a bit.
Sylar. I can help you.
I feel my eyebrow raise but suppress it. Too human. You have no powers; you already pointed that out to me. What use would you be to me?
All That You LoveI remember the day my sister died.
She had always had trouble keeping a steady job; eventually she turned to prostitution to support her family. As a sea-faring man, I only visited her a couple of times a year. But it made her happy that I was able to distract Ragetti from her troubles and keep him company when she was "working". I should have known something was terribly wrong with my sister when she started to pale and cough. "I spend too much time in the shadows and inside, Pintel," she used to joke, "No sunlight gets to this skin, that's why I'm pale!" Her excuse for the cough was always, "Some dust flew down my throat." She was so adamant that eventually I gave up on nagging her about her health. We rarely talked otherwise; Ragetti was so desperate for attention as a child. He loved my stories.
I had been telling Ragetti the legend of the cursed gold of Cortez when she fainted. Nothing like this had ever happened around me so I had no clue what to do! I moved her to the couch, pla
My CalculationsShe leaves, her eyes never leaving mine until she's out the door. I keep my cool demeanor, but quickly walk to the office down the hall. Mercer's office.
"I want her followed."
Mercer looks up, confused.
"Elizabeth Swann. She's taken the Letters and left to find her betrothed. I presume she'll be sailing to Tortuga."
Mercer smiles, and I fight back a grimace. Eight years, and I still cannot stand the sight his scars. Normally, I try my best not to look him in the eye, but the lighting of this room and the intimacy of this meeting renders me helpless.
Mercer smiles, says "If she just left, why don't we pay her a little visit at the dock?", and pulls out his newly sharpened knife.
"Because she'll lead us to Sparrow."
My wisdom gets the better of Mercer and seeing no further argument, he puts the knife back and stands. "Assemble a crew and leave with the first tide tomorrow morning. Be discreet, but keep a close eye on her. Report immdiately back to me your findings."
A Touch of DestinyWell, it looks like I'm destined to hang after all.
The cursed treasure of Cortez, the heart of Davy Jones, the Fountain of Youth-- all so close, yet so far. I would do anything to have immortality, but the Powers That Be apparently don't want me to. Eh, I suppose it's just another obstacle to eventually overcome.
...Tia Dalma once told me only certain souls are destined to live forever.
How I wish we could choose our souls.