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Heroes - Insanity - n. Relatively Permanent Disorder of the Mind
Fandom: Heroes
Title: Insanity - n. Relatively Permanent Disorder of the Mind
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Characters: Mohinder Suresh, Niki Sanders, Nathan Petrelli, Future!Hiro Nakamura, Claire Bennett, Matt Parkman, Gabriel "Sylar" Grey (in that order)
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fic_variations Prompt: Sane/Insane
Content Warning: Spoilers for through the end of season 1.
Summary: Seven first person drabbles on the idea of insanity.
Author's Note: Why these came to me in first person, I don't know. But I kinda liked the voices that came with them. Especially Mohinder, he's very eloquent. Anyway--I didn't put the names above the drabbles, I just tried to let their voices discern them, but if it's not clear, let me know and I'll add the names. Thanks to everyone who suggested people to write, especiallymyherodrowning because that really got the muse kicking.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes. They're owned by NBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
One has to question their own sanity when they’ve seen the things that I have. No question that the human species is evolving at rates no one could fathom in the areas of technology and science, but no one ever thought we would actually physically mutate. An entire new door to the future is opening and my generation, with men like the Petrellis are on the cusp of the new frontier, ready to brave whatever it has to offer.
Sadly, however, it can also be said that change breeds insanity as well. Sylar let a quest for power, let his own thirst to be something more than he was, consume him and left a bloody trail in his wake. While the tragedies that have occurred at Sylar’s hands are regrettable, it is better that we’ve dealt with this threat now, rather than made all these advances and have it backfire. Now we can take precautions. Now we can be safe—or at least, safer.
***
Insane? Me? Now what would make you ask something like that?
Joking aside, for all of Jessica’s—antics seems like the wrong word, but I can’t think of any other way to describe it—at least we had a common goal in mind. Protect Micah at all costs. That part of our existence was non-negotiable, never in question. It’s a mother’s job to protect her son, and when the situation arises, that job is carried over to the mother’s psychotic dual personality as well. Well—maybe not completely psychotic. Jessica’s reasoning made sense most of the time, her costs were just a little higher than mine.
And while I knew the methods she used were wrong, when it came down to getting my son back—I really didn’t mind so much.
***
It’s a scary idea that the thoughts that you see with the most clarity are the ones that make you question your sanity.
Standing in Linderman’s gallery, surrounded by picture upon picture of these people—these extraordinary people—all with gifts and talents beyond what man thus far had been able to dream of, you want to be able to see his vision of reality. You want to heal the world the way he does, and he brainwashes you into believing that letting a bomb destroy New York, your home, is the only way.
I let him talk me into his insanity. He offered me the seat on the Senate. He offered me the Oval Office. All I wanted in exchange for letting my brother blow up New York City. And I took it. I took that landslide because in the delusions painted for me, I believed it was the right thing to do.
It was another blinding moment of clarity when I realized that the ability to save the city rested with me, and not with Claire. Peter and I were meant to save the city as brothers. While flying up into the sky with your radioactive brother may seem like insanity, or at least a death wish to most, to me, the option was perfectly clear.
Save the city, and you save the world.
***
Living in a world you thought you’d only see in the movies can be—damaging—but I promise I’m still of sound mind. It’s only my choices that seem to be lacking a bit of sanity. Yet, to m that is still unclear because when one loses something they love, it is expected that they will take any and all measures to try and get that thing back, not matter the accusations placed on their mental status. Whether that loss be the world they once knew or that of a very beloved friend, the choice you have to make is suddenly very clear.
A very popular American saying is that where there’s a will, there’s a way. It doesn’t specify whether or not that possibility has to be in the realm of the plausible mind. Especially in the society we’re living in now, where horrors we never even considered are being enacted in America—the land of the free and the home of the brave.
I’ve been over it all in my head. Every minute that hasn’t been running, I’ve been searching for a way to change the past and fix the future. I finally feel like I’ve found it. Peter Petrelli is my only hope. I’m surprised I didn’t see the answer more clearly before:
Save the cheerleader, save the world.
***
Save the cheerleader, save the world.
When I first heard it, I thought they were crazy. Or that they meant someone else, not me. They couldn’t have meant me. I’m not special or the key to anything, let alone saving the future. I’m just a girl from Odessa, Texas, who happens to be almost completely indestructible.
I’m really nothing special. Promise.
Didn’t stop him from coming after me, though. Sylar, I mean. He wanted to be indestructible like me. I don’t think I knew the real meaning of the word insanity until that night at homecoming. After that, my life became a whirlwind of secrets and more pain. In the end—I guess it was worth it. I was part of something incredible.
I wasn’t just the girl from Odessa, Texas, anymore.
***
They tell you to watch out for the voices in your head. They don’t try and teach how to deal with the voices when they’re the people around you and they are thoughts they haven’t actually said.
First, you think you’re losing your mind. Going schizo or something like that. Then, when you finally realize what’s going on, and that you’re actually hearing people’s thoughts, that’s when you start getting into real trouble. Because that’s when you start hearing things you wish you hadn’t, whether you should have or not. You know things about people that are meant to remain secrets. Complete invasion of privacy if you don’t know how to control it, and I sure as hell didn’t.
Sometimes you’re better off knowing though. And there are some good things along with the bad. Like pulling scared little girls out of holes in walls who are too afraid to scream for help. Stuff like that makes it all worth it at the end of the day.
At least in my book.
***
The brain is like a watch.
It has different parts and pieces that fit together and tick in just the right way. If there's a problem, you open you up and you try and fix it, but it takes delicacy. Incredible delicacy, just like with the brain. In the end, the parts and pieces of the brain fit together like the mechanisms of a watch, and you can't place one piece where the other goes or else it just won't work right. And when one mechanism wears out you replace it with another exactly like it. Or, sometimes you can make it better. Make it special. Customize it to fit your exact needs and specifications. You can do that with a watch--so who's to say you can't do it with a brain?
People called me insane—sick, even. But really, it’s just logic, isn’t it? It makes sense when it comes to watches, why doesn’t it make sense when it comes to people? We are all no better than watches, in the end—if we’re not special, how are we going to be remembered. A watch that’s not special just gets thrown away.
A watch that is gets treasured forever.
Title: Insanity - n. Relatively Permanent Disorder of the Mind
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Characters: Mohinder Suresh, Niki Sanders, Nathan Petrelli, Future!Hiro Nakamura, Claire Bennett, Matt Parkman, Gabriel "Sylar" Grey (in that order)
fic_variations Prompt: Sane/InsaneContent Warning: Spoilers for through the end of season 1.
Summary: Seven first person drabbles on the idea of insanity.
Author's Note: Why these came to me in first person, I don't know. But I kinda liked the voices that came with them. Especially Mohinder, he's very eloquent. Anyway--I didn't put the names above the drabbles, I just tried to let their voices discern them, but if it's not clear, let me know and I'll add the names. Thanks to everyone who suggested people to write, especially
myherodrowning because that really got the muse kicking. Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Heroes. They're owned by NBC. However, any and all original characters are mine, so please do not use them without my permission.
One has to question their own sanity when they’ve seen the things that I have. No question that the human species is evolving at rates no one could fathom in the areas of technology and science, but no one ever thought we would actually physically mutate. An entire new door to the future is opening and my generation, with men like the Petrellis are on the cusp of the new frontier, ready to brave whatever it has to offer.
Sadly, however, it can also be said that change breeds insanity as well. Sylar let a quest for power, let his own thirst to be something more than he was, consume him and left a bloody trail in his wake. While the tragedies that have occurred at Sylar’s hands are regrettable, it is better that we’ve dealt with this threat now, rather than made all these advances and have it backfire. Now we can take precautions. Now we can be safe—or at least, safer.
***
Insane? Me? Now what would make you ask something like that?
Joking aside, for all of Jessica’s—antics seems like the wrong word, but I can’t think of any other way to describe it—at least we had a common goal in mind. Protect Micah at all costs. That part of our existence was non-negotiable, never in question. It’s a mother’s job to protect her son, and when the situation arises, that job is carried over to the mother’s psychotic dual personality as well. Well—maybe not completely psychotic. Jessica’s reasoning made sense most of the time, her costs were just a little higher than mine.
And while I knew the methods she used were wrong, when it came down to getting my son back—I really didn’t mind so much.
***
It’s a scary idea that the thoughts that you see with the most clarity are the ones that make you question your sanity.
Standing in Linderman’s gallery, surrounded by picture upon picture of these people—these extraordinary people—all with gifts and talents beyond what man thus far had been able to dream of, you want to be able to see his vision of reality. You want to heal the world the way he does, and he brainwashes you into believing that letting a bomb destroy New York, your home, is the only way.
I let him talk me into his insanity. He offered me the seat on the Senate. He offered me the Oval Office. All I wanted in exchange for letting my brother blow up New York City. And I took it. I took that landslide because in the delusions painted for me, I believed it was the right thing to do.
It was another blinding moment of clarity when I realized that the ability to save the city rested with me, and not with Claire. Peter and I were meant to save the city as brothers. While flying up into the sky with your radioactive brother may seem like insanity, or at least a death wish to most, to me, the option was perfectly clear.
Save the city, and you save the world.
***
Living in a world you thought you’d only see in the movies can be—damaging—but I promise I’m still of sound mind. It’s only my choices that seem to be lacking a bit of sanity. Yet, to m that is still unclear because when one loses something they love, it is expected that they will take any and all measures to try and get that thing back, not matter the accusations placed on their mental status. Whether that loss be the world they once knew or that of a very beloved friend, the choice you have to make is suddenly very clear.
A very popular American saying is that where there’s a will, there’s a way. It doesn’t specify whether or not that possibility has to be in the realm of the plausible mind. Especially in the society we’re living in now, where horrors we never even considered are being enacted in America—the land of the free and the home of the brave.
I’ve been over it all in my head. Every minute that hasn’t been running, I’ve been searching for a way to change the past and fix the future. I finally feel like I’ve found it. Peter Petrelli is my only hope. I’m surprised I didn’t see the answer more clearly before:
Save the cheerleader, save the world.
***
Save the cheerleader, save the world.
When I first heard it, I thought they were crazy. Or that they meant someone else, not me. They couldn’t have meant me. I’m not special or the key to anything, let alone saving the future. I’m just a girl from Odessa, Texas, who happens to be almost completely indestructible.
I’m really nothing special. Promise.
Didn’t stop him from coming after me, though. Sylar, I mean. He wanted to be indestructible like me. I don’t think I knew the real meaning of the word insanity until that night at homecoming. After that, my life became a whirlwind of secrets and more pain. In the end—I guess it was worth it. I was part of something incredible.
I wasn’t just the girl from Odessa, Texas, anymore.
***
They tell you to watch out for the voices in your head. They don’t try and teach how to deal with the voices when they’re the people around you and they are thoughts they haven’t actually said.
First, you think you’re losing your mind. Going schizo or something like that. Then, when you finally realize what’s going on, and that you’re actually hearing people’s thoughts, that’s when you start getting into real trouble. Because that’s when you start hearing things you wish you hadn’t, whether you should have or not. You know things about people that are meant to remain secrets. Complete invasion of privacy if you don’t know how to control it, and I sure as hell didn’t.
Sometimes you’re better off knowing though. And there are some good things along with the bad. Like pulling scared little girls out of holes in walls who are too afraid to scream for help. Stuff like that makes it all worth it at the end of the day.
At least in my book.
***
The brain is like a watch.
It has different parts and pieces that fit together and tick in just the right way. If there's a problem, you open you up and you try and fix it, but it takes delicacy. Incredible delicacy, just like with the brain. In the end, the parts and pieces of the brain fit together like the mechanisms of a watch, and you can't place one piece where the other goes or else it just won't work right. And when one mechanism wears out you replace it with another exactly like it. Or, sometimes you can make it better. Make it special. Customize it to fit your exact needs and specifications. You can do that with a watch--so who's to say you can't do it with a brain?
People called me insane—sick, even. But really, it’s just logic, isn’t it? It makes sense when it comes to watches, why doesn’t it make sense when it comes to people? We are all no better than watches, in the end—if we’re not special, how are we going to be remembered. A watch that’s not special just gets thrown away.
A watch that is gets treasured forever.