Sepultador
Title: Sepultador
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel, Maya
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Word count: 702
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: AU, set after s2. She draws a box around his body.
Note: un_love_you #16 I want to break you
"Why are you doing this?"
He had been asking this question ever since he had woke up, blindfolded and bound. But he receives no answer until the vehicle he's in stops and he's tugged outside, the night wind cold and the sound of it blowing through the trees loud and eerie. The blindfold is removed and Gabriel blinks against the headlamps, focusing on his captor. From the feel of this person's hands he knew it would be a woman and had racked his mind to think of any girl he knew that would do this to him. Numerous slights and hurt feelings had surfaced but none inflicted towards them, all his. He had done nothing.
The woman before him is young, maybe two, three years his senior. Latina. He does not recognise her and she was not someone he would forget. Full lips are sealed tight as she stares into his eyes and though he can not understand why it's clear that she hates him, the loathing in her black eyes searing. The fear he had been trying to store away, deal with in small measures flood him and he feels his courage crumble.
"Don't move." She has a gun in her hand and she points it at him as she moves around the truck, removing something from the back. She has a strong, rolling accent, one he can't place. Returning she digs a shovel into the earth and stares down. They're in a secluded spot, surrounded by trees. He thinks he can hear the sound of waves lapping in the distance. He does not know where he is.
"Please, I - I don't know why you're doing this." She cuts him an angry look, sniffing in contempt before she violently tugs the restraints from his wrists.
"Sometimes there is no reason, no justification for these things. Sometimes people just want to make others suffer. But you know that." She lets go of his wrists and he stares at her open mouthed, head shaking back and forth.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Look, you seem to think I've done something to you but - but I haven't. You - you're mistaken. Please just let me go, I won't tell anyone, I promise." Maybe if he rushed her, knocked her out. She was so close and he was so much bigger then she was.
Her lips grow even thinner and she flicks the gun at the ground. "Lie down."
"Wh - what?"
"I said lie down." She pushes the gun against his chest and he falls to his knees with a frightened gasp. Shaking and never taking his eyes from the gun he lies down in the dirt. Satisfied she moves off into the trees and he thinks about making a run for it but visions of being shot in the back keep him down. His limbs felt petrified. Something snaps loudly and she comes back, a branch in one hand.
"What are you doing?" He asks a she drags a line in the dirt along the side of his body, along his feet, up the other side and then above his head. A rectangle. She stands back, throwing the branch away, ordering him to stand up. Surprisingly he jumps to his feet, adrenaline now pumping through his veins. He stays where he is as she picks up the shovel and hands it to him. He doesn't take it but stares at it in horror and then back at her. "Oh my god - oh fuck. Please?"
She remains mutely hostile, pushing the shovel into his limp hands. "Get digging. If you don't I'll shoot you where you stand." She jerks towards his feet and then moves to lean against the car, the two beams of light framing her and the dull gun in her hands.
Gabriel trembles so hard the shovel bangs into his shin and he looks down with a wince, biting back tears. If this was a nightmare he would have woken. He gives her a gaze full of pleading tears but she turns her face away, the gun swinging in her hand and he looks down at the dirt and with a chocked noise begins to dig his own grave.
Characters/Pairing: Gabriel, Maya
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: R
Word count: 702
Disclaimer: Do not own.
Summery: AU, set after s2. She draws a box around his body.
Note: un_love_you #16 I want to break you
"Why are you doing this?"
He had been asking this question ever since he had woke up, blindfolded and bound. But he receives no answer until the vehicle he's in stops and he's tugged outside, the night wind cold and the sound of it blowing through the trees loud and eerie. The blindfold is removed and Gabriel blinks against the headlamps, focusing on his captor. From the feel of this person's hands he knew it would be a woman and had racked his mind to think of any girl he knew that would do this to him. Numerous slights and hurt feelings had surfaced but none inflicted towards them, all his. He had done nothing.
The woman before him is young, maybe two, three years his senior. Latina. He does not recognise her and she was not someone he would forget. Full lips are sealed tight as she stares into his eyes and though he can not understand why it's clear that she hates him, the loathing in her black eyes searing. The fear he had been trying to store away, deal with in small measures flood him and he feels his courage crumble.
"Don't move." She has a gun in her hand and she points it at him as she moves around the truck, removing something from the back. She has a strong, rolling accent, one he can't place. Returning she digs a shovel into the earth and stares down. They're in a secluded spot, surrounded by trees. He thinks he can hear the sound of waves lapping in the distance. He does not know where he is.
"Please, I - I don't know why you're doing this." She cuts him an angry look, sniffing in contempt before she violently tugs the restraints from his wrists.
"Sometimes there is no reason, no justification for these things. Sometimes people just want to make others suffer. But you know that." She lets go of his wrists and he stares at her open mouthed, head shaking back and forth.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Look, you seem to think I've done something to you but - but I haven't. You - you're mistaken. Please just let me go, I won't tell anyone, I promise." Maybe if he rushed her, knocked her out. She was so close and he was so much bigger then she was.
Her lips grow even thinner and she flicks the gun at the ground. "Lie down."
"Wh - what?"
"I said lie down." She pushes the gun against his chest and he falls to his knees with a frightened gasp. Shaking and never taking his eyes from the gun he lies down in the dirt. Satisfied she moves off into the trees and he thinks about making a run for it but visions of being shot in the back keep him down. His limbs felt petrified. Something snaps loudly and she comes back, a branch in one hand.
"What are you doing?" He asks a she drags a line in the dirt along the side of his body, along his feet, up the other side and then above his head. A rectangle. She stands back, throwing the branch away, ordering him to stand up. Surprisingly he jumps to his feet, adrenaline now pumping through his veins. He stays where he is as she picks up the shovel and hands it to him. He doesn't take it but stares at it in horror and then back at her. "Oh my god - oh fuck. Please?"
She remains mutely hostile, pushing the shovel into his limp hands. "Get digging. If you don't I'll shoot you where you stand." She jerks towards his feet and then moves to lean against the car, the two beams of light framing her and the dull gun in her hands.
Gabriel trembles so hard the shovel bangs into his shin and he looks down with a wince, biting back tears. If this was a nightmare he would have woken. He gives her a gaze full of pleading tears but she turns her face away, the gun swinging in her hand and he looks down at the dirt and with a chocked noise begins to dig his own grave.