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Heroes | Gabriel
PG13 | 739 words
It shouldn’t have been this easy.
At least that’s what he told himself as he stared down at the pool of blood collecting at his feet. He repeated the phrase, some part of him wishing the thought alone would undo what he had just done. Each reiteration causing his heart to pound violently in his chest, the words doing nothing for the situation as the limp body refused to wake.
”He came to you.”
Gabriel threw a hand up to his head, hearing the soft whisper in his mind. He recognized the voice; it had always been there, silently pacing from synapse to synapse.
”He didn’t deserve his gift,” the voice hissed, “it belongs to you.”
The crystal paperweight fell to the ground, making a harsh crash against the wooden floor as he reached for his glasses. His hands trembled as he brought them up to his face, the multiple attachments sticking out from the frames like a mosaic of magnifying shields.
Brian Davis was broken; there was no getting past that. From the moment he had stepped into the watch shop, Gabriel had felt the ping in the core of his gut, immediately followed by the ticking that reverberated in his ears.
He seemed so frightened by his ability and Gabriel wanted nothing more than to scream for him to shut up. He couldn’t comprehend how anyone blessed with such a special gift could just beg to be rid of it. Because that’s what he did, he begged him to take it.
Gabriel didn’t realize how literal he had taken his statement until the jagged rock formation had connected with the back of Davis’ skull. The man crumpled forward, his body lying rigid against the cold floor as Gabriel swallowed hard, his opposite hand gripping the textbook on evolution.
”He was just going to let it rot in his mind.”
He fell to his knees, the cold chill of blood soaking through the fabric of his pants as he gripped the deadly weapon in his hand. His moral stance had completely blown into the wind, carried off with the sweet innocence he held for 27 years as he brought the crystal down for a second blow.
It was all so clear; the pieces fit together so seamlessly in the brain. All it took was a steady hand and an open mind to figure out the true nature of it. And he did.
But he had let his mind become too open; the faint growling voice that nestled in the back of his head growing to a snarl. Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the voice back into the deep recesses of his mind but it lingered, becoming louder with each futile attempt to rid it from his brain.
The pungent sting of blood reached his nostrils and he was jolted back to reality, the smell wafting to the back of his throat as it overtook his senses. Bile began to rise up his esophagus, his muscles working frantically to keep it down as it lost the battle, his head turning to the side as he emptied the contents of his stomach on the floorboards. The voice laughed as it spat the words echoing inside his head.
”You’re weak.”
His fingers dipped into the pool of blood as his chest heaved, the action doing nothing but causing sharp pains in the pit of his stomach. He had let the voice consume the thoughts in his mind, its demands steadily increasing as he was seduced by the realism. He had the power; he knew how to use it. In his hands it would be worthy, not some disease tossed aside to live through the trivialities of modern life. He wanted to be complete.
”You’re not complete without me.”
The voice lingered, the tension building as Gabriel pulled the glasses from his face. He folded them neatly, placing them on the ground as he flicked his blood stained fingers outwards. They trembled, his dark eyes watching on in amazement as the spectacles hovered above the ground slightly. He narrowed his eyes, slamming his palms against the floor as the waves of concentration tossed the glasses across the room.
A sigh of relief and confidence filtered from his lips as he sat back on his heels. He smiled, drifting his gaze between his open palms and the unworthy host in front of him.
It shouldn’t have been this easy.
But it was.
Heroes | Gabriel
PG13 | 739 words
It shouldn’t have been this easy.
At least that’s what he told himself as he stared down at the pool of blood collecting at his feet. He repeated the phrase, some part of him wishing the thought alone would undo what he had just done. Each reiteration causing his heart to pound violently in his chest, the words doing nothing for the situation as the limp body refused to wake.
”He came to you.”
Gabriel threw a hand up to his head, hearing the soft whisper in his mind. He recognized the voice; it had always been there, silently pacing from synapse to synapse.
”He didn’t deserve his gift,” the voice hissed, “it belongs to you.”
The crystal paperweight fell to the ground, making a harsh crash against the wooden floor as he reached for his glasses. His hands trembled as he brought them up to his face, the multiple attachments sticking out from the frames like a mosaic of magnifying shields.
Brian Davis was broken; there was no getting past that. From the moment he had stepped into the watch shop, Gabriel had felt the ping in the core of his gut, immediately followed by the ticking that reverberated in his ears.
He seemed so frightened by his ability and Gabriel wanted nothing more than to scream for him to shut up. He couldn’t comprehend how anyone blessed with such a special gift could just beg to be rid of it. Because that’s what he did, he begged him to take it.
Gabriel didn’t realize how literal he had taken his statement until the jagged rock formation had connected with the back of Davis’ skull. The man crumpled forward, his body lying rigid against the cold floor as Gabriel swallowed hard, his opposite hand gripping the textbook on evolution.
”He was just going to let it rot in his mind.”
He fell to his knees, the cold chill of blood soaking through the fabric of his pants as he gripped the deadly weapon in his hand. His moral stance had completely blown into the wind, carried off with the sweet innocence he held for 27 years as he brought the crystal down for a second blow.
It was all so clear; the pieces fit together so seamlessly in the brain. All it took was a steady hand and an open mind to figure out the true nature of it. And he did.
But he had let his mind become too open; the faint growling voice that nestled in the back of his head growing to a snarl. Gabriel squeezed his eyes shut, pushing the voice back into the deep recesses of his mind but it lingered, becoming louder with each futile attempt to rid it from his brain.
The pungent sting of blood reached his nostrils and he was jolted back to reality, the smell wafting to the back of his throat as it overtook his senses. Bile began to rise up his esophagus, his muscles working frantically to keep it down as it lost the battle, his head turning to the side as he emptied the contents of his stomach on the floorboards. The voice laughed as it spat the words echoing inside his head.
”You’re weak.”
His fingers dipped into the pool of blood as his chest heaved, the action doing nothing but causing sharp pains in the pit of his stomach. He had let the voice consume the thoughts in his mind, its demands steadily increasing as he was seduced by the realism. He had the power; he knew how to use it. In his hands it would be worthy, not some disease tossed aside to live through the trivialities of modern life. He wanted to be complete.
”You’re not complete without me.”
The voice lingered, the tension building as Gabriel pulled the glasses from his face. He folded them neatly, placing them on the ground as he flicked his blood stained fingers outwards. They trembled, his dark eyes watching on in amazement as the spectacles hovered above the ground slightly. He narrowed his eyes, slamming his palms against the floor as the waves of concentration tossed the glasses across the room.
A sigh of relief and confidence filtered from his lips as he sat back on his heels. He smiled, drifting his gaze between his open palms and the unworthy host in front of him.
It shouldn’t have been this easy.
But it was.