Prisoner.
”The ability to analyze complex systems and intuitively understand how they work… That’s always been handy for you, hasn’t it Mr.Gray?”
Gabriel groaned softly, trying to raise his head to look at who was speaking to him, however all he could make out was the outline of a man, everything else just being a blur. He tried to move, only to realise that his hands were handcuffed behind him, and though he was sure that it wouldn’t work, he couldn’t help but try to tug at the bonds.
“Where am I?” he asked, his voice hoarse, so hoarse that the words were barely understandable, and he gulped, trying to produce spit to wet his throat properly, but to get that done, he would need water.
The man laughed, and even though he couldn’t see him, Gabriel had an inkling that he was probably rolling his eyes at him in that moment, and that made him hang his head again.
“You’re somewhere where you won’t be able to hurt anyone else, Mr.Gray. Where you won’t be able to do to others what you did to Brian Davis. Oh yes, Mr.Gray, we know exactly what you did to him. We know everything you do,” he said, and Gabriel heard the scraping of a chair, and he assumed that the other must have sat down in front of him or something, because a moment later he felt his breath hot against his face. “And we know about Peter Petrelli.”
Gabriel flinched at the mention of Peter. He could deal with this, being caught by them, but he didn’t want them going after Peter, not at all. Especially not if it was because of him. He didn’t want them using him as bait or anything of the sort. That’s what they did, isn’t it? Normally. He’d seen enough cop shows to know how people like that thought, at least so he thought. He wasn’t of any use to them, he didn’t think so at least, so perhaps they’d use him as bait. Setting him somewhere where Peter could get him, and then they could track them, or, even setting up an exchange. He wouldn’t allow that though. He’d fight against that, tooth and claw.
“Where is Peter, Mr.Gray? I know that he’s been in contact with you over the last week. And you’re his little…boyfriend aren’t you?” the man asked, his tone mocking and condescending, and it made Gabriel try to tug himself free. He even tried to use telekinesis to try to unlock the locks, but he couldn’t even access the ability.
“I don’t know,” he replied, his voice soft and he didn’t raise his head to try to look at the man again, suspecting that whatever they had done to take his abilities away had also taken his vision, perhaps so that he couldn’t see who was doing this to them.
“Ah right, sure you don’t,” the man laughed, and Gabriel guessed that he was probably shaking his head in disbelief.
”We’ve been watching you for a long time Mr.Gray. We know what you’ve done. That you’ve been to see Dr.Suresh. That…he rejected you, said that you weren’t special. And that just drove you insane didn’t it? Because all you’ve ever wanted is to be special. So, you called up a certain Brian Davis, and when he told you that he didn’t want his ability. That he wanted it to go away. You…told him that what? You could fix him? Just like you do watches and clocks?” There was a menacing laugh that followed, as if it all just amused him, like a comedy show on TV.
“We also know that you’ve been thinking about killing yourself. That rope you bought. It’s at your shop isn’t it? All tied up and ready to be used, because you can’t live with the guilt… Do you even ever use the ability Mr.Gray? The ability you killed a man for? Was it worth it?”
“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!” Gabriel finally cried, closing his eyes even tighter than they had been as it all came crashing back to him.
“You hardly use the ability, do you? Because every time you do, all the guilt comes crashing back to you. You see him lying on the floor. Dead because of what you did to him. Do you imagine the blood on your fingers too, Mr.Gray? What it felt like to have your fingers in his brains? Do you miss it? Want to do it again?” he asked, laughing against his ear. “You’re a murderer, Mr.Gray. You deserve to be in here.”
“I…I didn’t mean to,” he said, taking deep breaths as he started to feel the onset of a panic attack on the rise, and he wanted to avoid that. He hadn’t had one of those since he met Peter, not properly at least, and he didn’t want to start having them again now. “I said I was sorry. God…God forgave me. I regret it.”
“Right, God forgave you. We’re not God though, and we don’t forgive you. You’re a murderer, so we can detain you either way…” he said, the words followed by another mocking laugh. “But, what we can do is…make a deal. You give us Petrelli, and we’ll just forget about what you’ve done. You can go back to being just a being a watchmaker.”
“I don’t know where he is!” Gabriel screamed, as much as he could scream at least, his eyes flying open and he glared at the blur. “But even if I did, I wouldn’t sell him out to you!”
There was another laugh that followed that, and then felt a sharp pain in his arm.
“Fine, if you don’t want to help us, we’re not going to beg you to. But mark my words, Mr.Gray, we’re going to find him, and when we do, well, there won’t be anything in it for you. Take him away!”
Before Gabriel could utter another word he heard a door slam, and he was left alone; though only for a moment before he was suddenly extremely tired again, and drifted off into darkness again.
Gabriel groaned softly, trying to raise his head to look at who was speaking to him, however all he could make out was the outline of a man, everything else just being a blur. He tried to move, only to realise that his hands were handcuffed behind him, and though he was sure that it wouldn’t work, he couldn’t help but try to tug at the bonds.
“Where am I?” he asked, his voice hoarse, so hoarse that the words were barely understandable, and he gulped, trying to produce spit to wet his throat properly, but to get that done, he would need water.
The man laughed, and even though he couldn’t see him, Gabriel had an inkling that he was probably rolling his eyes at him in that moment, and that made him hang his head again.
“You’re somewhere where you won’t be able to hurt anyone else, Mr.Gray. Where you won’t be able to do to others what you did to Brian Davis. Oh yes, Mr.Gray, we know exactly what you did to him. We know everything you do,” he said, and Gabriel heard the scraping of a chair, and he assumed that the other must have sat down in front of him or something, because a moment later he felt his breath hot against his face. “And we know about Peter Petrelli.”
Gabriel flinched at the mention of Peter. He could deal with this, being caught by them, but he didn’t want them going after Peter, not at all. Especially not if it was because of him. He didn’t want them using him as bait or anything of the sort. That’s what they did, isn’t it? Normally. He’d seen enough cop shows to know how people like that thought, at least so he thought. He wasn’t of any use to them, he didn’t think so at least, so perhaps they’d use him as bait. Setting him somewhere where Peter could get him, and then they could track them, or, even setting up an exchange. He wouldn’t allow that though. He’d fight against that, tooth and claw.
“Where is Peter, Mr.Gray? I know that he’s been in contact with you over the last week. And you’re his little…boyfriend aren’t you?” the man asked, his tone mocking and condescending, and it made Gabriel try to tug himself free. He even tried to use telekinesis to try to unlock the locks, but he couldn’t even access the ability.
“I don’t know,” he replied, his voice soft and he didn’t raise his head to try to look at the man again, suspecting that whatever they had done to take his abilities away had also taken his vision, perhaps so that he couldn’t see who was doing this to them.
“Ah right, sure you don’t,” the man laughed, and Gabriel guessed that he was probably shaking his head in disbelief.
”We’ve been watching you for a long time Mr.Gray. We know what you’ve done. That you’ve been to see Dr.Suresh. That…he rejected you, said that you weren’t special. And that just drove you insane didn’t it? Because all you’ve ever wanted is to be special. So, you called up a certain Brian Davis, and when he told you that he didn’t want his ability. That he wanted it to go away. You…told him that what? You could fix him? Just like you do watches and clocks?” There was a menacing laugh that followed, as if it all just amused him, like a comedy show on TV.
“We also know that you’ve been thinking about killing yourself. That rope you bought. It’s at your shop isn’t it? All tied up and ready to be used, because you can’t live with the guilt… Do you even ever use the ability Mr.Gray? The ability you killed a man for? Was it worth it?”
“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up!” Gabriel finally cried, closing his eyes even tighter than they had been as it all came crashing back to him.
“You hardly use the ability, do you? Because every time you do, all the guilt comes crashing back to you. You see him lying on the floor. Dead because of what you did to him. Do you imagine the blood on your fingers too, Mr.Gray? What it felt like to have your fingers in his brains? Do you miss it? Want to do it again?” he asked, laughing against his ear. “You’re a murderer, Mr.Gray. You deserve to be in here.”
“I…I didn’t mean to,” he said, taking deep breaths as he started to feel the onset of a panic attack on the rise, and he wanted to avoid that. He hadn’t had one of those since he met Peter, not properly at least, and he didn’t want to start having them again now. “I said I was sorry. God…God forgave me. I regret it.”
“Right, God forgave you. We’re not God though, and we don’t forgive you. You’re a murderer, so we can detain you either way…” he said, the words followed by another mocking laugh. “But, what we can do is…make a deal. You give us Petrelli, and we’ll just forget about what you’ve done. You can go back to being just a being a watchmaker.”
“I don’t know where he is!” Gabriel screamed, as much as he could scream at least, his eyes flying open and he glared at the blur. “But even if I did, I wouldn’t sell him out to you!”
There was another laugh that followed that, and then felt a sharp pain in his arm.
“Fine, if you don’t want to help us, we’re not going to beg you to. But mark my words, Mr.Gray, we’re going to find him, and when we do, well, there won’t be anything in it for you. Take him away!”
Before Gabriel could utter another word he heard a door slam, and he was left alone; though only for a moment before he was suddenly extremely tired again, and drifted off into darkness again.