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Gabriel was tired. So tired of waking up chained to a chair, or like this time when he was again on a cold floor. He just wanted it to end. Especially now if Peter was in the same situation that he was, and it was all his fault. How was he supposed to live with the fact that he was responsible for the other getting captured? It made him wish he could go back in time and never engage in the relationship with Peter, because if he hadn’t, he would be safe now, right? Of course, if he hadn’t, he wouldn’t care now whether he was caught or not, but the thought was at least meant well.
It pained him to imagine that the man he cared so deep for was in the same situation that he was. Drugged and knocked out the way he had been, going through the same torment that he was. Of course, he assumed that it was being given in a different way, but they seemed to know just what would drive each captive crazy, and that had to be their goal. To make them lose their mind, and make them more manageable. Those who had abilities that could cause damage, after all, it would be better if they were crazy. Easier to lock them up and whatnot. And he was starting to lose it, even if he hadn’t been in there all that long. But then again, he had already begun to lose his mind far before they took him in.
He was trying to put it off, showing them that he was awake, because maybe then he wouldn’t have to do what he was sure he was in the room to do. Take another life or snap again, it didn’t matter, it was hard on him no matter what. But what made it worse, was that he was starting to not care, whether he did it or not. Peter had been his beacon of hope in the dark. The other had said after all that he was going to stop him from becoming Sylar, but who was going to stop him now? There wasn’t anyone that could. He had yet to see any future of himself where he hadn’t become that, but perhaps it was meant to be. That there was no matter what path he went down he was bound to become what he didn’t want to, and no matter what path he took, he would somehow end up people that he cared about.
It wasn’t until he heard a cough that he opened his eyes and looked over at who was to be his next victim, though when he looked over at the other side of the room he was shocked to see Peter there, sitting in a corner with his knees pulled up against his chest. What shocked him even more was that he wasn’t chained down or anything the way Monica had been. Hope started to rise within him again as he scrambled to his feet, wanting to just hold Peter again. Hug him, smell him, and just have his touch again.
“Don’t come near me!” Peter hissed suddenly, making Gabriel stop dead in his tracks half way across the room, his jaw dropping open. Peter was…he was mad at him. He definitely hadn’t been expecting that, and this…this was far worse than anything else that they had done.
“W-what?” he stammered, hoping that he had misheard him, praying that he had misheard him somehow.
”I said don’t come near me!” he snarled back, and Gabriel saw that he was shaking with what he assumed had to be anger. “I don’t want anything to do with you. It’s your fault. I…I shouldn’t have come here for you!”
“I…you…” Gabriel started, his breath quickly starting to become shallow and rapid. No…no this couldn’t be happening. Peter couldn’t…he wouldn’t say something like that, would he? “I didn’t want you to save me. No. You…you shouldn’t have…”
“No, I shouldn’t have. You’re nothing but a murderer Gabriel. I thought I cared for you, I thought that you were…I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. Oh wait, I thought I did, I saw you as a charity case,” Peter replied dryly, and each word was another stab into his heart. Of course he should have realised that Peter would never say things like that, that he wouldn’t be that cruel, but after what Danko had been saying, it immediately got to him.
“P-Peter, you know…I told you. You know that I couldn’t control that, it was an accident. Well, not an accident, but that I didn’t mean it. He was broken, he needed to be fixed. He asked to be fixed. I was the only one that could fix him!” he cried, his voice growing desperate as frustration grew inside him. “He didn’t want his ability, Peter. He wanted it to go away. Me…I was the only one that could take it away, I was the only one that could help him… And, I asked for forgiveness. You know that.”
“Don’t lie to me Gabriel! No one kills because they have to. They kill because they want to. You wanted his ability, and you killed him. God doesn’t forgive murder, Gabriel, no matter what you might want to believe. It just doesn’t work like that,” Peter said coldly, and Gabriel whimpered, his knees turning to jelly and he sank down on the floor, his breaths growing even shorter as he tried to suppress the impending panic attack, as well as the tears of frustration that were threatening to be shed.
“You want my ability too, don’t you?” he asked, staring at him, his eyes colder than he’d ever seen them before, and he shook his head quickly.
“What? No, no Peter, I…I don’t. I wouldn’t hurt you. You should know that by now. I…I hear the ticking. It’s always there, no matter what, but Peter, I wouldn’t hurt you. I wouldn’t do anything to you. I…I love you!” he exclaimed, and he meant it. Perhaps it was the fact that they connected on so many levels that made the words slip out. Perhaps it was the fact that Peter had understood him and what he was going through from the beginning. He had thought that he was special just the way he was, and no one had felt that way before when it came to him.
“You think that I’m going to take your word for that Gabriel?” Peter asked, standing up and going over to loom over him, and despite part of him wanting to try to pull him down to hug him, show him that he still cared, show him what he had been missing, he just cowered in his presence. He hadn’t seen Peter angry before, not really, and this wasn’t how he had wanted to see it either. He hadn’t wanted to see it at all really, but he took a chance to look up at the other, a soft whimper slipping from his lips. “I’m not, I don’t believe you. I don’t trust you. And I sure as hell don’t love you.”
“B-but you…”
“I don’t love you, and I regret bothering to come and try to save you. It was all just one mistake. Everything was a mistake.”
And for the first time, Gabriel passed out without the help of drugs or an electrical surge running through him. It was just too much for him to process, and his brain shut down, making him collapse completely.
“Good job, Mr.Piper,” came Danko’s voice from the speakers. “You just made sure that your daughter has a free pass.”
It pained him to imagine that the man he cared so deep for was in the same situation that he was. Drugged and knocked out the way he had been, going through the same torment that he was. Of course, he assumed that it was being given in a different way, but they seemed to know just what would drive each captive crazy, and that had to be their goal. To make them lose their mind, and make them more manageable. Those who had abilities that could cause damage, after all, it would be better if they were crazy. Easier to lock them up and whatnot. And he was starting to lose it, even if he hadn’t been in there all that long. But then again, he had already begun to lose his mind far before they took him in.
He was trying to put it off, showing them that he was awake, because maybe then he wouldn’t have to do what he was sure he was in the room to do. Take another life or snap again, it didn’t matter, it was hard on him no matter what. But what made it worse, was that he was starting to not care, whether he did it or not. Peter had been his beacon of hope in the dark. The other had said after all that he was going to stop him from becoming Sylar, but who was going to stop him now? There wasn’t anyone that could. He had yet to see any future of himself where he hadn’t become that, but perhaps it was meant to be. That there was no matter what path he went down he was bound to become what he didn’t want to, and no matter what path he took, he would somehow end up people that he cared about.
It wasn’t until he heard a cough that he opened his eyes and looked over at who was to be his next victim, though when he looked over at the other side of the room he was shocked to see Peter there, sitting in a corner with his knees pulled up against his chest. What shocked him even more was that he wasn’t chained down or anything the way Monica had been. Hope started to rise within him again as he scrambled to his feet, wanting to just hold Peter again. Hug him, smell him, and just have his touch again.
“Don’t come near me!” Peter hissed suddenly, making Gabriel stop dead in his tracks half way across the room, his jaw dropping open. Peter was…he was mad at him. He definitely hadn’t been expecting that, and this…this was far worse than anything else that they had done.
“W-what?” he stammered, hoping that he had misheard him, praying that he had misheard him somehow.
”I said don’t come near me!” he snarled back, and Gabriel saw that he was shaking with what he assumed had to be anger. “I don’t want anything to do with you. It’s your fault. I…I shouldn’t have come here for you!”
“I…you…” Gabriel started, his breath quickly starting to become shallow and rapid. No…no this couldn’t be happening. Peter couldn’t…he wouldn’t say something like that, would he? “I didn’t want you to save me. No. You…you shouldn’t have…”
“No, I shouldn’t have. You’re nothing but a murderer Gabriel. I thought I cared for you, I thought that you were…I don’t know what the hell I was thinking. Oh wait, I thought I did, I saw you as a charity case,” Peter replied dryly, and each word was another stab into his heart. Of course he should have realised that Peter would never say things like that, that he wouldn’t be that cruel, but after what Danko had been saying, it immediately got to him.
“P-Peter, you know…I told you. You know that I couldn’t control that, it was an accident. Well, not an accident, but that I didn’t mean it. He was broken, he needed to be fixed. He asked to be fixed. I was the only one that could fix him!” he cried, his voice growing desperate as frustration grew inside him. “He didn’t want his ability, Peter. He wanted it to go away. Me…I was the only one that could take it away, I was the only one that could help him… And, I asked for forgiveness. You know that.”
“Don’t lie to me Gabriel! No one kills because they have to. They kill because they want to. You wanted his ability, and you killed him. God doesn’t forgive murder, Gabriel, no matter what you might want to believe. It just doesn’t work like that,” Peter said coldly, and Gabriel whimpered, his knees turning to jelly and he sank down on the floor, his breaths growing even shorter as he tried to suppress the impending panic attack, as well as the tears of frustration that were threatening to be shed.
“You want my ability too, don’t you?” he asked, staring at him, his eyes colder than he’d ever seen them before, and he shook his head quickly.
“What? No, no Peter, I…I don’t. I wouldn’t hurt you. You should know that by now. I…I hear the ticking. It’s always there, no matter what, but Peter, I wouldn’t hurt you. I wouldn’t do anything to you. I…I love you!” he exclaimed, and he meant it. Perhaps it was the fact that they connected on so many levels that made the words slip out. Perhaps it was the fact that Peter had understood him and what he was going through from the beginning. He had thought that he was special just the way he was, and no one had felt that way before when it came to him.
“You think that I’m going to take your word for that Gabriel?” Peter asked, standing up and going over to loom over him, and despite part of him wanting to try to pull him down to hug him, show him that he still cared, show him what he had been missing, he just cowered in his presence. He hadn’t seen Peter angry before, not really, and this wasn’t how he had wanted to see it either. He hadn’t wanted to see it at all really, but he took a chance to look up at the other, a soft whimper slipping from his lips. “I’m not, I don’t believe you. I don’t trust you. And I sure as hell don’t love you.”
“B-but you…”
“I don’t love you, and I regret bothering to come and try to save you. It was all just one mistake. Everything was a mistake.”
And for the first time, Gabriel passed out without the help of drugs or an electrical surge running through him. It was just too much for him to process, and his brain shut down, making him collapse completely.
“Good job, Mr.Piper,” came Danko’s voice from the speakers. “You just made sure that your daughter has a free pass.”