Yours Alone 02
Title: Yours Alone
Arthur took Gabriel to where he was supposed to be, section B. When Gabriel saved Peter from his fall by slowing him down with telekinetic, Arthur knew that Gabriel was actually an extremely kind-hearted fellow. He’d barely known Peter as his brother by days, but his urges to protect him equaled Nathan’s. Arthur had heard of their history, naturally. At Kirby Plaza both of them faced off, trying to kill each other as Peter struggled with his unstable nuclear ability. Weeks before Gabriel also successfully killed Peter, stabbing the back of his head with a glass shard. Before he came to Pinehearts, through his wife he could see that Peter actually beat and sedated him, left him at a locked room in Primatech. Peter himself was still wary about Gabriel, but he came back for him. Arthur was pretty sure Peter would understand why he didn’t die falling from the seventh floor without his power.
When he had made this decision to train Gabriel into using his hidden ability of emphatic mimicry, he had one person in mind - Elle Bishop. The electric-powered young woman had highly unstable power and emotion. It became worse when Gabriel, as Sylar, killed her father and took his power. She snapped and since then had enough trouble to turn off her electric power. Arthur had her locked at section B of Pinehearst facilities. He really doubted that she would get better anytime soon. In his theory, if Gabriel managed to sympathize with her pain, then he would be able to access Elle’s electric power and thus gained complete control over emphatic mimicry. Gabriel could become more powerful and be one of the Petrellis’ main pillars for the war to come. If he didn’t and Elle got killed in the process, Gabriel would still have one more power. It was a win-win solution for all he cares.
“Here.” He stopped in front of a locked door. Gabriel peered over the glass at the door; he could see almost nothing for the room was completely dark, but familiar occasional burst of blue energy gave him the idea. He looked at Arthur expectantly. His father gave him a reassuring pat on his shoulder, before went back to his office. Gabriel reluctantly pushed the door open. His fight with Mohinder had made him mentally exhausted, and he needed nothing more than a good sleep right now, or a good challenge for that matter. He didn’t care which.
His eyes tried hard to adjust themselves with the darkness, but he knew where Elle was thanks to her burst of electricity. The young woman sat up, trying to recognize his visitors. When she saw his face, she immediately straightened up.
“You!” she hissed hatefully as fully-charged electricity hit Gabriel square on his chest. Gabriel screamed as the electricity somehow managed to burn his jacket. He quickly took it off, all the time groaned in pain as his wound started to heal. Elle hit him once more, this time with greater power and made him collapsed on the ground. Gabriel stood up with difficulty; electricity raging around his body, preventing him from thinking straight. It was then Gabriel decided he’d had enough.
He summoned frost around him, telekinetically hovering on the air several small blades of ice. Gabriel calculated things quickly as Elle prepared for another attack carefully, obviously sensing the challenge from the man. Not wanting to waste time in this cramped, dark place, Gabriel sent bits of frost in the form of raging snowstorm around Elle, drenching her clothes and hair. He glanced at his still burning jacket and used his telekinetic to throw it over to Elle. She screeched and madly tried to shake off the jacket from her. The jacket fell from her harmlessly, but it didn’t matter as Gabriel had seen the desired effect: Elle’s hair and body was now practically wet from melted snow. She cursed as she realized his intention, right now it wouldn’t be possible for her to attack him without hurting herself.
“I hate you, Sylar!” she screamed at him. Gabriel shrugged animatedly as he rolled his eyes.
“Can’t say the same though. I simply harbor no feeling towards you.” He explained as he forced her to lay down on the ground with his telekinetic. Not quite satisfied with that, he made ice appeared in tight clasp around her body. She groaned as Gabriel stepped closer, his eyes examining her forehead curiously. He raised his index finger slowly, feeling the familiar power of telekinetic precise incision seeped through. Thin red line of blood formed across her forehead before she screamed in agony as the cut got deeper. Burst of electric charge came out of control, but the ice around her made it electrocute its caster. Gabriel finished his initial job rather quickly, impatient to get hold of the powerful electric-controlling power.
*
After cleaning up the mess that he made by himself (and Sylar, he added mentally), Mohinder received a calling from Arthur that told him about Maya Herrera. The geneticist beamed at the chance to see her again. Arthur had helped her to remove her ability and after that gave her a new life to start with. Mohinder’s heart ache with guilt; he had made Maya went through that horrible experience, he was sorry for that. He was also sorry or not being able to remove her ability himself. He wished for another chance to be with her, not because he needed her as his second half, but more of to set things right. To make everything seemed all right. He didn’t know for sure.
So when he spotted her dragging along a heavy-looking suitcase at the inner hall of Pinehearts, he shouted her name and jumped down from the second floor. Luckily, the hall was pretty private from any snooping eyes and ears. The Dominican’s eyes widened at the sight of the very man that she came to love and then loathe. He strode his long legs forward, closing their gap before Maya raised her palm in a dismissive gesture.
“That’s far enough.”
Mohinder stopped in his track. He examined her carefully: she was as beautiful as ever with her dark skin and lovely body, but her eyes held something unfamiliar.
*
Gabriel felt like pulling his hairs off their roots and screamed loudly. Once again, he had to submit to his killing impulse. He didn’t regret it during the process, since it was such an enjoyable experience to him. Unfortunately when it was all done and he had gained the delicious power of electricity, Gabriel felt angry. He could’ve stopped himself, but he didn’t. He could’ve used his logic and stopped the killing, but he didn’t. After he had done, he went out to wash his hands, careful enough not to let anyone saw him as he walked towards the bathroom. He was about to come back and cleaned the mess (how would he explain the body to Arthur anyway) when he heard two familiar voices arguing. He looked at the first floor curiously from the balcony, saw Mohinder and Maya. He decided to stay for a while.
When both Mohinder and Maya parted ways, Gabriel started to tail the woman, without any particular reason. Definitely Mohinder and Maya shared intimate moments, and he didn’t know why but he felt so irritated over the fact. He had shared nice moments with her as well, perhaps that was the idea. He still mused with his own feeling when a familiar sense of telekinetic hit him and Gabriel flew down to the first floor, landed himself in front of her rather ungraciously.
“Gabriel!” she gasped as she recognized the young man in front of her. This Gabriel was a bit different from the old Gabriel that she used to see. Gabriel noted with amusement as she called him with the name ‘Gabriel’ instead of Sylar. He stood up, briefly scanning the second floor for any sign of people. He wondered how he could fell off the balcony just like that.
“Maya Herrera. It’s a pleasure.” He said coldly, not really meant the words. Maya backed off, obviously frightened with Gabriel’s presence. He was the one who killed Alejandro, her brother, after all. She could use some of her power right now had it still within her. Unfortunately Arthur had sucked it off earlier, leaving her completely defenseless, should Gabriel choose to attack her. “Don’t worry. You have nothing that I want anymore.”
“Leave me alone.” She said through gritted teeth. Gabriel considered the request seriously. Why shouldn’t he? He had nothing to do with her anyway. He knew she didn’t have power anymore, he could feel her blend with ordinary people, unlike before. He didn’t even have the reason to follow her, unless it was something related with Mohinder. That was right, Mohinder.
“I will, after you answer this.”
Maya looked at him expectantly. Gabriel continued.
“Did you sleep with him?”
Her eyes widened in disgust and surprise. Off all things, she definitely didn’t expect him to ask that. She remembered their intimate moments, both with Mohinder and Gabriel, as if they were just happened yesterday. After that incident with him, Maya somehow found comfort in Mohinder’s presence. Unfortunately, Mohinder changed himself into something unexplainable, an abomination, so she decided to cut off all relationship with him, especially after Mohinder managed to trap her in his cocoon. Now, she partially hate him for the evil things he did.
“It’s none of your business. Anyway, you shouldn’t be jealous of him.” She concluded as she walked away, completely ignoring him.
Gabriel stayed where he was, thinking about her words carefully. He tried to look at things better. Certainly Mohinder slept with her, and he had developed feelings to her. Maya felt the same, well at least until whatever happened between them. Perhaps Mohinder’s new physical appearance scared her off. Figures. For Gabriel Mohinder wasn’t all that scary, he was just a bit off-balance. The sweet, reluctant Mohinder was gone, or maybe trapped beneath that stronger visage. But still, he didn’t see the reason why Maya should leave him.
He didn’t care now that Maya was gone, he had something more important to do anyway. He had to dispatch Elle’s corpse, and told Arthur about it - about how he should wait for him to be able to use emphatic mimicry properly.
*
Peter hissed in pain as Claire carefully treated his wounds. Minor wounds, now that he realized he had fallen down from the seventh-storey. His father had taken all of his power (Peter really didn’t count it to happen), and so he should have been dead because of the fall. But he hadn’t. He assumed Gabriel must have somehow helped him with his telekinetic. When he fell, he could feel time flowed much slower, and he hit the ground much later than he thought.
“Snap out of it, Peter. Sylar won’t help you in any way. I know who he is.” Claire said while still treating his wounds. Peter glanced at his niece. Perhaps she was right, after all, she had experienced Sylar’s famous skull-opening arts. Well, a long time ago he was also being at the end of that treatment. Although unsuccessfully, he could still remembered Sylar’s face at that moment - sadistic and unfeeling. It was completely different from Gabriel’s. Gabriel’s face was warm, held the air of uncertainty and loving attempts.
“Sylar had changed. He’s Gabriel now.”
“So? What difference does it make? He’s still a killer, Peter.”
‘And your uncle as well,’ Peter thought, but he wasn’t going to reveal that fact to Claire. He had this sinking feeling that Nathan and Claire wouldn’t accept Gabriel into their family that easily. Only Peter would. He grabbed his shirt again as soon as Claire was done with her work.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I have to go back. I can’t leave him alone there.”
“Leave who? Sylar? Peter, he’ll be fine by himself.” She tried to explain, but Peter seemed didn’t want to listen as he shut the door on her face. Peter went down the elevator with uncertainty. Meeting face to face with Gabriel again, how could he take him home? Gabriel had stated all too clearly that he wasn’t going to go anywhere. However, Peter couldn’t stop now.
Gabriel might’ve been Sylar, but when Peter heard his worries towards their mother, he realized that Gabriel was just like everyone else - capable of loving. His love - once established - flowed with great intensity, emotionally wrapped his loved ones like a cocoon of warmth. It was untainted and pure. It intrigued him. Everything about Gabriel was new for him, and Peter wanted to know more. He had to know more.
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Arthur took Gabriel to where he was supposed to be, section B. When Gabriel saved Peter from his fall by slowing him down with telekinetic, Arthur knew that Gabriel was actually an extremely kind-hearted fellow. He’d barely known Peter as his brother by days, but his urges to protect him equaled Nathan’s. Arthur had heard of their history, naturally. At Kirby Plaza both of them faced off, trying to kill each other as Peter struggled with his unstable nuclear ability. Weeks before Gabriel also successfully killed Peter, stabbing the back of his head with a glass shard. Before he came to Pinehearts, through his wife he could see that Peter actually beat and sedated him, left him at a locked room in Primatech. Peter himself was still wary about Gabriel, but he came back for him. Arthur was pretty sure Peter would understand why he didn’t die falling from the seventh floor without his power.
When he had made this decision to train Gabriel into using his hidden ability of emphatic mimicry, he had one person in mind - Elle Bishop. The electric-powered young woman had highly unstable power and emotion. It became worse when Gabriel, as Sylar, killed her father and took his power. She snapped and since then had enough trouble to turn off her electric power. Arthur had her locked at section B of Pinehearst facilities. He really doubted that she would get better anytime soon. In his theory, if Gabriel managed to sympathize with her pain, then he would be able to access Elle’s electric power and thus gained complete control over emphatic mimicry. Gabriel could become more powerful and be one of the Petrellis’ main pillars for the war to come. If he didn’t and Elle got killed in the process, Gabriel would still have one more power. It was a win-win solution for all he cares.
“Here.” He stopped in front of a locked door. Gabriel peered over the glass at the door; he could see almost nothing for the room was completely dark, but familiar occasional burst of blue energy gave him the idea. He looked at Arthur expectantly. His father gave him a reassuring pat on his shoulder, before went back to his office. Gabriel reluctantly pushed the door open. His fight with Mohinder had made him mentally exhausted, and he needed nothing more than a good sleep right now, or a good challenge for that matter. He didn’t care which.
His eyes tried hard to adjust themselves with the darkness, but he knew where Elle was thanks to her burst of electricity. The young woman sat up, trying to recognize his visitors. When she saw his face, she immediately straightened up.
“You!” she hissed hatefully as fully-charged electricity hit Gabriel square on his chest. Gabriel screamed as the electricity somehow managed to burn his jacket. He quickly took it off, all the time groaned in pain as his wound started to heal. Elle hit him once more, this time with greater power and made him collapsed on the ground. Gabriel stood up with difficulty; electricity raging around his body, preventing him from thinking straight. It was then Gabriel decided he’d had enough.
He summoned frost around him, telekinetically hovering on the air several small blades of ice. Gabriel calculated things quickly as Elle prepared for another attack carefully, obviously sensing the challenge from the man. Not wanting to waste time in this cramped, dark place, Gabriel sent bits of frost in the form of raging snowstorm around Elle, drenching her clothes and hair. He glanced at his still burning jacket and used his telekinetic to throw it over to Elle. She screeched and madly tried to shake off the jacket from her. The jacket fell from her harmlessly, but it didn’t matter as Gabriel had seen the desired effect: Elle’s hair and body was now practically wet from melted snow. She cursed as she realized his intention, right now it wouldn’t be possible for her to attack him without hurting herself.
“I hate you, Sylar!” she screamed at him. Gabriel shrugged animatedly as he rolled his eyes.
“Can’t say the same though. I simply harbor no feeling towards you.” He explained as he forced her to lay down on the ground with his telekinetic. Not quite satisfied with that, he made ice appeared in tight clasp around her body. She groaned as Gabriel stepped closer, his eyes examining her forehead curiously. He raised his index finger slowly, feeling the familiar power of telekinetic precise incision seeped through. Thin red line of blood formed across her forehead before she screamed in agony as the cut got deeper. Burst of electric charge came out of control, but the ice around her made it electrocute its caster. Gabriel finished his initial job rather quickly, impatient to get hold of the powerful electric-controlling power.
*
After cleaning up the mess that he made by himself (and Sylar, he added mentally), Mohinder received a calling from Arthur that told him about Maya Herrera. The geneticist beamed at the chance to see her again. Arthur had helped her to remove her ability and after that gave her a new life to start with. Mohinder’s heart ache with guilt; he had made Maya went through that horrible experience, he was sorry for that. He was also sorry or not being able to remove her ability himself. He wished for another chance to be with her, not because he needed her as his second half, but more of to set things right. To make everything seemed all right. He didn’t know for sure.
So when he spotted her dragging along a heavy-looking suitcase at the inner hall of Pinehearts, he shouted her name and jumped down from the second floor. Luckily, the hall was pretty private from any snooping eyes and ears. The Dominican’s eyes widened at the sight of the very man that she came to love and then loathe. He strode his long legs forward, closing their gap before Maya raised her palm in a dismissive gesture.
“That’s far enough.”
Mohinder stopped in his track. He examined her carefully: she was as beautiful as ever with her dark skin and lovely body, but her eyes held something unfamiliar.
*
Gabriel felt like pulling his hairs off their roots and screamed loudly. Once again, he had to submit to his killing impulse. He didn’t regret it during the process, since it was such an enjoyable experience to him. Unfortunately when it was all done and he had gained the delicious power of electricity, Gabriel felt angry. He could’ve stopped himself, but he didn’t. He could’ve used his logic and stopped the killing, but he didn’t. After he had done, he went out to wash his hands, careful enough not to let anyone saw him as he walked towards the bathroom. He was about to come back and cleaned the mess (how would he explain the body to Arthur anyway) when he heard two familiar voices arguing. He looked at the first floor curiously from the balcony, saw Mohinder and Maya. He decided to stay for a while.
When both Mohinder and Maya parted ways, Gabriel started to tail the woman, without any particular reason. Definitely Mohinder and Maya shared intimate moments, and he didn’t know why but he felt so irritated over the fact. He had shared nice moments with her as well, perhaps that was the idea. He still mused with his own feeling when a familiar sense of telekinetic hit him and Gabriel flew down to the first floor, landed himself in front of her rather ungraciously.
“Gabriel!” she gasped as she recognized the young man in front of her. This Gabriel was a bit different from the old Gabriel that she used to see. Gabriel noted with amusement as she called him with the name ‘Gabriel’ instead of Sylar. He stood up, briefly scanning the second floor for any sign of people. He wondered how he could fell off the balcony just like that.
“Maya Herrera. It’s a pleasure.” He said coldly, not really meant the words. Maya backed off, obviously frightened with Gabriel’s presence. He was the one who killed Alejandro, her brother, after all. She could use some of her power right now had it still within her. Unfortunately Arthur had sucked it off earlier, leaving her completely defenseless, should Gabriel choose to attack her. “Don’t worry. You have nothing that I want anymore.”
“Leave me alone.” She said through gritted teeth. Gabriel considered the request seriously. Why shouldn’t he? He had nothing to do with her anyway. He knew she didn’t have power anymore, he could feel her blend with ordinary people, unlike before. He didn’t even have the reason to follow her, unless it was something related with Mohinder. That was right, Mohinder.
“I will, after you answer this.”
Maya looked at him expectantly. Gabriel continued.
“Did you sleep with him?”
Her eyes widened in disgust and surprise. Off all things, she definitely didn’t expect him to ask that. She remembered their intimate moments, both with Mohinder and Gabriel, as if they were just happened yesterday. After that incident with him, Maya somehow found comfort in Mohinder’s presence. Unfortunately, Mohinder changed himself into something unexplainable, an abomination, so she decided to cut off all relationship with him, especially after Mohinder managed to trap her in his cocoon. Now, she partially hate him for the evil things he did.
“It’s none of your business. Anyway, you shouldn’t be jealous of him.” She concluded as she walked away, completely ignoring him.
Gabriel stayed where he was, thinking about her words carefully. He tried to look at things better. Certainly Mohinder slept with her, and he had developed feelings to her. Maya felt the same, well at least until whatever happened between them. Perhaps Mohinder’s new physical appearance scared her off. Figures. For Gabriel Mohinder wasn’t all that scary, he was just a bit off-balance. The sweet, reluctant Mohinder was gone, or maybe trapped beneath that stronger visage. But still, he didn’t see the reason why Maya should leave him.
He didn’t care now that Maya was gone, he had something more important to do anyway. He had to dispatch Elle’s corpse, and told Arthur about it - about how he should wait for him to be able to use emphatic mimicry properly.
*
Peter hissed in pain as Claire carefully treated his wounds. Minor wounds, now that he realized he had fallen down from the seventh-storey. His father had taken all of his power (Peter really didn’t count it to happen), and so he should have been dead because of the fall. But he hadn’t. He assumed Gabriel must have somehow helped him with his telekinetic. When he fell, he could feel time flowed much slower, and he hit the ground much later than he thought.
“Snap out of it, Peter. Sylar won’t help you in any way. I know who he is.” Claire said while still treating his wounds. Peter glanced at his niece. Perhaps she was right, after all, she had experienced Sylar’s famous skull-opening arts. Well, a long time ago he was also being at the end of that treatment. Although unsuccessfully, he could still remembered Sylar’s face at that moment - sadistic and unfeeling. It was completely different from Gabriel’s. Gabriel’s face was warm, held the air of uncertainty and loving attempts.
“Sylar had changed. He’s Gabriel now.”
“So? What difference does it make? He’s still a killer, Peter.”
‘And your uncle as well,’ Peter thought, but he wasn’t going to reveal that fact to Claire. He had this sinking feeling that Nathan and Claire wouldn’t accept Gabriel into their family that easily. Only Peter would. He grabbed his shirt again as soon as Claire was done with her work.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“I have to go back. I can’t leave him alone there.”
“Leave who? Sylar? Peter, he’ll be fine by himself.” She tried to explain, but Peter seemed didn’t want to listen as he shut the door on her face. Peter went down the elevator with uncertainty. Meeting face to face with Gabriel again, how could he take him home? Gabriel had stated all too clearly that he wasn’t going to go anywhere. However, Peter couldn’t stop now.
Gabriel might’ve been Sylar, but when Peter heard his worries towards their mother, he realized that Gabriel was just like everyone else - capable of loving. His love - once established - flowed with great intensity, emotionally wrapped his loved ones like a cocoon of warmth. It was untainted and pure. It intrigued him. Everything about Gabriel was new for him, and Peter wanted to know more. He had to know more.
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