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Title: That sound in your heart... 4/4
Chapter: 4b
Author: Carmexgirl
Rating: PG-13 for nasty murdering stuff and a minky bit of swearing
Summary: Completely AU. New York 2008. Or could it be London, Whitechapel 1888? The thrilling denouement - no really this time
A/N: Yes I cheated a little on the chapters, but I felt there were two distinct parts to the finale, so enjoy ;)
Previous Chapters: Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter Three | Chapter 4a
10.00pm
Matt slowly manoeuvred the car into position. Stationed in a side street, just yards away from Dorset avenue, slightly hidden behind some old corrugated fencing. ‘This is good’ thought Matt, as he saw he had a perfect view of the length of the road. He could see officers milling around in disguise. There was Officer Harker, standing at the far end of the avenue clad in a short skirt with ripped fishnet stockings, looking every inch like a hooker. Officer Dean was close by her, pretending to bargain for business, while across the way he could just about make out Tautman, skulking in and out of the shadows.
“This is a good spot” said a voice beside him.
“Shh Mohinder, we have to keep quiet. We can’t have Gray stumbling upon us.”
“I doubt he would - I don’t think anyone comes this way by accident.”
They sat there in silence, trying to concentrate on the task in hand. The street lighting was wholly inadequate, and the two men both strained while their eyes became accustomed to the gloom. A bird landed on the top of the car, making a curious metallic scratching sound with its talons. They both jumped in unison, before a soft cawing noise made them realise what it was. They smiled and laughed quietly at each other’s silliness, before settling down again to wait.
Midnight
Nothing. Not even another bird incident. Matt started fiddling nervously with his gun, cocking, lining up a shot, putting it down again, checking the rounds. Mohinder tapped quietly on the dashboard. A sudden shouting broke the silence. Matt sat up and peered into the darkness. He could just make out Harker having an extremely animated conversation with someone. He aimed his gun at the shadowy figure, waiting for it to make a wrong move. Something suddenly pulled at him. The shape - this guy was short and squat, not tall like Gray. The hair was almost balding, and he talked in loud, brash tones that carried along the street. It clearly wasn’t Gray. He watched Harker give him a hefty shove, causing him to topple over. Immediately three officers were on to him, evidently scaring him half to death. He cried out in a mixture of pain at the fall and fright at seeing three burly men staring him down. “Damn it” Matt whispered, “He could blow the whole operation, the stupid drunk!” The three officers were now leading him to an unmarked car, where they bundled him in the back. One of the officers got in and drove off slowly, while the other two checked that Harker was ok, before resuming their positions along the avenue. Harker got back to her position. She was a tough cop; she could handle more than a lousy drunk trying to get a free ride.
01.00am
Matt’s leg had started to go numb. He wanted to get up and walk around, but he knew if he did he risked being caught. He tried to move it out of the foot well, but ended up getting it stuck underneath the steering wheel. His foot was now starting the pins and needle stage, which only worsened when he knocked it against the steering column. “Goddamnit!” he moaned quietly, shooting sensations making their way up his calf. Mohinder chuckled gently. “It’s not funny!” he hissed, “I’m in pain here!” Mohinder chuckled again. “Here” he said, “Give me your foot.” Matt manoeuvred his foot over to Mohinder, who undid his boot and slipped it off, to whimpers of “Ow, ow oweee.” He then started to massage the foot, fingers digging in and caressing the ball, making Matt whimper again. Matt could feel himself relaxing, and gave in to the warm sensation that was now gradually replacing the shooting pain in his calf. He shut his eyes, and groaned a quiet “Mmmmm….wonderful.” Sensation having returned, Mohinder replaced the boot, and they both returned to their original positions, watching and listening intently.
02.00am
There was a fleeting movement in the shadows. It was too big to be a rat, and sounded too heavy to be any other sort of nocturnal creature. Matt strained his eyes to see through the darkness, before suddenly,
Crash!
Something very large and heavy hit windscreen of the car. Matt pulled Mohinder down so their heads were beneath the dashboard, avoiding the deadly shards of glass littering the objects wake. Matt looked up, to see a rusted and faded blue oil drum stuck dangerously in the windshield of the car. He felt a warm sticky substance on his head, and tried to wipe it away with his hand. When he pulled his hand back, it was covered in blood. He felt around his head, and found a particularly sore and sticky spot, where a shard of glass had caught him a glancing blow, cutting the top of his head.
Mohinder had emerged from underneath the dashboard, and saw Matt’s increasingly red head. “Oh my god Matt!” He cried, “You’re bleeding!” His eyes were spiked with worry.
“Hey calm down” Matt said, speaking a little too loudly in an effort to cover up his own anxiety, “It’s just a flesh wound; I’ll live.” Matt looked around, and saw to his dismay that they were being surrounded by police officers, shouting and calling. Fear gripped him. “No!” he shouted, “Not here! Get back to where you were - this is a distraction, this is what he does! You need to get back now!”
A terrible, horrible scream filled the night air. It came from Dorset Avenue. “This is it” said Matt, before he and Mohinder leapt out of the car, running with superhuman speed to the source of the scream. Blood was running into Matt’s eyes, and he was stumbling blindly into objects littering his path. He wiped himself with his jacket, and felt the unsteady hand of Mohinder leading him to where Harker had been standing hours before.
His eyes cleared, but now he didn’t want to look. Harker was on the floor, with Gray standing over her, laughing. “Oh aren’t you the pretty one? I don’t suppose you make a habit of doing this, do you, Officer?” He laughed again, and Matt could just about make out a butcher’s knife glinting in his hand.
“Step away Gray, we have you surrounded,” he said, and jumped at the strange commanding voice that emanated from his chest. He felt Mohinder grip his arm, more for the other man’s reassurance than for his own.
Gray instantly wheeled round, his face twisting into a smile of delight when he saw Matt.
“Officer Parkman we meet at last! So sorry I had to flee last time, but you know, I had had a busy evening” He laughed the exact same evil, twisted laugh he had done the night before.
“Why are you doing this Gabriel? Why kill all these women? Killing your own mother wasn’t enough for you, huh?
Gray stared at him. “My name is SYLAR!” He shouted, “Gabriel Gray was a loser who got caught by a fat rookie cop. You will never catch me.”
“You will be caught Gabriel, and I’ll make sure you pay for this.”
Gray shook his head and smiled. “Did you like my handiwork last night? I thought I did rather well myself. The second bitch struggled too much, but I thought I did a good job on the first filthy whore. Her flesh was so soft, so ripe for cutting. And her brain was so… tiny and unfulfilling. Much like yours, Parkman” he spat as he said Matt’s name. The knife was gradually making its way closer to Harker, who whimpered with fear, eyes transfixed on the glinting steel.
Matt moved a step forward, which caused Sylar to jump, reaching ever closer to Harker. “Gabriel…” Matt began, softly this time.
Suddenly Sylar’s eyes lit up as they caught sight of something. He leapt up, and rushed at Mohinder. He grappled with him, and buried one hand in his hair, yanking his head back forcefully. The other hand still held the knife, which was slowly inching its way up to Mohinder’s neck.
“You need to learn respect, Parkman” he spat. Matt let out a cry of horror. “Oh what do we have here?” He said, glaring at Mohinder and yanking his head back even further. “Aren’t we a pretty boy, huh? Are you Parkman’s new plaything? I’ve been watching you both for a very long time.”
Matt instantly pulled out his gun, and aimed it at Sylar’s head, trying desperately not to get Mohinder in his sight. “Sylar..” he began, his voice starting to shake along with the hand holding the gun. He could see the fear in Mohinder’s eyes.
“You wouldn’t shoot me Parkman. You’ll shoot your pretty lover too. A brain like his needs to be preserved - we can’t have it splattered across the street. That wouldn’t do at all.” Mohinder was fumbling around his belt, as if trying to grab a hold of something. “Don’t wriggle too much you!” Sylar shouted, yanking Mohinder’s head back as far as it could go, making the man whimper in pain. “I want to get a lovely clean cut on that exotic neck of yours.”
The knife had inched closer to Mohinder’s neck. He strained to see it. He could see Matt in the distance, holding a gun, and Sylar’s evil eyes staring at his neck. Mohinder closed his eyes and felt the cold sharpness of steel cutting into his neck. The pain was far too intense; he thought he would black out, and readied himself for the end. A shot rang out; then another, then another. The grip on his hair had loosened, and the knife that had been cutting into his throat clattered to the ground. A dull thud reverberating around the street as something heavy fell to the floor. He fell back, hitting a wall before putting a hand on it to hold himself up. His legs were shaking uncontrollably. He looked to see Matt, frozen, the gun in his hand still smoking. His chest was rising up and down, and he was breathing heavily, trying to calm down. The gun, however, remained perfectly still.
After a second, they both realised what had happened. Matt rushed to Mohinder. Mohinder rushed to Matt, and they came together in a harsh embrace. “Oh my god” Matt whimpered. “Oh my god I thought that was it. I thought that was the end.” There were tears in his eyes. Mohinder kissed the side of his face and hugged him tighter. “Shhh” he said, “I’m ok, I’m ok. Shhh. It’s going to be ok.”
They both stood, arms in arm, as Sylar/Gray’s body was removed - unceremoniously dumped in a bag and thrown into the back of a waiting police van. Harker was being comforted by Tautman; she looked bruised and shaken, but nevertheless still alive. Matt smiled, happy that he had saved at least one life in this nightmare. He turned to Mohinder, who was shaking slightly. “I thought that was the end” he said. “I thought…I thought he was going to win. I didn’t know if I could pull the trigger. Right up until the last second, I didn’t know if I could actually do it.”
“But you did. You saved me Matt. You did what you had to do,”
Matt’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t regret it. He threatened the person I…” fear momentarily gripped him. He choked the fear, the doubts and the guilt down into his gut, and carried on. “The person I love. No one does that and gets away with it.”
Mohinder stared at him, eyes shining. The fear had disappeared; it was replaced with something else, something like happiness. He pulled him into an embrace, faces just millimetres from each other. Matt moved his hand to put in on Mohinder’s waist, but then pulled it away when he felt something hard and cold inside his trousers.
“What the hell is that?”
Mohinder lifted his shirt to reveal a small gun concealed in his waistband. He smiled. “He threatened the person I love. I wasn’t going to let him get away with that, even if it was to be the last thing I ever did.”
They came together in a harsh kiss, a kiss full of longing, and passion, and relief. Neither cared who was watching. All that mattered is that they were there, together, and they were alive.
They broke apart, and Matt noticed Dean waiting to talk to them, looking a little embarrassed. “Uh guys,” he said hesitantly, “We’re all going for a celebratory drink in Denry’s, if you both fancy coming. You deserve it.”
Matt looked at Mohinder, who’s eyes were shining brightly. “Maybe later” he said, looking at Mohinder and smiling broadly. “I can think of a much better way to celebrate.”
“You read my mind” said Mohinder, smiling back at him. With that they walked off, arm in arm, in the direction of Matt’s apartment.
Fin
Chapter: 4b
Author: Carmexgirl
Rating: PG-13 for nasty murdering stuff and a minky bit of swearing
Summary: Completely AU. New York 2008. Or could it be London, Whitechapel 1888? The thrilling denouement - no really this time
A/N: Yes I cheated a little on the chapters, but I felt there were two distinct parts to the finale, so enjoy ;)
Previous Chapters: Chapter one | Chapter two | Chapter Three | Chapter 4a
10.00pm
Matt slowly manoeuvred the car into position. Stationed in a side street, just yards away from Dorset avenue, slightly hidden behind some old corrugated fencing. ‘This is good’ thought Matt, as he saw he had a perfect view of the length of the road. He could see officers milling around in disguise. There was Officer Harker, standing at the far end of the avenue clad in a short skirt with ripped fishnet stockings, looking every inch like a hooker. Officer Dean was close by her, pretending to bargain for business, while across the way he could just about make out Tautman, skulking in and out of the shadows.
“This is a good spot” said a voice beside him.
“Shh Mohinder, we have to keep quiet. We can’t have Gray stumbling upon us.”
“I doubt he would - I don’t think anyone comes this way by accident.”
They sat there in silence, trying to concentrate on the task in hand. The street lighting was wholly inadequate, and the two men both strained while their eyes became accustomed to the gloom. A bird landed on the top of the car, making a curious metallic scratching sound with its talons. They both jumped in unison, before a soft cawing noise made them realise what it was. They smiled and laughed quietly at each other’s silliness, before settling down again to wait.
Midnight
Nothing. Not even another bird incident. Matt started fiddling nervously with his gun, cocking, lining up a shot, putting it down again, checking the rounds. Mohinder tapped quietly on the dashboard. A sudden shouting broke the silence. Matt sat up and peered into the darkness. He could just make out Harker having an extremely animated conversation with someone. He aimed his gun at the shadowy figure, waiting for it to make a wrong move. Something suddenly pulled at him. The shape - this guy was short and squat, not tall like Gray. The hair was almost balding, and he talked in loud, brash tones that carried along the street. It clearly wasn’t Gray. He watched Harker give him a hefty shove, causing him to topple over. Immediately three officers were on to him, evidently scaring him half to death. He cried out in a mixture of pain at the fall and fright at seeing three burly men staring him down. “Damn it” Matt whispered, “He could blow the whole operation, the stupid drunk!” The three officers were now leading him to an unmarked car, where they bundled him in the back. One of the officers got in and drove off slowly, while the other two checked that Harker was ok, before resuming their positions along the avenue. Harker got back to her position. She was a tough cop; she could handle more than a lousy drunk trying to get a free ride.
01.00am
Matt’s leg had started to go numb. He wanted to get up and walk around, but he knew if he did he risked being caught. He tried to move it out of the foot well, but ended up getting it stuck underneath the steering wheel. His foot was now starting the pins and needle stage, which only worsened when he knocked it against the steering column. “Goddamnit!” he moaned quietly, shooting sensations making their way up his calf. Mohinder chuckled gently. “It’s not funny!” he hissed, “I’m in pain here!” Mohinder chuckled again. “Here” he said, “Give me your foot.” Matt manoeuvred his foot over to Mohinder, who undid his boot and slipped it off, to whimpers of “Ow, ow oweee.” He then started to massage the foot, fingers digging in and caressing the ball, making Matt whimper again. Matt could feel himself relaxing, and gave in to the warm sensation that was now gradually replacing the shooting pain in his calf. He shut his eyes, and groaned a quiet “Mmmmm….wonderful.” Sensation having returned, Mohinder replaced the boot, and they both returned to their original positions, watching and listening intently.
02.00am
There was a fleeting movement in the shadows. It was too big to be a rat, and sounded too heavy to be any other sort of nocturnal creature. Matt strained his eyes to see through the darkness, before suddenly,
Crash!
Something very large and heavy hit windscreen of the car. Matt pulled Mohinder down so their heads were beneath the dashboard, avoiding the deadly shards of glass littering the objects wake. Matt looked up, to see a rusted and faded blue oil drum stuck dangerously in the windshield of the car. He felt a warm sticky substance on his head, and tried to wipe it away with his hand. When he pulled his hand back, it was covered in blood. He felt around his head, and found a particularly sore and sticky spot, where a shard of glass had caught him a glancing blow, cutting the top of his head.
Mohinder had emerged from underneath the dashboard, and saw Matt’s increasingly red head. “Oh my god Matt!” He cried, “You’re bleeding!” His eyes were spiked with worry.
“Hey calm down” Matt said, speaking a little too loudly in an effort to cover up his own anxiety, “It’s just a flesh wound; I’ll live.” Matt looked around, and saw to his dismay that they were being surrounded by police officers, shouting and calling. Fear gripped him. “No!” he shouted, “Not here! Get back to where you were - this is a distraction, this is what he does! You need to get back now!”
A terrible, horrible scream filled the night air. It came from Dorset Avenue. “This is it” said Matt, before he and Mohinder leapt out of the car, running with superhuman speed to the source of the scream. Blood was running into Matt’s eyes, and he was stumbling blindly into objects littering his path. He wiped himself with his jacket, and felt the unsteady hand of Mohinder leading him to where Harker had been standing hours before.
His eyes cleared, but now he didn’t want to look. Harker was on the floor, with Gray standing over her, laughing. “Oh aren’t you the pretty one? I don’t suppose you make a habit of doing this, do you, Officer?” He laughed again, and Matt could just about make out a butcher’s knife glinting in his hand.
“Step away Gray, we have you surrounded,” he said, and jumped at the strange commanding voice that emanated from his chest. He felt Mohinder grip his arm, more for the other man’s reassurance than for his own.
Gray instantly wheeled round, his face twisting into a smile of delight when he saw Matt.
“Officer Parkman we meet at last! So sorry I had to flee last time, but you know, I had had a busy evening” He laughed the exact same evil, twisted laugh he had done the night before.
“Why are you doing this Gabriel? Why kill all these women? Killing your own mother wasn’t enough for you, huh?
Gray stared at him. “My name is SYLAR!” He shouted, “Gabriel Gray was a loser who got caught by a fat rookie cop. You will never catch me.”
“You will be caught Gabriel, and I’ll make sure you pay for this.”
Gray shook his head and smiled. “Did you like my handiwork last night? I thought I did rather well myself. The second bitch struggled too much, but I thought I did a good job on the first filthy whore. Her flesh was so soft, so ripe for cutting. And her brain was so… tiny and unfulfilling. Much like yours, Parkman” he spat as he said Matt’s name. The knife was gradually making its way closer to Harker, who whimpered with fear, eyes transfixed on the glinting steel.
Matt moved a step forward, which caused Sylar to jump, reaching ever closer to Harker. “Gabriel…” Matt began, softly this time.
Suddenly Sylar’s eyes lit up as they caught sight of something. He leapt up, and rushed at Mohinder. He grappled with him, and buried one hand in his hair, yanking his head back forcefully. The other hand still held the knife, which was slowly inching its way up to Mohinder’s neck.
“You need to learn respect, Parkman” he spat. Matt let out a cry of horror. “Oh what do we have here?” He said, glaring at Mohinder and yanking his head back even further. “Aren’t we a pretty boy, huh? Are you Parkman’s new plaything? I’ve been watching you both for a very long time.”
Matt instantly pulled out his gun, and aimed it at Sylar’s head, trying desperately not to get Mohinder in his sight. “Sylar..” he began, his voice starting to shake along with the hand holding the gun. He could see the fear in Mohinder’s eyes.
“You wouldn’t shoot me Parkman. You’ll shoot your pretty lover too. A brain like his needs to be preserved - we can’t have it splattered across the street. That wouldn’t do at all.” Mohinder was fumbling around his belt, as if trying to grab a hold of something. “Don’t wriggle too much you!” Sylar shouted, yanking Mohinder’s head back as far as it could go, making the man whimper in pain. “I want to get a lovely clean cut on that exotic neck of yours.”
The knife had inched closer to Mohinder’s neck. He strained to see it. He could see Matt in the distance, holding a gun, and Sylar’s evil eyes staring at his neck. Mohinder closed his eyes and felt the cold sharpness of steel cutting into his neck. The pain was far too intense; he thought he would black out, and readied himself for the end. A shot rang out; then another, then another. The grip on his hair had loosened, and the knife that had been cutting into his throat clattered to the ground. A dull thud reverberating around the street as something heavy fell to the floor. He fell back, hitting a wall before putting a hand on it to hold himself up. His legs were shaking uncontrollably. He looked to see Matt, frozen, the gun in his hand still smoking. His chest was rising up and down, and he was breathing heavily, trying to calm down. The gun, however, remained perfectly still.
After a second, they both realised what had happened. Matt rushed to Mohinder. Mohinder rushed to Matt, and they came together in a harsh embrace. “Oh my god” Matt whimpered. “Oh my god I thought that was it. I thought that was the end.” There were tears in his eyes. Mohinder kissed the side of his face and hugged him tighter. “Shhh” he said, “I’m ok, I’m ok. Shhh. It’s going to be ok.”
They both stood, arms in arm, as Sylar/Gray’s body was removed - unceremoniously dumped in a bag and thrown into the back of a waiting police van. Harker was being comforted by Tautman; she looked bruised and shaken, but nevertheless still alive. Matt smiled, happy that he had saved at least one life in this nightmare. He turned to Mohinder, who was shaking slightly. “I thought that was the end” he said. “I thought…I thought he was going to win. I didn’t know if I could pull the trigger. Right up until the last second, I didn’t know if I could actually do it.”
“But you did. You saved me Matt. You did what you had to do,”
Matt’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t regret it. He threatened the person I…” fear momentarily gripped him. He choked the fear, the doubts and the guilt down into his gut, and carried on. “The person I love. No one does that and gets away with it.”
Mohinder stared at him, eyes shining. The fear had disappeared; it was replaced with something else, something like happiness. He pulled him into an embrace, faces just millimetres from each other. Matt moved his hand to put in on Mohinder’s waist, but then pulled it away when he felt something hard and cold inside his trousers.
“What the hell is that?”
Mohinder lifted his shirt to reveal a small gun concealed in his waistband. He smiled. “He threatened the person I love. I wasn’t going to let him get away with that, even if it was to be the last thing I ever did.”
They came together in a harsh kiss, a kiss full of longing, and passion, and relief. Neither cared who was watching. All that mattered is that they were there, together, and they were alive.
They broke apart, and Matt noticed Dean waiting to talk to them, looking a little embarrassed. “Uh guys,” he said hesitantly, “We’re all going for a celebratory drink in Denry’s, if you both fancy coming. You deserve it.”
Matt looked at Mohinder, who’s eyes were shining brightly. “Maybe later” he said, looking at Mohinder and smiling broadly. “I can think of a much better way to celebrate.”
“You read my mind” said Mohinder, smiling back at him. With that they walked off, arm in arm, in the direction of Matt’s apartment.
Fin