Company Policy ;; 001

[morallycomfy]

[It's twenty years ago, and you find yourself on a deserted bridge. There's a car behind you, which might be how you got there, and a gun in your hand, pointed at one Noah Bennet. He doesn't beg for mercy, or plead his case, but only opens his arms out, giving you a perfect shot to his heart.]Do it. Shoot. You and I both know it's the only way

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[intuitivelyapt]

[Sylar tosses the gun aside after ~shooting~ him.]

You know, I thought me ending you was gonna be more dramatic than this. If I was planning on it. Which is to say that I'm not. Not anymore.

[morallycomfy]

.. You shot me. [Noah seems to find this information pressing as he watches his skin knit back together.]

[intuitivelyapt]

Yeah, well, I don't know why. I hadn't been planning on it.

[morallycomfy]

I think you'd know better than me. [But Noah doesn't sound that broken up. He did heal, after all.]

[betterasshole]

[Deb has no idea who this man is but this dream is making her feel like he's important to her somehow. It's almost like she's not really herself at all here. Which is kind of interesting, so she'll go with it. After all, it's a dream, weird shit happens all the time. Also, because this dream in in the past, it should be in black and white be for no reason, just because that's how Heroes rolls. B)]

Holy shit, how... [She drops the gun and takes a few quick steps to get right in front of him, putting her hand where the bullet entered and exited. It doesn't really seem all that strange that it happened, just that it happened to him, and she's kind of half caring about how strange that is, and half not.] Fuck, I thought I killed you.

[morallycomfy]

I thought you did too. [He seems a little amused by the whole scene, which is more than a little weird.]

[betterasshole]

[And her two seconds of shock are over. She shoves him away and stands up because this isn't really making all that much sense so it's time to be pissed off.]

Hey, was there a fucking reason for any of this? Why'd you tell me to shoot you, asshole.

[morallycomfy]

It was the only way. I betrayed them-- It was the only way to keep Claire safe.

[painhumbles]

[And suddenly, the dramatic moment was ruined, by Gabriel dropping the gun and holding up his hands. That was fucking weird and he never wants to do that again.]

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay. Seriously? I've been tripping through a lot of headspaces right now and this one? Takes the whole friggin' bakery. Did I really just get forced to play a part in your sick suicide roleplay fantasy? I feel violated. People will be called about this.

[Yeah, Noah... Enjoy... That.]

[morallycomfy]

[Even through the dream fugue, something feels distinctly off about this. He's not sure how he knows - but things aren't supposed to happen this way.]

What people? There's no one left to call. [Who don't know already, he thinks to himself.]

[painhumbles]

[Welcome to being Sassy Angel Friended, Noah.]

Okay. Snap out of it, genius. You're dreaming- didn't you get the memo from Sabrina?

[morallycomfy]

[Slowly, Noah rises to his feet, his wound completely healed by now.]

Dreaming? [read: this tone asks Gabriel, are you damaged?] ...You're one of them, aren't you?

[blueshocks]

[Elle seems disappointed as she throws the gun away.] You know, if we were going to test that out, electrocuting you to death would of been a lot more fun.

[morallycomfy]

I didn't exactly... know that would happen. [He looks up, concern writ over his face.]

[blueshocks]

Then why did you make me shoot you? That just seems retarded.

[morallycomfy]

My death was the only way to ensure her safety. You know that, Elle.