Sylar - Gabriel Gray (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thewatchmaker) wrote2009-02-11 12:08 pm
thewatchmaker) wrote2009-02-11 12:08 pm
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a different shade of Gray - 2/10
Characters: Sylar, Luke, Samson and OC
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17 by the time I'm done
Word Count: 1800
Prompt: Conscience and cowardice are really the same things.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Notes: Got nice feedback for part one, so here we go with part two. I have no idea how long this story will run.
Part One
Shadow agents, men in black, dart guns and tasers, oh yes my brother had made some great friends. My coffee had gone cold, forgotten in my hands while we listened to his story.
“I knew you were wanted before, but I thought they dropped the case against you for your mother?” I tucked some of my hair behind my ear and tilted my head to listen to his answer. My father chuckled when I did it. I wasn’t sure I liked that we were amusing him. “I kept track of you on line.”
“She’s always been curious about you, Gabriel. Or ever since she found out you were her brother not just her cousin.”
“Can’t say I had the same pleasure, I don’t know anything about either of you. Other than lies my parents told me.” The bitterness in his voice hurt, and I could feel our father’s guilt come in waves. I don’t like the taste of guilt, and will do anything to avoid feeling it myself. And no, I don’t feel any guilt for killing my mother. She had it coming.
“With your friends bound to show up soon, this probably isn’t the time for us to go into details. Luke’s mother knows where I live. She’ll tell either the police or whoever they are. We don’t have much time.” I got up and started walking for my bedroom. “I’m going to pack a bag, and then we can go.”
“Go?” Gabriel had gotten up with me, half following me down the hallway. “You don’t have to come with me. I’m the one they want.”
“Gabriel.” I turned around at the doorway to my room, and looked into his sad, sad eyes. “You’re my brother. I might not be able to move mountains with my mind like you can, but I can still help you. Besides you said you’d show me how you do that. We’ve missed so many years already. Don’t you want a chance to catch up now?”
“Rachel, I’m not one of the good guys. You know that right?” He’d stepped closer. I didn’t know if it was to make sure I heard him or to make sure that dad didn’t. “I’m a murderer.”
“I know about your mother too, Gabriel.”
“Not just my mother, Rachel. I’ve killed a lot of people to get where I am now. What makes you think I won’t kill you?”
“I trust you not to.” I pressed the flat of my hand over his heart. It was hammering in his chest. He looked down at my hand like I’d hit him with a sack of garbage for a moment before putting his hand over mine. “I’m not sure I’m one of the good guys either. Wouldn’t you rather have me watching your back then Luke? I can feel how lonely you are.”
“I don’t want you getting hurt.” He was so cute. Threatening to kill me one moment then worried that I was going to get hurt. He might end up being a good brother after all.
“When they come here, chances are they’ll try to use us against you. We’re your family. That makes us a weakness. And don’t look at me like that. I know you thought the same thing. If it’s not just you they’re hunting, if it’s people like us, then I’m in danger as it is.”
“Gabriel!” Dad shouted down the hallway. “I want to talk to you.”
“I know that voice. You’re in for a lecture.”
“It’s a little late for a ‘be good’ talk from dear old dad for me.”
“I know, but he doesn’t. He loves us.”
“I don’t know what that is, Rachel.” No, but you do know what pain is. I can taste it on your soul.
“Just tell him to pack and pretend to listen to him. I did that through most of high school. It makes him feel better.”
Throwing a small suitcase on the bed, I started shoving things from my dresser into it underwear, jeans, a small make up bag. I knew how to travel light. As I bent over to reach under the bed a hand wrapped over my mouth, and I was pulled back against one of Gabriel’s friends. The man’s body armor pressed into my spine, and I could feel his fear fill me.
“I’m going to let you go. Promise not to scream. Did Sylar hurt you?” Sylar? Was that the name Gabriel wore now? “Miss Gray, please, I’m trying to help you.”
I nodded into his hand. His fear wasn’t the only thing I could taste; the gun oil he’d used to clean his weapons was soaked into his gloves. There were two of them. They’d slipped in through the sliding glass door of my room, and had been hiding in the corners when I’d come in. They weren’t too bright. If they were they’d realize I wasn’t being forced to pack.
“Sylar?” I asked as I stepped away from them both. “Is that his name?”
“Yes, miss. He’s a very dangerous man. We want you to go through the door and let us protect you from him.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a watery smile. “Charlie will take you to our people.”
“You’re afraid of Sylar aren’t you?” I said as I gathered up their fear. There was so much of it. It filled the air and made me giddy as I twined their terror into a weapon of my own. “You should have been afraid of me too.”
Charlie and the other jerked like someone had grabbed their puppet strings. One after another the two men dropped to their knees. Their eyes threatening to pop out of their heads as the blood began to flow from their nose and eyes. Instead of screaming all they could do was keen like dolphins. Grabbing my suitcase and my laptop bag from under the bed I stepped over their bodies.
“She’ll change. Gabriel you can’t take Rachel with you.” My father was still lecturing when I came into the living room. But it really hadn’t been that long.
“Dad, we’re out of time. They’re here. Two of them were in my bedroom.”
“In your room.” Gabriel turned to go back the way I’d come, but then stopped when he realized he wasn’t needed.
“They’re either dead or insane.” I locked my eyes with our father. “Dad, get your bag and come on. We leave now. Sylar can get us past the rest. We’ll take my car.”
“You killed them?” Dad grabbed my arm as I tried to slip past him. The concern clung to me like the smell of burnt popcorn. “Rachel, you don’t have to be involved in this. I can go with him. Tell them Gabriel killed their men. Please stay here. Think of your life. You’d be giving everything up.”
“You’re my family. I’m not letting anyone hurt either one of you.”
“What about Luke?” My father asked as Sylar brought the boy out of the kitchen. The kid looked sleepy, but he’d never been too terribly bright. “We should leave him here.”
“No,” Sylar said, giving Luke a little shake to finish waking him up. “Luke can stop some of them too.” He grinned over at me as I reached for the front door. Blue balls of lightning played over his hands, preparing for battle. “I’m going to need to teach you something offensive, sis. Your power is too passive.”
“I’d like that. But call me sis again, and I’ll break your nose.” I focused on my car, my pretty red Mustang sitting in the driveway instead of the trio of Hummers and the squad of armed men squatting around my yard. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bazooka being aimed at Gabriel’s head. Without looking back, I grabbed Dad’s hand and ran as something out of a Spielberg movie destroyed my house.
Sylar sent a bolt of lightning at the first Hummer. I let out a scream as it slithered over the metal and ducked as the car was blown off its wheels. I left my suitcase on the lawn, and keeping only my laptop bag clutched to my chest as I tried to unlock the car door. None of the men in black moved to stop me or my father. They still thought we were harmless. My brother’s rage hit me like a tsunami as I tossed my bag into the backseat.
“Passive,” I hissed. “I’ll show you passive.” I called it to me, all the fear, all the rage, all the joy in the destruction around me, and channeled it at a group of men rushing towards my car. They didn’t have time to scream before their brains exploded in their skulls. I smiled over at Sylar as their bodies hit the ground. “Get in the car!”
He sent a wave of force knocking them back, while Luke sent out a heat wave of some kind. Now that was surprising. I had no idea the little brat was special. When I’d looked after him I’d had to keep him from finger painting with shit on the walls of his nursery. Bullets stopped before they could hit any of us, and just fell to the ground like rain drops. Luke scrambled into the cramped backseat next to my father while Sylar dropped into the passenger seat.
“Shotgun!” he claimed with a bright smile as I slammed the car into reverse onto the street.
“Shit!” I shouted as my bumper scraped along one of the now ruined Hummers. The car spun on the pavement for too long before finally shooting down the street and to freedom.
“Rachel,” Dad panted from the backseat, clamping his hand on my shoulder. “Calm down. Sweetie, you’ve got to slow down and blend in. And in this car that’s not going to be easy.”
“Did you see it!” Luke shouted in victory as he turned to look through the back window. “I kicked their asses.”
“Yeah, you were the shits, kid.” Sylar leaned against the car door and looked over at me.
I couldn’t feel him now. I’d done too much. For the moment all I could feel were my own emotions. It was so peaceful to be numb. “I guess carnage is good for me.”
“You’ll need to hit an ATM. They’ll shut down your bank accounts and credit cards, and we’ll need to ditch your car too.”
“They can’t do that. Not unless they get the cops involved. And those guys were not the police, and I’m not ditching my car.”
“Rachel,” Sylar said, reaching over to put his hand over mine on the steering wheel. “They’re worse than the police. They’re the feds. That was our government back there.”
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: NC 17 by the time I'm done
Word Count: 1800
Prompt: Conscience and cowardice are really the same things.
scifi_musesNotes: Got nice feedback for part one, so here we go with part two. I have no idea how long this story will run.
Part One
Shadow agents, men in black, dart guns and tasers, oh yes my brother had made some great friends. My coffee had gone cold, forgotten in my hands while we listened to his story.
“I knew you were wanted before, but I thought they dropped the case against you for your mother?” I tucked some of my hair behind my ear and tilted my head to listen to his answer. My father chuckled when I did it. I wasn’t sure I liked that we were amusing him. “I kept track of you on line.”
“She’s always been curious about you, Gabriel. Or ever since she found out you were her brother not just her cousin.”
“Can’t say I had the same pleasure, I don’t know anything about either of you. Other than lies my parents told me.” The bitterness in his voice hurt, and I could feel our father’s guilt come in waves. I don’t like the taste of guilt, and will do anything to avoid feeling it myself. And no, I don’t feel any guilt for killing my mother. She had it coming.
“With your friends bound to show up soon, this probably isn’t the time for us to go into details. Luke’s mother knows where I live. She’ll tell either the police or whoever they are. We don’t have much time.” I got up and started walking for my bedroom. “I’m going to pack a bag, and then we can go.”
“Go?” Gabriel had gotten up with me, half following me down the hallway. “You don’t have to come with me. I’m the one they want.”
“Gabriel.” I turned around at the doorway to my room, and looked into his sad, sad eyes. “You’re my brother. I might not be able to move mountains with my mind like you can, but I can still help you. Besides you said you’d show me how you do that. We’ve missed so many years already. Don’t you want a chance to catch up now?”
“Rachel, I’m not one of the good guys. You know that right?” He’d stepped closer. I didn’t know if it was to make sure I heard him or to make sure that dad didn’t. “I’m a murderer.”
“I know about your mother too, Gabriel.”
“Not just my mother, Rachel. I’ve killed a lot of people to get where I am now. What makes you think I won’t kill you?”
“I trust you not to.” I pressed the flat of my hand over his heart. It was hammering in his chest. He looked down at my hand like I’d hit him with a sack of garbage for a moment before putting his hand over mine. “I’m not sure I’m one of the good guys either. Wouldn’t you rather have me watching your back then Luke? I can feel how lonely you are.”
“I don’t want you getting hurt.” He was so cute. Threatening to kill me one moment then worried that I was going to get hurt. He might end up being a good brother after all.
“When they come here, chances are they’ll try to use us against you. We’re your family. That makes us a weakness. And don’t look at me like that. I know you thought the same thing. If it’s not just you they’re hunting, if it’s people like us, then I’m in danger as it is.”
“Gabriel!” Dad shouted down the hallway. “I want to talk to you.”
“I know that voice. You’re in for a lecture.”
“It’s a little late for a ‘be good’ talk from dear old dad for me.”
“I know, but he doesn’t. He loves us.”
“I don’t know what that is, Rachel.” No, but you do know what pain is. I can taste it on your soul.
“Just tell him to pack and pretend to listen to him. I did that through most of high school. It makes him feel better.”
Throwing a small suitcase on the bed, I started shoving things from my dresser into it underwear, jeans, a small make up bag. I knew how to travel light. As I bent over to reach under the bed a hand wrapped over my mouth, and I was pulled back against one of Gabriel’s friends. The man’s body armor pressed into my spine, and I could feel his fear fill me.
“I’m going to let you go. Promise not to scream. Did Sylar hurt you?” Sylar? Was that the name Gabriel wore now? “Miss Gray, please, I’m trying to help you.”
I nodded into his hand. His fear wasn’t the only thing I could taste; the gun oil he’d used to clean his weapons was soaked into his gloves. There were two of them. They’d slipped in through the sliding glass door of my room, and had been hiding in the corners when I’d come in. They weren’t too bright. If they were they’d realize I wasn’t being forced to pack.
“Sylar?” I asked as I stepped away from them both. “Is that his name?”
“Yes, miss. He’s a very dangerous man. We want you to go through the door and let us protect you from him.” He placed his hand on my shoulder and gave me a watery smile. “Charlie will take you to our people.”
“You’re afraid of Sylar aren’t you?” I said as I gathered up their fear. There was so much of it. It filled the air and made me giddy as I twined their terror into a weapon of my own. “You should have been afraid of me too.”
Charlie and the other jerked like someone had grabbed their puppet strings. One after another the two men dropped to their knees. Their eyes threatening to pop out of their heads as the blood began to flow from their nose and eyes. Instead of screaming all they could do was keen like dolphins. Grabbing my suitcase and my laptop bag from under the bed I stepped over their bodies.
“She’ll change. Gabriel you can’t take Rachel with you.” My father was still lecturing when I came into the living room. But it really hadn’t been that long.
“Dad, we’re out of time. They’re here. Two of them were in my bedroom.”
“In your room.” Gabriel turned to go back the way I’d come, but then stopped when he realized he wasn’t needed.
“They’re either dead or insane.” I locked my eyes with our father. “Dad, get your bag and come on. We leave now. Sylar can get us past the rest. We’ll take my car.”
“You killed them?” Dad grabbed my arm as I tried to slip past him. The concern clung to me like the smell of burnt popcorn. “Rachel, you don’t have to be involved in this. I can go with him. Tell them Gabriel killed their men. Please stay here. Think of your life. You’d be giving everything up.”
“You’re my family. I’m not letting anyone hurt either one of you.”
“What about Luke?” My father asked as Sylar brought the boy out of the kitchen. The kid looked sleepy, but he’d never been too terribly bright. “We should leave him here.”
“No,” Sylar said, giving Luke a little shake to finish waking him up. “Luke can stop some of them too.” He grinned over at me as I reached for the front door. Blue balls of lightning played over his hands, preparing for battle. “I’m going to need to teach you something offensive, sis. Your power is too passive.”
“I’d like that. But call me sis again, and I’ll break your nose.” I focused on my car, my pretty red Mustang sitting in the driveway instead of the trio of Hummers and the squad of armed men squatting around my yard. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a bazooka being aimed at Gabriel’s head. Without looking back, I grabbed Dad’s hand and ran as something out of a Spielberg movie destroyed my house.
Sylar sent a bolt of lightning at the first Hummer. I let out a scream as it slithered over the metal and ducked as the car was blown off its wheels. I left my suitcase on the lawn, and keeping only my laptop bag clutched to my chest as I tried to unlock the car door. None of the men in black moved to stop me or my father. They still thought we were harmless. My brother’s rage hit me like a tsunami as I tossed my bag into the backseat.
“Passive,” I hissed. “I’ll show you passive.” I called it to me, all the fear, all the rage, all the joy in the destruction around me, and channeled it at a group of men rushing towards my car. They didn’t have time to scream before their brains exploded in their skulls. I smiled over at Sylar as their bodies hit the ground. “Get in the car!”
He sent a wave of force knocking them back, while Luke sent out a heat wave of some kind. Now that was surprising. I had no idea the little brat was special. When I’d looked after him I’d had to keep him from finger painting with shit on the walls of his nursery. Bullets stopped before they could hit any of us, and just fell to the ground like rain drops. Luke scrambled into the cramped backseat next to my father while Sylar dropped into the passenger seat.
“Shotgun!” he claimed with a bright smile as I slammed the car into reverse onto the street.
“Shit!” I shouted as my bumper scraped along one of the now ruined Hummers. The car spun on the pavement for too long before finally shooting down the street and to freedom.
“Rachel,” Dad panted from the backseat, clamping his hand on my shoulder. “Calm down. Sweetie, you’ve got to slow down and blend in. And in this car that’s not going to be easy.”
“Did you see it!” Luke shouted in victory as he turned to look through the back window. “I kicked their asses.”
“Yeah, you were the shits, kid.” Sylar leaned against the car door and looked over at me.
I couldn’t feel him now. I’d done too much. For the moment all I could feel were my own emotions. It was so peaceful to be numb. “I guess carnage is good for me.”
“You’ll need to hit an ATM. They’ll shut down your bank accounts and credit cards, and we’ll need to ditch your car too.”
“They can’t do that. Not unless they get the cops involved. And those guys were not the police, and I’m not ditching my car.”
“Rachel,” Sylar said, reaching over to put his hand over mine on the steering wheel. “They’re worse than the police. They’re the feds. That was our government back there.”