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2009-04-01
Characters: Gabriel
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 563
Note: After Gabriel kills Brian and Elle saves him. Before Sylar.
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scifi_muses
Who Are You? the Who
My fingers were shaking as I tried to open up the shop. Dropped the keys three times before I managed to shove the right key in place, and I was lucky I’d forgotten to put all of them in place. Resting my forehead against the thick glass of the door, I took a few deep breaths watching the glass steam over while I tried to collect my thoughts. The door opened with a press of my shoulder, but it took less pressure than it normally did. It liked to stick when the weather was wet, and it had been a rainy March. But it opened so fast, I nearly lost my balance.
It was stuffy and dank inside of my shop. I did my best to keep it clean. You can’t work on clocks with dust and cobwebs getting in the works, but I could never get the smell of damp out of it. But the carpet was old, it’d been there when my father opened the place, and that was a long, long time ago. There was a bright clean spot on it now though from where I’d scrubbed until my fingers were raw to get Brian’s blood out of it.
Reaching behind me as I shut the door, I flipped over the open sign and flicked on the lights. I was late. I was never late, but I’d had more important things to do this morning than open the shop. My knees hurt from the hours I’d spent praying for forgiveness for my sins. When I sank down behind my workbench I caught my reflection in a small mirror, and I didn’t recognize myself anymore. Who was I becoming?
I’d sinned, twice if you counted the attempted suicide. Elle saved me, but had she really? There was a monster crawling under my skin. Rubbing across the veins of my wrist, I thought about slashing them open, and letting my blood stain the carpet. Bleeding out had to be easier than a noose. I wonder if it hurts.
My soul is in tatters. I’ve murdered. I’ve tried to kill myself, and I couldn’t stop thinking about trying again. The monster was hungry, and I didn’t know what to do to stop it. I was scared, too scared to step into the confessional to beg for forgiveness. I didn’t want Father Tribiani to know what I’ve done. He’d given me my first Communion. What would he do when he found out I’d killed a man? Wrapping my arms around my stomach I curled into a ball, fighting back the need to puke. I dug through my tools, searching for something sharp enough to open my veins.
“RING, CLANG, BUZZ, COO COO, BONG!!!”
Every clock in the shop went off at once. Every single alarm, every single coo coo clock and grandfather chimed in to tell me it was noon. My heart pounded like a trapped rabbit, and I jerked so hard I knocked over a tray of clockwork gears the Swiss Army knife flew through the air. Getting up I spun in a circle looking at all the clocks.
“What?” I glanced at my watch. It was ten, but they’d all been set for noon. I heard giggling from the street, and looked out to see a gathering of the neighborhood kids. “Why?”
“April fools!” They shouted before running out into the streets.
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 563
Note: After Gabriel kills Brian and Elle saves him. Before Sylar.
Prompt for
scifi_muses Who Are You? the Who
My fingers were shaking as I tried to open up the shop. Dropped the keys three times before I managed to shove the right key in place, and I was lucky I’d forgotten to put all of them in place. Resting my forehead against the thick glass of the door, I took a few deep breaths watching the glass steam over while I tried to collect my thoughts. The door opened with a press of my shoulder, but it took less pressure than it normally did. It liked to stick when the weather was wet, and it had been a rainy March. But it opened so fast, I nearly lost my balance.
It was stuffy and dank inside of my shop. I did my best to keep it clean. You can’t work on clocks with dust and cobwebs getting in the works, but I could never get the smell of damp out of it. But the carpet was old, it’d been there when my father opened the place, and that was a long, long time ago. There was a bright clean spot on it now though from where I’d scrubbed until my fingers were raw to get Brian’s blood out of it.
Reaching behind me as I shut the door, I flipped over the open sign and flicked on the lights. I was late. I was never late, but I’d had more important things to do this morning than open the shop. My knees hurt from the hours I’d spent praying for forgiveness for my sins. When I sank down behind my workbench I caught my reflection in a small mirror, and I didn’t recognize myself anymore. Who was I becoming?
I’d sinned, twice if you counted the attempted suicide. Elle saved me, but had she really? There was a monster crawling under my skin. Rubbing across the veins of my wrist, I thought about slashing them open, and letting my blood stain the carpet. Bleeding out had to be easier than a noose. I wonder if it hurts.
My soul is in tatters. I’ve murdered. I’ve tried to kill myself, and I couldn’t stop thinking about trying again. The monster was hungry, and I didn’t know what to do to stop it. I was scared, too scared to step into the confessional to beg for forgiveness. I didn’t want Father Tribiani to know what I’ve done. He’d given me my first Communion. What would he do when he found out I’d killed a man? Wrapping my arms around my stomach I curled into a ball, fighting back the need to puke. I dug through my tools, searching for something sharp enough to open my veins.
“RING, CLANG, BUZZ, COO COO, BONG!!!”
Every clock in the shop went off at once. Every single alarm, every single coo coo clock and grandfather chimed in to tell me it was noon. My heart pounded like a trapped rabbit, and I jerked so hard I knocked over a tray of clockwork gears the Swiss Army knife flew through the air. Getting up I spun in a circle looking at all the clocks.
“What?” I glanced at my watch. It was ten, but they’d all been set for noon. I heard giggling from the street, and looked out to see a gathering of the neighborhood kids. “Why?”
“April fools!” They shouted before running out into the streets.
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