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2010-08-17
My name is Sylar.
It hasn’t always been that. For most of my previous life, I was Gabriel Gray. Gabriel was a watchmaker like his father before him and his father before that. Gabriel was brilliant. He was good in school. He was good at puzzles and math. He knew how things worked, but his mother was a clinging vine who wouldn’t let him escape her clutches.
He had a scholarship to one of the best universities, but she threatened to kill herself if he left her. He gave up his dreams, settling into the business and learned to do what his father had done. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the work. It was interesting. Some of the clocks were masterpieces, and it was a joy to make them run properly.
But Gabriel knew there was more.
He wanted to be special.
Chandra Suresh walked into the shop one day, and he dangled the biggest, brightest carrot in front of Gabriel’s nose. It was made of solid gold, and Gabriel bit into it. It tasted like honey and the promise of escape, the promise of a potential that had been denied him for so many years.
I was born of that promise and potential. Gabriel wanted, but he didn’t want enough to take. I did. I took, and I took and I took again, filling myself with power, and making me more than anyone else could be.
I’ve killed and been killed. Tortured and been tortured. Destroyed and been destroyed. But I always come back. I will always come back.
There are parts of Gabriel Gray still inside of me, but I keep him in check. His decisions tend to be sloppy, and they’ve fucked us up more times than I care to list. Going to Danko after meeting our real father comes to mind. Calling up our dead mother’s visage to wallow in guilt and insanity was another.
I am above such things.
I am Sylar.
30 Days About Me
It hasn’t always been that. For most of my previous life, I was Gabriel Gray. Gabriel was a watchmaker like his father before him and his father before that. Gabriel was brilliant. He was good in school. He was good at puzzles and math. He knew how things worked, but his mother was a clinging vine who wouldn’t let him escape her clutches.
He had a scholarship to one of the best universities, but she threatened to kill herself if he left her. He gave up his dreams, settling into the business and learned to do what his father had done. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the work. It was interesting. Some of the clocks were masterpieces, and it was a joy to make them run properly.
But Gabriel knew there was more.
He wanted to be special.
Chandra Suresh walked into the shop one day, and he dangled the biggest, brightest carrot in front of Gabriel’s nose. It was made of solid gold, and Gabriel bit into it. It tasted like honey and the promise of escape, the promise of a potential that had been denied him for so many years.
I was born of that promise and potential. Gabriel wanted, but he didn’t want enough to take. I did. I took, and I took and I took again, filling myself with power, and making me more than anyone else could be.
I’ve killed and been killed. Tortured and been tortured. Destroyed and been destroyed. But I always come back. I will always come back.
There are parts of Gabriel Gray still inside of me, but I keep him in check. His decisions tend to be sloppy, and they’ve fucked us up more times than I care to list. Going to Danko after meeting our real father comes to mind. Calling up our dead mother’s visage to wallow in guilt and insanity was another.
I am above such things.
I am Sylar.
30 Days About Me
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