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thewatchmaker
thewatchmakerTitle: Another Fallen Angel
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thewatchmaker
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Pairings or Characters: Gabriel Gray
Warnings: Violence
Word Count: 759
Summary: What happened after the battle between Peter and Sylar in Five Years Gone.
Heat like being at the center of the sun boiled away my flesh. My screams were swallowed by the thunderous roar of our power as they clashed like stars that had lost their true path. I could taste stench of my own skin charring away as Peter Petrelli did to me what he had done to so many innocent people in New York City. He was a murderer. Killed millions of people because he couldn’t control the gifts he’s been given.
And they made me out to be the monster. Fuckers.
But this time it was different. Nakamura was dead. He wasn’t going to take me out from behind and I finally had the cheerleader’s gift. Even as I cried out I could feel by body rebuilding itself from the inside out. Through the blazing red fire of Petrelli’s attack, I grinned as he too was torn apart by my own cold blue fire.
We could have been brothers. We should have been family. But we were so much more than that. We were enemies. I hated him more than anyone on Earth. He’d blamed me for his crimes. He had to die.
Calling on all of my rage and so much more I sent one last blast of nuclear fire at him. Our powers crashed into each others the shock wave sent me back spinning out of control. I tried to fly, but I couldn’t tell which way was up or down. Still screaming I was tossed into space, burning like a comet I soared through the air.
Then I was falling. My body was trying to knit, but even as it did blisters bubbled tearing away chunks of flesh. Peter had burned out my eyes. I was blind, with only gravity guiding my way as I plummeted back to Earth like Lucifer himself being cast out of heaven.
Instead of the ground I splashed down into water. It was shallow and boiled away from the heat I was radiating in a hiss of radioactive steam. On my knees, I cried out unable to form words until I regenerated my lips and tongue. When I could see, I found my hands on my knees. I was naked on a wide expanse of marble with statues of Greek gods surrounding me with wings outspread like angels.
Getting slowly to my feet, I turned in a slow circle to get my bearings. Then I started laughing. I’d never been to Las Vegas before, but I knew it from the pictures I’d seen. Bright sparkling lights of the Strip glittered over head as I kept laughing like a madman.
I was alive. Peter Petrelli was no where in sight.
“Sir?” a casino security guard stood at the edge of the fountain near to me. He had a gun at his side, but he didn’t draw it on me. In five years most of the world had forgotten what Sylar looked like. “Are you all right sir?”
“Yes,” I said finding my voice. Looking down at my nakedness, I clothed myself in an illusion of work out clothes. “I’m fine. I think I’ve had too much to drink.”
“Are you staying here at the Palace sir?” The guard looked at me, and held his hands out to help me out of the fountain.
“Yes I am,” I smoothly lied. “I’m sure I’ll be fine once I sleep it off.”
He helped me all the way into the grand entrance of the old hotel and casino. I smiled at him as I headed up the elevator. When I got to the top floor, where the high roller suites were, I listened through the doors until I found an empty suite. There were six to choose from, so it didn’t take long. I reached through the door and opened it from the inside.
The view was spectacular. Nearly as beautiful as the view I had had in the Oval Office. “This will do for now.”
I let myself into the other suites on the floor until I had all the clothing I would need and some money too. When I saw a discarded newspaper in the trash, I sank down hard on the edge of the coffee table in the opulent suite. It was 2008. I'd not only been blasted from Washington DC over thousands of miles, but I'd been knocked into the past as well.
"Now this is going to be fun." I slipped out of the hotel, and started strolling down the Strip. "If I'm here, where the hell are you Peter?"
Author:
thewatchmaker Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Pairings or Characters: Gabriel Gray
Warnings: Violence
Word Count: 759
Summary: What happened after the battle between Peter and Sylar in Five Years Gone.
Heat like being at the center of the sun boiled away my flesh. My screams were swallowed by the thunderous roar of our power as they clashed like stars that had lost their true path. I could taste stench of my own skin charring away as Peter Petrelli did to me what he had done to so many innocent people in New York City. He was a murderer. Killed millions of people because he couldn’t control the gifts he’s been given.
And they made me out to be the monster. Fuckers.
But this time it was different. Nakamura was dead. He wasn’t going to take me out from behind and I finally had the cheerleader’s gift. Even as I cried out I could feel by body rebuilding itself from the inside out. Through the blazing red fire of Petrelli’s attack, I grinned as he too was torn apart by my own cold blue fire.
We could have been brothers. We should have been family. But we were so much more than that. We were enemies. I hated him more than anyone on Earth. He’d blamed me for his crimes. He had to die.
Calling on all of my rage and so much more I sent one last blast of nuclear fire at him. Our powers crashed into each others the shock wave sent me back spinning out of control. I tried to fly, but I couldn’t tell which way was up or down. Still screaming I was tossed into space, burning like a comet I soared through the air.
Then I was falling. My body was trying to knit, but even as it did blisters bubbled tearing away chunks of flesh. Peter had burned out my eyes. I was blind, with only gravity guiding my way as I plummeted back to Earth like Lucifer himself being cast out of heaven.
Instead of the ground I splashed down into water. It was shallow and boiled away from the heat I was radiating in a hiss of radioactive steam. On my knees, I cried out unable to form words until I regenerated my lips and tongue. When I could see, I found my hands on my knees. I was naked on a wide expanse of marble with statues of Greek gods surrounding me with wings outspread like angels.
Getting slowly to my feet, I turned in a slow circle to get my bearings. Then I started laughing. I’d never been to Las Vegas before, but I knew it from the pictures I’d seen. Bright sparkling lights of the Strip glittered over head as I kept laughing like a madman.
I was alive. Peter Petrelli was no where in sight.
“Sir?” a casino security guard stood at the edge of the fountain near to me. He had a gun at his side, but he didn’t draw it on me. In five years most of the world had forgotten what Sylar looked like. “Are you all right sir?”
“Yes,” I said finding my voice. Looking down at my nakedness, I clothed myself in an illusion of work out clothes. “I’m fine. I think I’ve had too much to drink.”
“Are you staying here at the Palace sir?” The guard looked at me, and held his hands out to help me out of the fountain.
“Yes I am,” I smoothly lied. “I’m sure I’ll be fine once I sleep it off.”
He helped me all the way into the grand entrance of the old hotel and casino. I smiled at him as I headed up the elevator. When I got to the top floor, where the high roller suites were, I listened through the doors until I found an empty suite. There were six to choose from, so it didn’t take long. I reached through the door and opened it from the inside.
The view was spectacular. Nearly as beautiful as the view I had had in the Oval Office. “This will do for now.”
I let myself into the other suites on the floor until I had all the clothing I would need and some money too. When I saw a discarded newspaper in the trash, I sank down hard on the edge of the coffee table in the opulent suite. It was 2008. I'd not only been blasted from Washington DC over thousands of miles, but I'd been knocked into the past as well.
"Now this is going to be fun." I slipped out of the hotel, and started strolling down the Strip. "If I'm here, where the hell are you Peter?"
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