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Character: Gabriel Gray/Sylar
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 576
Prompt: Broken Glasses for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scifi_muses
Setting: Possible future
They forgot about me. When my heart started beating again, it was all I could hear. The air was stale, and all I could smell was my own stink. I pushed against the cover of the plastic coffin I was trapped in; I pulled needles and wires from my skin. I healed quickly as always.
Outside the chamber it was nearly pitch black. Only the lights of a few machines still blinked. I was naked. I was also completely alone.
A trio of other tubes like the one I had been in filled the room. The other two held what had once been people like me. Now all that was there were dried bones and mummified skin. Apparently my tube lasted the longest, and with my abilities I didn’t die like these two had over the years.
There were other bodies in the compound, some inside of failed tubes, but many, many more just crumpled into the corridors. They’d all been dead for years, if not decades, but the traces of bullet holes and scorch marks on the walls showed they hadn’t gone easily into death’s embrace.
I don’t know how long it took me to crawl out of there. I found something to wear, simple coveralls and a pair of boots. A pair of broken glasses were lying besides the hatchway out. It had been torn off its hinges and was half a football field away on sand.
When I got to the surface, I was in the middle of nowhere. It was a damned good thing that I could fly. I crossed the desert quickly, landing only when I got close to the lights of civilization. My stomach growled when the smell of food reached me. Nothing looked like it should have. The Company had locked me up for a very, very long time.
“Can I help you?” I looked up from where I’d been crouched against the wall of a building to find a woman dressed in the black and white of a nun’s habit. “Let’s get you inside. It isn’t safe to be out at night here. But then you look like you already know that.”
“No, it isn’t safe.” I scooted up the wall until I was standing over her. “Sister,” I asked as I followed her into the crowded warehouse filled with the dregs of society. I fit right in with my unruly hair and worn clothing. “Where am I?”
“You’re in Odessa, Texas dear.” She smiled at me with the patience of an angel. I could tell she’d told so many others that answer in her work. “Where did you come from? Do you remember?”
“I really don’t remember.” I took the tray and empty bowl she handed me. “My name is Gabriel.”
“It’s nice to meet you Gabriel.” She tucked her hand into my arm to lead me through the soup line. “I’m Lucille. This is the Odessa Salvation Station.”
I held out the bowl while the man behind the soup pot filled it with some greasy looking slop. The smell of it mingled with my own stink made me want to throw up, but I knew I needed to eat something. As I took a few slices of bread, I saw a calendar on the wall.
“2059?” I sat down hard on the first empty seat I could find. Sister Lucille had gone to help someone else. “It’s 2059? Fifty years. I’ve lost fifty god damn years.”
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 576
Prompt: Broken Glasses for
scifi_musesSetting: Possible future
They forgot about me. When my heart started beating again, it was all I could hear. The air was stale, and all I could smell was my own stink. I pushed against the cover of the plastic coffin I was trapped in; I pulled needles and wires from my skin. I healed quickly as always.
Outside the chamber it was nearly pitch black. Only the lights of a few machines still blinked. I was naked. I was also completely alone.
A trio of other tubes like the one I had been in filled the room. The other two held what had once been people like me. Now all that was there were dried bones and mummified skin. Apparently my tube lasted the longest, and with my abilities I didn’t die like these two had over the years.
There were other bodies in the compound, some inside of failed tubes, but many, many more just crumpled into the corridors. They’d all been dead for years, if not decades, but the traces of bullet holes and scorch marks on the walls showed they hadn’t gone easily into death’s embrace.
I don’t know how long it took me to crawl out of there. I found something to wear, simple coveralls and a pair of boots. A pair of broken glasses were lying besides the hatchway out. It had been torn off its hinges and was half a football field away on sand.
When I got to the surface, I was in the middle of nowhere. It was a damned good thing that I could fly. I crossed the desert quickly, landing only when I got close to the lights of civilization. My stomach growled when the smell of food reached me. Nothing looked like it should have. The Company had locked me up for a very, very long time.
“Can I help you?” I looked up from where I’d been crouched against the wall of a building to find a woman dressed in the black and white of a nun’s habit. “Let’s get you inside. It isn’t safe to be out at night here. But then you look like you already know that.”
“No, it isn’t safe.” I scooted up the wall until I was standing over her. “Sister,” I asked as I followed her into the crowded warehouse filled with the dregs of society. I fit right in with my unruly hair and worn clothing. “Where am I?”
“You’re in Odessa, Texas dear.” She smiled at me with the patience of an angel. I could tell she’d told so many others that answer in her work. “Where did you come from? Do you remember?”
“I really don’t remember.” I took the tray and empty bowl she handed me. “My name is Gabriel.”
“It’s nice to meet you Gabriel.” She tucked her hand into my arm to lead me through the soup line. “I’m Lucille. This is the Odessa Salvation Station.”
I held out the bowl while the man behind the soup pot filled it with some greasy looking slop. The smell of it mingled with my own stink made me want to throw up, but I knew I needed to eat something. As I took a few slices of bread, I saw a calendar on the wall.
“2059?” I sat down hard on the first empty seat I could find. Sister Lucille had gone to help someone else. “It’s 2059? Fifty years. I’ve lost fifty god damn years.”
