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Floating in a sea of crude oil, that’s where I found myself. My toes could barely reach the bottom and each wave tossed me deeper into the black. I started to swim, fighting the flood of Gabriel’s psyche. I had no concept of time, and I had no idea how long I’d been locked away. The slime clung to me with each stroke I took as I tried to reach the shore. My skin was covered in clots of muck that chilled me to the bone. No matter how far I swam the shore never got closer.

The sky was burning white. No clouds. No sun. Nothing but glare. It hurt to look at it. The yin yang aspects weren’t lost on me. I was caught between heaven and hell, good and evil, life and death. Trapped in my own mind while Bennet was out there with Him. Gabriel, whose soul was a myriad of grays and shadows growing darker all the time.

I felt it. The shift when Bennet turned from curiosity to prey. The itch at the base of my skull that said take her and feed. Fingers wrapping around that chunk of ugly crystal. The thirst to murder filling my being.

“Gabriel!” Shouting wouldn’t help. He wouldn’t hear me. He was lost to it. The hunger more part of him now than it was me. It would want to be with the weaker of us, since that one would be easier to control. Sometimes being able to figure things out is a curse.

Floating and fighting the boundary between the light and dark wasn’t getting me anywhere, so I dove down into the black. Once I broke through the membrane it sucked me down, a force I couldn’t fight if I tried.

Images of what he was doing flashed before me. He was hurting her, terrorizing her and I had to stop him. All those powers we’d collected were there for me to use, and this time I’d use them on myself.

I woke up in the street or I should say came back to life. Throwing Gabriel in front of a city bus wasn’t part of the plan, but it worked wonders. He was back where he belonged, and I had to patch things up with Bennet. If she hates me for what he did, I don’t know what I’ll do.

She was huddled in the back of the shop. Covered in blood, and not much else. I had to coax her out to let me touch her. I told her I love her.

I won’t let him have control again. I can’t. He’ll kill her. My only real choice is to integrate. I don’t want them to be part of me neither one of them. But there are no other options.


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Sylar - Gabriel Gray

July 2012

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