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Sylar - @the_watchmaker – New York then Spain
I was supposed to protect him. I let him down. He looked up to me, and I failed him.
Calling the wind around me, I step off the roof of the building and let it carry me away. I don't pick a direction. I just let it take me. The sounds of nature roar in my ears. I am so angry that I'm creating a storm around me, and I don't care or try to hold it back. My storm blows across the Atlantic. Torrential rain in my wake, waves that would capsize ships if they were in my way. And I don't care. I'm so angry that I've lost reason. But mass destruction won't make me feel better.
I have the wind leave me on the coast of Spain. I hunt. It's dark when I speed to the closest city. I don't know where I am, but it doesn't matter. I am going to draw blood. That's what I want. Around me I can hear people talking behind their doors and windows, the sounds of snoring and making love.
Don't know who I'm looking for. I haven't killed in months. Not like this. Not out of anger. Only in self-defense or to protect someone I care about. I hate this feeling, but I love it at the same time. The monster wants out to cause havoc. To feel hot blood on his fingers.
My feet are silent as I stalk the streets. A fine mist falls and I let it. I feel like it should sizzle on my skin. My anger is burning through me like fire. A dog throws its body against a fence as i pass by. I jump and almost trip on the curb. For a moment I consider turning it inside out. But its a stupid animal. It doesn't deserve to die. When I glare at it through the fence it whimpers and runs away.
"Good choice."
Sweat plasters my shirt to my back. I am tired. The storm took so much out of me. I feel lost. Swirling into the darkness that fills me. Around me the city falls asleep. The lights going out. I feel more and more alone. I hate being alone.
All I wanted was a family. Someone to look after. Someone to take care of. I let out a bitter laugh. I wanted to keep him from turning into a murderer. But I'm far from home looking to kill a stranger because I'm hurt. Because I failed him.
"What the hell am I doing!" I look at my reflection in a shop window. "Who am I?"
I see him there. The monster is wearing my face again. "I hate you. I won't be you. Not again."
My first shatters the glass, blood drops splatter on the pavement as I step away. The wounds heal before I take three more steps. If I’d had more time, I could have taught him regeneration. He’d be alive now.
In the distance I hear a church's bell chime. It's midnight I follow the sound of the bells. It's getting colder, and I'm shivering. I should go home, but I'm too tired. I want to crawl into the dark.
I find the church. It's not hard. It's old; the plaster is cool under my fingers as I climb up the steps. I haven't been inside a church since Chicago when I killed Father Ryan for his ability.
"Please God. Don't let anyone special be inside."
It's cool inside, only a few candles are are still glowing in their sconces. It smells of roses and incense. I can hear the murmurs of a man somewhere in the building. He's speaking Spanish, but I can understand him well enough. I sit down on a pew, half expecting God to strike me dead for daring to walk on holy ground after what I've done
Bennet - @futurepurfect – in New York
I'm pacing, I've called Sylar several times now as well as txted him...I don't want to be the clingy fiancé, but enough is enough I pick my cell phone back up and turn on the GPS feature that we have in our phones. Doesn't take long for the signal for phone to register.
I frown, "Baby, why the hell are you in Spain?" I take off, using my speed to find. I turn off my speed as I near the dot on my phone screen. I look around me. It's dark and colder than I expected it to be in Spain. I spot the cathedral and know that that's where he went. He so regrets the priest he'd killed in Chicago.
I walk in, paying respects as I did. He's not hard to spot. I'm getting emotional because obviously he's very upset.
Together – the Church
I'm on my knees. Hands clasped together, saying words to prayers that I haven't said in so long. "I didn't want you to see me like this." I say it without opening my eyes. I know the sound of Bennet's heart beat and can smell her perfume.
"Then you should have answered your phone, a text or something. God Sylar, do you know how worried I was?" She kneels down beside me, close, but not touching me.
"I was so angry. I wanted to kill, to destroy. I saw red." I'm afraid to touch her. Afraid I might hurt her by accident
Bennet bows her head as the tears creep out silently, "What happened?"
"He's gone. Gabriel's gone." I turn and let her hold me. My tears burn my eyes. "I went to the shop. He was dead. Murdered."
She’s too stunned to say a word. She wraps her arms around me holding me tight. It takes her a moment to understand what I mean. That I’m talking about Gabriel Gray from an alternate time line to mine. I can feel the anger building inside her. Her own monster stirs in response to my pain. She’s there for me. I can feel how much she wants them dead. I can also feel her pride that I didn’t lose myself to the darkness, no matter how much I wanted to.
"It'd been hours. I couldn't bring him back. I tried. The healing wouldn't work. They'd stolen everything. Cleaned out everything of value in the shop. Smashed the display cases, broken the clocks. He wasn't like me. He didn't have to power to stop them." I'm shaking. My eyes are dry now. The anger flares in my gut and the need for death comes back. "They'll pay."
Bennet is getting angrier. I can feel her vibrating besides me "Yes, we'll do it together. Who, Sylar? Who did this to him?
I look up at her. "I saw their faces in the broken glass. I know who did it. They'll pay. They killed my brother."
"Like I said baby, we'll do it together."
"I shouldn't talk like that here. He wouldn't want me plotting revenge in a church. It's wrong." My hands are shaking, and I let her pull me to my feet.
"Then lets go." We stand heading for the door.
I was supposed to protect him. I let him down. He looked up to me, and I failed him.
Calling the wind around me, I step off the roof of the building and let it carry me away. I don't pick a direction. I just let it take me. The sounds of nature roar in my ears. I am so angry that I'm creating a storm around me, and I don't care or try to hold it back. My storm blows across the Atlantic. Torrential rain in my wake, waves that would capsize ships if they were in my way. And I don't care. I'm so angry that I've lost reason. But mass destruction won't make me feel better.
I have the wind leave me on the coast of Spain. I hunt. It's dark when I speed to the closest city. I don't know where I am, but it doesn't matter. I am going to draw blood. That's what I want. Around me I can hear people talking behind their doors and windows, the sounds of snoring and making love.
Don't know who I'm looking for. I haven't killed in months. Not like this. Not out of anger. Only in self-defense or to protect someone I care about. I hate this feeling, but I love it at the same time. The monster wants out to cause havoc. To feel hot blood on his fingers.
My feet are silent as I stalk the streets. A fine mist falls and I let it. I feel like it should sizzle on my skin. My anger is burning through me like fire. A dog throws its body against a fence as i pass by. I jump and almost trip on the curb. For a moment I consider turning it inside out. But its a stupid animal. It doesn't deserve to die. When I glare at it through the fence it whimpers and runs away.
"Good choice."
Sweat plasters my shirt to my back. I am tired. The storm took so much out of me. I feel lost. Swirling into the darkness that fills me. Around me the city falls asleep. The lights going out. I feel more and more alone. I hate being alone.
All I wanted was a family. Someone to look after. Someone to take care of. I let out a bitter laugh. I wanted to keep him from turning into a murderer. But I'm far from home looking to kill a stranger because I'm hurt. Because I failed him.
"What the hell am I doing!" I look at my reflection in a shop window. "Who am I?"
I see him there. The monster is wearing my face again. "I hate you. I won't be you. Not again."
My first shatters the glass, blood drops splatter on the pavement as I step away. The wounds heal before I take three more steps. If I’d had more time, I could have taught him regeneration. He’d be alive now.
In the distance I hear a church's bell chime. It's midnight I follow the sound of the bells. It's getting colder, and I'm shivering. I should go home, but I'm too tired. I want to crawl into the dark.
I find the church. It's not hard. It's old; the plaster is cool under my fingers as I climb up the steps. I haven't been inside a church since Chicago when I killed Father Ryan for his ability.
"Please God. Don't let anyone special be inside."
It's cool inside, only a few candles are are still glowing in their sconces. It smells of roses and incense. I can hear the murmurs of a man somewhere in the building. He's speaking Spanish, but I can understand him well enough. I sit down on a pew, half expecting God to strike me dead for daring to walk on holy ground after what I've done
Bennet - @futurepurfect – in New York
I'm pacing, I've called Sylar several times now as well as txted him...I don't want to be the clingy fiancé, but enough is enough I pick my cell phone back up and turn on the GPS feature that we have in our phones. Doesn't take long for the signal for phone to register.
I frown, "Baby, why the hell are you in Spain?" I take off, using my speed to find. I turn off my speed as I near the dot on my phone screen. I look around me. It's dark and colder than I expected it to be in Spain. I spot the cathedral and know that that's where he went. He so regrets the priest he'd killed in Chicago.
I walk in, paying respects as I did. He's not hard to spot. I'm getting emotional because obviously he's very upset.
Together – the Church
I'm on my knees. Hands clasped together, saying words to prayers that I haven't said in so long. "I didn't want you to see me like this." I say it without opening my eyes. I know the sound of Bennet's heart beat and can smell her perfume.
"Then you should have answered your phone, a text or something. God Sylar, do you know how worried I was?" She kneels down beside me, close, but not touching me.
"I was so angry. I wanted to kill, to destroy. I saw red." I'm afraid to touch her. Afraid I might hurt her by accident
Bennet bows her head as the tears creep out silently, "What happened?"
"He's gone. Gabriel's gone." I turn and let her hold me. My tears burn my eyes. "I went to the shop. He was dead. Murdered."
She’s too stunned to say a word. She wraps her arms around me holding me tight. It takes her a moment to understand what I mean. That I’m talking about Gabriel Gray from an alternate time line to mine. I can feel the anger building inside her. Her own monster stirs in response to my pain. She’s there for me. I can feel how much she wants them dead. I can also feel her pride that I didn’t lose myself to the darkness, no matter how much I wanted to.
"It'd been hours. I couldn't bring him back. I tried. The healing wouldn't work. They'd stolen everything. Cleaned out everything of value in the shop. Smashed the display cases, broken the clocks. He wasn't like me. He didn't have to power to stop them." I'm shaking. My eyes are dry now. The anger flares in my gut and the need for death comes back. "They'll pay."
Bennet is getting angrier. I can feel her vibrating besides me "Yes, we'll do it together. Who, Sylar? Who did this to him?
I look up at her. "I saw their faces in the broken glass. I know who did it. They'll pay. They killed my brother."
"Like I said baby, we'll do it together."
"I shouldn't talk like that here. He wouldn't want me plotting revenge in a church. It's wrong." My hands are shaking, and I let her pull me to my feet.
"Then lets go." We stand heading for the door.
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