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Title: Cold November Rain
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thewatchmaker
Rating: PG
Genre: Gen
Pairings or Characters: Gabriel Gray
Warnings: Violence
Word Count: 688
Prompt: In the Rain![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
heroes_contest
Summary: A little slice of what made Gabriel Sylar.
The gray concrete of the sidewalk came rushing toward my face. Scraping my hands raw, I tried to stop the next step in my shame, but with one more kick to my stomach Richard made sure that I landed face first on the rain covered pavement. Shattering on impact my glasses sent shards of thick broken glass into my cheeks. I lost what little air I could keep in my lungs with a grunt.
“Queer.”
“Momma’s Boy.”
“Crybaby. You going to cry now, Gabwrielle?”
“Gonna tell your mommy?”
Another kick to my kidneys and I curled into a ball in pain and because I was trying so hard not to pee my pants. I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see them surrounding me like a pack of hyenas with a wounded lion cub from some documentary on Discovery. It was like watching the kill shot in slow motion.
I could feel each drop of icy rain as it hit my face, washing the blood and snot from my busted nose away until the puddle I was in turned pink. The air I didn’t know I’d taken in rushed out of me in a cry as one of them sat on my back hard. His fingers locked in my hair as he rubbed my face into the cement.
Another of them snatched up my glasses and I watched them as they sailed out into traffic. I kept hoping someone would stop them. That someone, anyone would save me, even my mother, but no one cared, no one said a word. I saw shoes and ankles of people as they walked by letting the bullies kick the crap out of me again.
“What do you want?” I wheezed from between my swelling lips. It came out as a lisp that got me smacked in the back of the head again. “I already gave you my lunch money.”
“Maybe we just like to watch you bleed?”
“Yeah maybe we do.”
I could feel my hatred boiling in my gut. It made the skin on my face as hot as my scalding tears as they ran down my cheeks to mix with the rain. My fingers were bruised and cut, but they wanted so badly to be digging out Richard’s eyes.
I hated them. I hated them for picking on me. I hated them for beating me up again and again. Most of all I hated that they knew I was afraid of them; I hated them because they knew I was weak. Someday I’d make them pay.
“Stop please!” I croaked out as I felt one of them start to tug off my shoes. Soon my socks were soaking up the raindrops sending a fresh chill up my legs. There was more laughter as they tied the laces together before launching them up over the power lines where they’d hang until the laces rotted away.
“Get away from him!” I winced at the sound of my mother’s voice.
The four bullies stiffened when they heard her, and Richard’s breath was hot on my ear. “Look, mommy’s come to save you Gabriel. Be sure to have her kiss all your boo boos.”
I kept my eyes shut as they ran off, their feet splashing through the puddles. She pulled me into her lap like I was a baby, while I tried to push her away. I was embarrassed. I was hurt and now I was ashamed too. I could hear them laughing from across the street, and seeing them snicker while I licked the blood off of my split lip. The taste made me gag.
“Mom let me go!” I yanked my arm free and got to my feet. I was covered in muck from the sidewalk and soaked to the bone. “I want to go home.”
They followed laughing as my mother walked me home like I was still seven, not the ten years old I was now. I couldn’t see them. Whenever I turned my head they’d be gone, but I knew they were there. Waiting for me to be alone again, they never had long to wait.
Author:
thewatchmakerRating: PG
Genre: Gen
Pairings or Characters: Gabriel Gray
Warnings: Violence
Word Count: 688
Prompt: In the Rain
heroes_contest Summary: A little slice of what made Gabriel Sylar.
The gray concrete of the sidewalk came rushing toward my face. Scraping my hands raw, I tried to stop the next step in my shame, but with one more kick to my stomach Richard made sure that I landed face first on the rain covered pavement. Shattering on impact my glasses sent shards of thick broken glass into my cheeks. I lost what little air I could keep in my lungs with a grunt.
“Queer.”
“Momma’s Boy.”
“Crybaby. You going to cry now, Gabwrielle?”
“Gonna tell your mommy?”
Another kick to my kidneys and I curled into a ball in pain and because I was trying so hard not to pee my pants. I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to see them surrounding me like a pack of hyenas with a wounded lion cub from some documentary on Discovery. It was like watching the kill shot in slow motion.
I could feel each drop of icy rain as it hit my face, washing the blood and snot from my busted nose away until the puddle I was in turned pink. The air I didn’t know I’d taken in rushed out of me in a cry as one of them sat on my back hard. His fingers locked in my hair as he rubbed my face into the cement.
Another of them snatched up my glasses and I watched them as they sailed out into traffic. I kept hoping someone would stop them. That someone, anyone would save me, even my mother, but no one cared, no one said a word. I saw shoes and ankles of people as they walked by letting the bullies kick the crap out of me again.
“What do you want?” I wheezed from between my swelling lips. It came out as a lisp that got me smacked in the back of the head again. “I already gave you my lunch money.”
“Maybe we just like to watch you bleed?”
“Yeah maybe we do.”
I could feel my hatred boiling in my gut. It made the skin on my face as hot as my scalding tears as they ran down my cheeks to mix with the rain. My fingers were bruised and cut, but they wanted so badly to be digging out Richard’s eyes.
I hated them. I hated them for picking on me. I hated them for beating me up again and again. Most of all I hated that they knew I was afraid of them; I hated them because they knew I was weak. Someday I’d make them pay.
“Stop please!” I croaked out as I felt one of them start to tug off my shoes. Soon my socks were soaking up the raindrops sending a fresh chill up my legs. There was more laughter as they tied the laces together before launching them up over the power lines where they’d hang until the laces rotted away.
“Get away from him!” I winced at the sound of my mother’s voice.
The four bullies stiffened when they heard her, and Richard’s breath was hot on my ear. “Look, mommy’s come to save you Gabriel. Be sure to have her kiss all your boo boos.”
I kept my eyes shut as they ran off, their feet splashing through the puddles. She pulled me into her lap like I was a baby, while I tried to push her away. I was embarrassed. I was hurt and now I was ashamed too. I could hear them laughing from across the street, and seeing them snicker while I licked the blood off of my split lip. The taste made me gag.
“Mom let me go!” I yanked my arm free and got to my feet. I was covered in muck from the sidewalk and soaked to the bone. “I want to go home.”
They followed laughing as my mother walked me home like I was still seven, not the ten years old I was now. I couldn’t see them. Whenever I turned my head they’d be gone, but I knew they were there. Waiting for me to be alone again, they never had long to wait.
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