HIATUS

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Requested by sylarclouds

He wanted so badly to move towards something good. Something that would change this. But there was no changing it, was there? Something had shattered in Gabriel and broken pieces off. Gabriel had died away and fell away. He wanted to reach for him now. But he couldn’t. He knew now that this wasn’t what he was here for. Had his mom sent him here for answers? Or for another reason? He wasn’t sure.

This wasn’t his brother. This was something else.

But the memories were sharp and real. He felt them through the air, through the words that Gabriel wasn’t saying. But he was talking, wasn’t he? He heard the words loud and clear. Like something was being played in the back of his mind. An old track. And he didn’t feel safe anymore.

But had he ever felt safe here?

He took a step back and looked around. He didn’t see an army. He saw darkness piling on top of darkness. He felt cold but even that was invisible. IN the way that he knew that things remained invisible, only to be felt. He knew so much. But not really. He knew nothing. He knew that.

“Mom sent me here. I don’t want to do a back and forth go around.”

Like Hell was he going to give into that.

When he thought of his mother he didn’t think of the way he had once thought of her. He didn’t think of the way she would smile at him and Peter as they raced one another through the park. He didn’t think of the world as he had once known it, of the smell his mother always had when she went in to kiss him goodnight. No what he thought of was a hushing voice and the sound of heels walking away.

What are we doing here? Nothing, shh, go back to sleep.

Snow. It was always snowing here.

Slowly he moved towards Peter, looking at that broken expression there on his face and his brows lifted with interest. Now that wasn’t the only reason was here, he couldn’t be here just because of that. He and Peter,  it had always been Gabriel and Peter.

“Tell her that she can see me when she ends up in Hell.”

And there’s a grin that shifts when a loud noise sharply rings through the air. he turns towards the source and then looks back at Peter. An alarm, a crawling darkness lifting in the air around them.

but then he relaxed because that meant then that what he said wasn’t going to be reported to his mom and he was free to do just what he wanted. Easy enough, wasn’t it?

With his brows lightly furrowed he moved his shake and leaned onto the table with a bit of a questioning look.

He felt each bullet as it entered Sylar’s body. He felt the force and the blood pour out onto him. He felt the heat and the cold. But he was still, not moving until the gunfire stopped. The smell of the rotting bodies was strong in his nose. The pressure of the bodies underneath was heavy and terrible, like he was sinking into the corpses. He got up a bit, shifting to a sitting position when the shooting stopped. Only he knew that it was going to keep going once they saw that they were alive.

He wasn’t going to ask questions, wasn’t going to ask Sylar why he helped him. The question was large and pressing at the back of his mind. It could be asked later. What mattered now was survival. What mattered now was getting the hell out of here. 

He would ask him later. He had the wondering thought if change was possible in hell?

He knew how far- not far at all. They would be knee deep in shit and blood before they got an escape route carved out but Sylar knew better. He had the ability to push these bodies out of the way and create some kind of parting the red sea imagery. He could do it but that would mean pushing Peter ahead of him.

That would mean saving him again.

Was Sylar even prepared to do it? Did he have it in him? He was the possible cure for the whole damned world, why not Peter too?

“Not far unless I move them. Only thing is you’re going to have to go first, get there and if you make it bring the car closer then I’ll bust my way through these dead ones quick enough.” he swallowed down harshly and uncertainly.

“I have.” he said with a small nod of his head. He swallowed harshly and noticed a small tick of something there on his face, there in the words that Gabriel said.

special.

His head tilted some curiously as he eyed people. he knew him. was the good ol’ prom king coming back? Was there familiarity glinting in those eyes of his?