Based on the book "Knights In Hell." What if there was something, a truth about Gabriel and of Sylar. What is that truth is to come to play in order to save the world, and Gabriel from himself. *Petlar fic, Rated M for later scenes.*
I do not own Heroes, it's a good show but I hate that I don't get to see all my favorite characters all to much. Enjoy, and please review. Also, I apologize ahead of time, English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistranslation or spelling errors. Thank you for your time.
"Rebirth." - Peter Petrelli x Gabriel Gray Fic.
Prologue
Kirby Plaza - Peter's POV
"Hiro! I'm gonna need you to kill me." It's the only way to stop this.
"Okay, I'm s-so very sorry." He states, but before his chance is set, Sylar had him thrown across the plaza. The look in his eyes only seemed to make me lose even more control, but then he rests his head as he bleeds out on the ground. I see Claire pick up the gun out of the corner of my eye, and I wait for it. I know she doesn't want to but she has to pull the trigger. I keep an eye on Sylar to see if he has any last tricks left, but I can see that he does not. Then suddenly Nathan stops Claire. What is he doing?
"Peter." Such a simple thing that creates an idea of understanding, I can not let him do this. As he walk towards our fate, my hearts drops down, creating an unsettling feeling inside me. So this is it?
"Wait!" Everyone's attention is turned to a woman who runs in. She doesn't look to old, maybe in her late forties though.
"You don't have to do this, no one has to die." The woman pulls out a syringe out of her pocket along with a vile or capsule of some sort.
"You have to understand me, just please trust me. Trust me with Sylar." I turn my attention towards the dead man, Nathan nods in approval. As she lays down next to Sylar she pulls down his collar in order to inject him.
"This blood that I am injecting him with, will not only remove the chemical that is suppressing him true form, but will help control the demon inside of him." I still try to get control, though my effort seems to have no effect, I begin to notice Sylar's wounds begin to heal. Soon he regains consciousness and gasps for some needed air. He looks confused, uncertain, as if he has no idea as to what's going on. His face then contorts to pain as he screams in agony as he clenches his chest and roll on to his knees, his head mending the ground. What the hell is going on! The sound of cloth being torn is heard, I notice that on back, it seems that something is trying to push it's way through. Another scream is cast out and something long and bloody is formed.
"What the hell is he?" Claire states, I look a little more closely at the now bloody figure.
"It looks like -"
"Wings?"