I really couldn't resist. My other Heroes fic got a rather small but supportive audience, so when I wrote this little thing tonight, I figured - why the hell not? So here it is. More Syelle.
"Enemy, familiar friend, my beginning and my end..." ~ 'Nothing and Everything' by RED
His hands were covered with blood - the trembling hands of a murderer. A man with his skull split open lay carelessly on the other side of the floor, the horrified expression the man died with and the blank eyes of the corpse staring back at the killer, taunting him. He should have died. The murderer, the killer, he should have died. He was going to die. It was her, she was the reason he was still alive. He'd had the chance to rid the world of himself for good, and he was doing it, he had been dying. He had been taking his own life, then she stepped into his world and changed it.
"Well look at you, Elle, just showing up out of nowhere."
And she had. In only a few hours, she had listened to him, she had trusted him - without even knowing what he'd done, the man he'd killed simply because he was 'special.' And he'd been so naive, so innocent that he didn't even realise he was being played.
"Like an angel."
But oh, Elle Bishop had not been an angel. She'd appeared to be one, all blonde hair and smiles. She was beautiful, and she reduced such a shy man like Gabriel to fixing buttons on his shirtsleeves and adjusting his glasses just as excuses not to meet her blue-eyed gaze. Maybe he shouldn't have been drawn in, but he had thought he knew how she worked, like he knew the inner workings of the watches he so loved to fix. He thought that she'd felt something too. Peach pie, baked ziti...broken watches... Did it mean anything, anything at all?
Had she ever really cared for him, or had she simply been playing a part?
Because he'd thought she cared. He really did.
But she'd been lying to him the whole time. She'd pretended to be amazed by his abilities, by his stolen ability. She'd played the wide-eyed child, awestruck by something that shouldn't even exist. When the whole time, she had an ability herself, she knew perfectly well who he was and what he'd done - she'd been following orders. He'd spared her life. Should he have? Should he have just let her run away, run back to her precious boss, or whoever it was that had bullied her into manipulating him? Should he have just cut her open and stolen her ability too?
If Gabriel was honest with himself, he couldn't. Not now, and not ever. He could never kill Elle Bishop, because he loved her. He couldn't help himself, and before he realised his rookie mistake, he'd fallen too hard. And that girl, that girl with the blonde hair and the broken watch, would be his weakness.
Drop me a line to tell me how I did, if you liked, add it to favourites or story alert, because this is not a one-shot, I do fully intend on writing more as soon as I get the chance, or the inspiration.
Cheers!
~Teddy