The Colors of Gabrial Gray (One-Shot)
Blue
He never really liked going outside, it was always much too bright, a much too vibrant shade. But his mother was a very religious person, where as he was not. Even so, he was forced into his best clothes and down to the local church every Sunday morning. In the morning, everything was just that much brighter, that much...bluer, and he really didn't like it all that much. He'd rather be in his father's insignificant, little workshop.
Green
In all of his mother's snowglobes, something had to be some nice shade of green, to make it seem real. Be it a little sign, some fake grass, a tree, or some other plant, something was just always green. Sometimes, he was tempted to smash those stupid snowglobes, to show his mother that the world wasn't in them, that the world just wasn't that pleasent, safe shade of green.
Yellow
He felt good when he was repairing his timepieces. His father showed him the basics, but he seemed to be a natural. He just seemed to know how things worked, how the pieces should go. It was all so simple to him, especially those cheap, kids' watches. He wasn't sure why exactly, but he enjoyed fixing those the most. So, when a little girl came into his father's workshop with a bright yellow watch, telling him in a sickeningly cute voice that it was broken, he smiled at her and her mother, saying he would fix it for free.
Red
Blood used to make the man sick, especially when he was a little kid. He hated the sight of it so much, in fact, that he would run away from others when they began to bleed, but as he got older, he got more and more used to it, and so he stopped running. It still made his stomach churn, but it wasn't all that bad. He got used to it. At least, Sylar did.
Black
He wore that color alot now. Black hats, black coats, shirts, pants, and shoes. The color reminded him of the dark, where he felt safe, where he felt invinicble. He hid in the dark, and he hurt people in it. What wasn't thrilled by the new...important qualities he gained in the shadows, was horrified by what he was doing. But he ignored that, and kept hiding, and kept hurting. He didn't really care anymore.
White
What was in his mother's snowglobes? Fake snow? Of course. It looked so clean, so safe, and he remembered wanting to ruin that when he was younger. Now, he was spraying water into his mother's living room, turning it into fresh powder to give her her own snowglobe. It was so pure, so clean, so safe...until he ruined it. Like he had always been tempted to do when he was a kid, and he didn't even mean to.
Gray
His name was Sylar, it wasn't Gabrial Gray anymore. He had to remind a man in horned rimmed glasses of that once, but he insisted on calling him Gabrial. He wasn't, he was the serial killer bent on taking everyones' special ability, bent on being the only special person on Earth. Gabrial was just a watchmaker's son, then a watchmaker himself, with a few problems, and whose world just turned a little bit gray.