"Gabriel!" Cara yelled out of her small bedroom window. Her brown hair, reflecting the sunlight, flew with the breeze. Her sparkly, dark eyes were enchanted by the site of a man below, to whom she yelled to. At his name, this man ( who stood out because the casual green sweater he wore ) turned around, the sun reflecting off of his black, thick-rimmed glasses.
"I love you!" She yelled. A smile, wide and bright, came across her face and the face of the man below her.
Cara woke up with a start. Her eyes deceived her. Instead of being in the soft, cozy bedroom of her apartment she was in a cold, grey concrete hell. She used her palm to wipe off the cold sweat off her forehead and went to wipe it on her pants. She found they were not her pink flannel bottoms but instead a white cotton pair. She wore a shirt to match. The white was casting an eerie glow against all the gray and silver in the room. A light gray stitching appeared over her heart on it, reading 'PRIMATECH-L.5'. She read the name aloud, her voice full of question, fear, and at the same time, curiosity.
She looked ahead and her eyes were filled with the site of a large glass window before her. She was on display for whoever on the outside in the equally gray hallway walked by. She had a direct view of the room across from hers, identical in every way except that it was vacant. Then she saw someone standing outside. A man watched her from that wall/window before her. Not just any man, the man from her dreams.
There were differences between the man in her dreams and the man that stood outside the glass. This man had left behind the green sweater in favor of a fine-tailored suit and the glasses were gone with the sweater. His hair,dark like his eyes, was slicked back and his face was shaved. His face that bore no smile.
"Gabriel?" She said his name in question instead of devotion in this world. She was free to leave her bed and she took that liberty. It took her four steps to take her before her side of the glass, each step bringing a sense of dread. If that was Gabriel, why was he on the outside free and why wasn't he trying to free her? Why hadn't he said a word, for example, when she called out to him? He did nothing but breathe as she approached. This gave her the idea that she wasn't in a good place to say the least.
"Gabriel," Cara pleaded " where am I?". The man said nothing. Cara's heart broke and she looked away in her confusion. She deduced she was on a drug and that had made her print the image of Gabriel on him. In reality, he was probably the exact opposite of handsome, slender, and kind Gabriel.
Amidst of her thoughts she heard a tap against the glass behind her. She turned around, expecting the real image of the man, seeing that it was still Gabriel. His large, pale hand pressed against the glass, long fingers spread apart as if in hopes of falling through the divider to touch her.
A weak smile is what she gave him and pressed her smaller, pale hand against the glass where his was. She met his eyes that smiled back. That told her that someone or something else was around, controlling him. Cara learned this during his years with his mother, Virginia.
Her hand retracted as a petite woman came from the shadows of the hallway and stood beside him. She looked straight at Cara, something Cara didn't like. The woman smiled and spoke, but not at Cara.
"Ah! She's awake!" Cara thought her voice had a perturbing quality to it. She hoped that's all the woman would say, but then again she also hoped she in a really bad nightmare. Much to her dismay, the woman continued to speak.
"Is my boy happy with his gift?" The woman's arm extended upwards so her thin fingers could caress his cheek. Distressed, Cara spoke out.
" Her boy?" She looked at him. "What is she talking about?" She looked at the woman when Gabriel didn't answer fast enough. "Who are you?". The woman dropped her arm and locked eyes with Cara.
"I'm Angela Petrelli, and I'm his mother." She gave Gabriel a look only mother's gave their sons. A look Virginia never gave him. Cara wouldn't of believed her is she hadn't done that.
" Angela Petrelli." Cara repeated.
" Yes." She said.
" OK, well, Mrs. Petrelli. What," She looked around the room, " am I doing here?"
" How polite, she calls me 'Mrs.'. I can sort of make out why you took an interest in her, Gabriel." Angela stepped closer to the glass. Gabriel's hand hadn't moved from it's spot.
" Took an interest?" Cara's voice imitated Angela's in its catty fashion. "Lady, I don't know you but I'll tell you this, Gabriel took more than just 'an interest' in me." Cara knew Angela had something to do with her imprisonment, and even though she didn't sense anything good off of that woman she didn't sense any imminent threats either.
"Oh,well, that attitude changed rather quick. Honey, you should've mentioned the manic depression." Angela smirked. Cara felt her cheeks reddening.
"Listen, lady, one more insult and I might just pull you through this glass." Angela took one more step closer to Cara. The only thing between them was a inch of space with the window split between them.
"Oh, Miss Odelle.We both know that super strength isn't exactly your gift." Cara's eyes widened, stupefied by her comment.
"What are you talking about?" Her voice failed in her attempt to hide her secret. Angela knew she was bullshitting her.
"Don't play stupid with me, Miss Odelle." Angela smirked. "Where the hell do you think you are?"
"Funny, I keep asking that but no one seems to answer me!" Cara remarked. Cara's voice didn't fail in showing her vexation.
"Honey, you're surrounded by individuals with great ability. The man in the cell next to you, for example, is capable of deadly pyrokinesis. There used to be a man in the other cell next to you who could cause a building to fall with his voice. So don't pretend that you don't belong in the same group with them." She stated. Cara felt her skin crawl as Angela compared her to the other superhumans. She didn't stop there.
"In fact Miss Odelle, if there were any other levels of my company, I would place you in the one closest to the core of the Earth." Cara was alarmed. It sounded like a compliment than a declaration of despise for her ability.
"Why?" She asked. Her heartbeat increased as she awaited Mrs. Petrelli's answer. Her head pounded in her head, creating a cruel beat along with her heart. The world's worst music to listen to while being put on hold.
"Again, you're playing stupid. I don't appreciate that Cara. In fact, it's quite nettlesome." Angela said her first name, causing her skin to crawl once more. Then the beating inside of her stopped as Angela finshed.
"If you don't know what to call your ability, it's hydokinesis." Gabriel smiled at her words, she continued. "You're aware that you can control water and, if you hadn't figured it out already, other liquids as well. Last night also proved that you also have substantial talent in cryokinesis as well." Both Angela and Gabriel smiled as she finished with:
"You can control all liquids. Miss Odelle, if you don't understand the full meaning of that than it's a pity that such a wonderful talent was bestowed upon you." Still they smiled.
Cara understood what that meant, quite well. Cara turned around, sick of the site of that woman, and walked toward the bed to sit. She felt like a monster as she confessed to herself what she had done in her past after discovering this ability. Her mood took a dramatic change from distressed and frightened to self-disgust and , with surprise, deservance of her situation.
"Welcome to Primatech, Cara Odelle." Angela's sliced through her thoughts and left Cara, walking away from the window and Gabriel. Cara looked up from her lap, astonished that tears were running down her cheeks but also that he was still there with his hand pressed against the window. His face still bearing that smile.
Cara looked at him and finally realized the obvious. She said her thoughts aloud.
"You're not Gabriel." His smile never vanished as he was walked away in the direction his mother took. Cara sat on what was now her bed, in her cell. In her Hell.