OK, here goes for chapter 2!
A/N: Sylar/Gabriel is a little OOC in this, but as you will see, he is no longer the same person as on the show. Non Heroes watchers, ignore my ramblings.
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He watched them come to and fro, milling about like fish in a pond. Opening the manila file in his hand, he scanned the information once more, committing it to memory one final time, turning to the photos.
Glancing through the crowd, he found his first 'recruit', as Maran was so amusingly calling them. Moving through the crowd, he was a man with a purpose, a man with a destination. Gabriel slipped out from the shadows and followed him carefully, getting close enough to sense the power that lay dormant inside him.
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'I'm gonna kill them all.'
Mac Taylor turned, surprised. Searching the crowd for the speaker, he heard it again, clear as a bell, inside his head. 'I'm gonna kill them, and then myself.'
Over there. A man, tall, skinny but well built, wearing a long coat and a baseball hat was watching him intently, his dark eyes boring into Mac's. He reached into his inside pocket and grasped something. Could it be a gun? Probably not. Did Mac want to take that chance? Definitely not. Moving swiftly, he ducked around into an alley and drew his gun. He knew this city like the back of his hand, and he circled the building, coming around behind the man.
He raised his gun, pointing it at the baseball cap. 'NYPD, drop your weapon.' He ordered, eyes never leaving the other man.
He turned slowly, and brought his hand out of his coat. It held nothing, and Mac cursed inwardly.
The man smiled, and took his baseball cap off, showing Mac angular features and prominent eyebrows. 'Hello Maclaren.'
Mac frowned. How did this man know his real name? Not even Stella knew that, the only person that knew was Claire. 'How did you know my name?'
'I know a lot about you. I know you're hearing voices, you think you're going crazy. I know you lost your wife and you still blame yourself.'
'Who are you?'
'I'm not important. What's important is that you come with me. I have something for you. A message from your wife.'
Mac was torn. This guy was obviously some whack job stalking him, but yet…
For the past few days, Mac had been hearing voice in his head. He'd put it down to not enough sleep, but maybe it was something more.
And Claire…
He sighed and holstered his gun, following after the mysterious man silently, wondering what he could possibly have to show him.
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Following him down a dark alley, Mac focused intently on the dark figure leading him through the maze of alleys in New York City. Suddenly there was an onslaught of whispers coming from him, and Mac clutched his head.
Forcing himself to concentrate, he blocked out most of the thought except one, which intrigued him.
Sylar…
A name? A place?
Mac tucked the name away for later on and quickened his pace until he was level with the figure. 'Sylar?' he asked carefully, keeping one hand on his gun.
The man stopped walking, and turned to face him. Mac tensed, ready to fight or flight, as it were.
'You're good. Very good. Sylar is what I used to be, and what I will have to become.'
'What about now?'
'Gabriel. Gabriel…' he paused, unshed tears shining in his eyes. 'Petrelli.'
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I know I said the next chapter would be a lot longer, but I've got The Block, so I'll post this, and hopefully the posts will get longer.
This story isn't gonna make a whole lot of sense right now, but all will become clear, I promise.
