Chapter 2: What a Horrible Place

For the very faint of heart, this may not be for you. I tried not to go into too many details though, left it up to your imagination. Kinda Emo and depressing though. If you want to skip it, scroll down to the bottom and read the bold text for a summary.

When Sylar awoke, he realized it was dark, but he knew it shouldn't be. He felt something on his head, and judging by the small holes, he figured it was a sack of some sort, or a bag. After a few seconds he lifted his head a bit. His neck was sore, but not as sore as his head. When he tried to reach up, he realized that his hands were bound with a tight rope. They stung.

Suddenly, the bag was yanked off and his eyes were pierced by the bright light. Squinting, he quickly surveyed his surroundings. It was a large, empty room and there were two guards at either corner, or at either door. He didn't bother to look behind him because his eyes were now focused on the woman in front of him.

She was tall with dark hair and freckles. Her face was stern and serious but she smiled when she saw him staring at her.

"Well good morning," she said "Did you sleep well?"

Sylar smiled and desided that he would deal with her after he took out the guards. He twitched his finger. Nothing happened. He tried again, this time concentrating harder. The woman laughed.

"Oh, you don't have your powers anymore, we had them removed." Sylar went blank. How could they-He hesitated. He had to keep his cool.

"I didn't know that was possible," he said smoothly. The Haitian must be in here somewhere.

"Oh yes Sylar," she replied "My men are good at extracting things. Well, most of them that is. But that's why you're here."

Sylar looked at her curiously and she continued.

"You see, this is a school of torture, and since some of my men are, well, some still have their morals, I thought I should start them off with something, easier." She smiled "A criminal. And what a criminal you are. The doctor I hired had no problem removing your power. He simply hated you! Most people do though, I'm sure you're not surprised at that." Shit, Mohinder. He actually found a cure! "So, this is how it's going to work. I will give you a word, and you will keep it. If you do, then you'll get a prize." When she said this, her eyes widened and she grinned wildly.

Then she walked over and kneeled down it from of him, whispering in his ear: "rabbit hole," she stood up and turned, walking towards the door on the right. Just before exiting, she turned back and said,

"This word will win you your dinner." Then she firmly shut the door. A man, probably in his late twenties or early thirties, soon returned, holding some type of plant. Bamboo shoots.

Part 2

There was pain. Sylar felt it. It hurt. He screamed, but held the word in his mouth. It had been days since he had eaten last and if there was anything he had learned in the last few weeks it was the food was more important than being spared suffering. But it hurt so much. He felt sweat roll down is face. Off his brow, down his cheek, and into the small pile of blood on the floor.

The hours passed. Slowly. Too slowly. Funny, now he would give anything to be stuck back in Matt's head. A memory. That was what he had been. But it was so much better than this.

He felt his lips begin to give way. He couldn't take the pain.

"BLOOD!!!" he screamed. The words where usually short like this. The pain stopped. He was untied and either of his arms were grabbed by two large men who then drug him back to him cell. He was thrown into the small cage and the woman stood in the doorway.

She was grinning again, a crazed smile. Once before he had seen one like it. Elle Bishop. But hers was different. Elle's had been fake, something to hide behind, something for her to blame her problems on. This one was real. This woman was insane.

"Oh, poor little Sylar, we were so close too!" she said. Sylar had pulled was trying to pull himself up, but he was tired, and hungry and his hands hurt from the days work. The woman continued. "Well, I guess you'll have to wait to eat until tomorrow."

Sylar knew better than to argue. It had taken him days, but he realized cynicism had no power here. He had no power here.

And then he did something. He did something so strange and unexpected that anyone who met him would have never expected. He pushed his raw hand together. He squeezed his closed his swollen eyes. And he prayed.

Kay, this is not one of those corny Christian stories, I swear, but people need a reason to change. If you're not Christian, peace, don't leave hate mail or anything, I'm not gonna go into it much, but if you're totally against it, I put a summary at the end of the next two parts in bold, so just read that. :)

Part 3: The Prayer

"Um, hi," Sylar said. He was nervous. "I, um, I've never done anything like this before" he laughed harshly "heck, I don't even know if you exist."

He tried to hold his hands steady, but they were bleeding and shaking from the pain. "I just need some help here. I don't know what to do." A tear ran down his cheek. "I know I don't deserve it, but can you please, just- help me. I- I can't take all of this."

Suddenly he was sobbing, and he hated it. He hated feeling so inferior, so powerless. And he hated the pain. He had never been very tolerant to pain. Sure, he would pretend he was. Throw a crazed laugh in everyonce in a while and people usually leave you alone. But this was different. No matter what he did, his hunger still gnawed at his stomach. He knew that they would let him starve to death. He needed-

"I need… strength" Sylar said at last.

The next few weeks were like the rest. The same routine. But something was different. He had changed. He had something, he had hope. Sylar felt stronger. Stronger than he had ever felt before.

Every day when he was returned he would pray, and sometimes when the pain was too much, he would pray during the day too. Life was different now. There was hope. Sylar was no longer Sylar, he was Gabriel. But they were noticing. They were glad he had hope, because when you have hope, it's really hard to tear it away from you. And they liked a challenge.

Part 4: Angel

Gabriel screamed, something he had been trying not to do. But this was the worst. He had never felt so much pain, but he hadn't eaten and he had to remind himself that he had strength. He had-

"Aaaarg!" he screamed again. This time the woman was there. She never stayed to watch, but she was enjoying herself far too much this time. The man's face was so close to Gabriel's he could smell his breath.

"Now I'm going to give you one last chance, what is the word?" Gabriel held his locked glare, but remained silent. The man smiled.

"Good, I like it better this way," Then he turned around and grabbed a weapon Gabriel would never forget. He lost the word.

By the time it was over Gabriel was had to practically be carried back to his room. This time he didn't even attempt to get up. He couldn't move, he was too tired and too hungry and he feared he might be dying. This time he prayer was weak.

"Please," he whispered weakly, "Save me,"

Suddenly the door flew open.

Kay, for those who didn't read, here's the summary. Sylar was kidnapped by a school of torture who used him as a dummy. He found hope, became Christian, and became Gabriel and now someone is at his cell door. Bam, bam, bam. Who could it be? I wonder ;p

This chapter kinda sucked because I was trying to emphasize that he was suffering, a lot, and finding redemption! I'm bad at monologging though and got really depressed writing this which is why it took so long. I was sorta trying to write it as fast as possible and get it over with too. Sorry! Other chapters won't be like this, don't worry :)