CHAPTER 7
"Gabriel? Are you okay?" she held his hand, but he snatched it away.
"I'm okay, no thanks to you," he groaned. He rubbed his neck. "When did you learn to levitate things?"
"I've learned a lot since the last time I saw you."
"Hanging out with Peter Petrelli, huh? I'm starting to wonder about your choice of company," he snarked, jealously.
"Petrelli?" She was caught off-guard.
"Yep. Peter Petrelli, brother-in-law to Heidi Petrelli - your former boss. You think it's a coincidence he found you?"
"Peter saved my life after you left. He's my friend."
"The Petrelli's are no one's friends." She rolled her eyes.
"Well he's mine, and you are not to touch him," she warned.
"Not to touch him? What are you, my mother?" She frowned at him.
"I can't stay here, with you, if you chose to stay this way. You have a choice, Gabriel. You can be a better person."
"I don't know if I WANT to be a better person. I like who I am. What am I supposed to do, settle down in a quiet, cozy little neighborhood, with a couple kids, working on watches for the rest of my life? I'm better than that," he clarified.
"I just want you to stop killing people!" she screamed. He chuckled at her frustration. "You're better than being a murderer."
"Do you think I want to kill people?"
"You lied when you said you didn't enjoy it. I could sense it."
"And I told you I can't control it! The hunger takes over, and I can't stop it. I need others' powers." She shook her head.
"You didn't kill me."
"I wish I had," he lamented. She tried not to cry. His eyes welled up with tears, but he held them back, and was able to fight her emotions.
"Then kill me. Do it." She stood in front of him, as he rose from the floor. He pointed his hand her direction, but it began to shake. "Do it!" she screamed.
"I can't!" he confessed. "I won't. I promised you..."
"Can I trust your promises? How many people did you make promises to that are dead now?"
"I won't lie to you," he seethed.
"Why? Is lying morally corrupt? I didn't think that mattered to a killer."
"Well, a man has to have standards…"
"A man that would kill his own mother?" she blurted out.
"She wasn't my mother, and I didn't kill her. It was an accident!" She was silent at his response.
"That's not what Mohinder said."
"Ahh, Dr. Suresh." he laughed. "What did the good doctor tell you?" he asked.
"He said I shouldn't trust you. Everyone else I met told me the same," she started.
"What do you feel, Mira?" He knelt down and held her hand, gazing into her eyes.
"I'm scared...scared of you," she admitted. "But I'm not ready to give up on you yet."
"I'm scared too," he answered. He grabbed her face, and stared into her eyes. "I've never felt this way before. I don't know how to deal with this. You're the only person that wanted to help me." She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I think I love you."
He leaned in for a kiss, but it was cut short, with the sound of car doors slamming shut. They peered out the window, through the planks of wood.
"What is it?" she whispered. He watched a gunman move across the street.
"We need to get out of here, now!" he grabbed her hand and ran towards the back door. They were surrounded. "It's too late, they're here."
"Who?"
"Probably the people that tried to kidnap you." Her eyes grew wide, and she shook with fear. Sylar's hands began to tremble. "You have to stay calm. I can't concentrate if I feel this way." She nodded and took a deep breath. "You can do this," he stated supportively. He inched forward, to look out again. Masked men were headed towards the front door. "Go upstairs," he commanded. She ran up the stairs, and shut herself in his old bedroom. She forgot about this place, her safe haven. She always felt safe here. She could hear voices downstairs, and a loud crash. She heard footsteps coming up the stairs. They were almost there. Suddenly, the door flew open. Mira was relieved it was Sylar.
They crept back down the stairs. An agent surprised them, and Mira grabbed him. There was a cracking noise, and he flew back in a halo of sparks. Sylar stared at her, impressed, but anxious about how powerful she had become.
"I've got an idea," he said as he led her to the front door. Several masked agents laid in pools of their own blood. Sylar grabbed a gun off one of the deceased men.
"What are you doing?" she gasped.
"Just play along," he said as he grabbed her by the arm. He pushed her out in front of him, and held a gun to her head. A line of agents stood, with their guns targeted on the couple.
"We're going to leave now," Sylar warned. "Try to follow me, and she's dead," he warned.
"I don't think that's going to happen," a voice rang out.
"Nathan?" Sylar asked in confusion. "I thought you gave up hunting people?"
"I thought I'd give it another shot," Nathan countered. He gazed up at Mira, suddenly amazed by her. "Who's this beautiful woman?" Nathan was entranced by her. He walked forward, staring at her. She smiled at Sylar and back at Nathan.
"Mr. Petrelli, come back, it's not safe!" an agent warned. He couldn't hear him. He stepped forward and reached out to Mira. Sylar pushed Mira away and went for Nathan. He telekinetically grabbed Nathan and spun him around. He pointed his fingers to his head.
"If anyone tries to follow us, your boss here is dead," he warned the armed men. He and Mira carefully walked down the driveway, towards one of the officials' SUVs. Mira jumped in the driver's seat, and Sylar threw Nathan in the back and jumped in after him. They sped off, leaving everyone in their dust. The agents scattered.
"Who are you?" Nathan asked, his senses coming back to him. Mira ignored him. She couldn't believe how good she felt, when her endorphins kicked in.
"She's not going to tell you," Sylar spoke. "So you finally decided to come after me yourself? I should kill you now."
"Sylar, don't," she asked quietly. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
"Fine," he whined. "Save the hypocritical bastard. You do realize he's one of us, yet he attempted, and failed miserably, to lock up all those 'dangerous' people with powers. We're threats to society, but he can do whatever he wants."
"Are you related to Peter Petrelli?" she asked Nathan, looking at him through the rearview mirror.
"How do you know Pete?" he asked defensively. She smirked.
"She killed him," Sylar whispered in his ear. Nathan tried to grab her, but Sylar pulled him back. "Easy there, buddy. No need to cause an accident. You could die too," Sylar warned.
"You killed my brother!" He yelled. Mira slammed on the breaks, he and Sylar flew forward.
"I didn't kill anyone," she hissed. "Your brother's my friend and he was alive and well last time I saw him. So were your wife and sons."
"If you touch my boys," Nathan warned.
"What? You'll kill us? I'd like to see you try," Sylar toyed.
"Please, don't do this," Nathan begged. "I don't know you; I never tried to hurt you!"
"He's lying," Sylar warned her.
"You sent that man after me…" she reminded him.
"I didn't send anyone after you! I don't know you!"
"So it's just a coincidence that your kids' nanny is attacked leaving your estranged wife's home?" Sylar chimed in.
"I know you don't believe me, but yes. It is." Nathan tried to appeal to Mira. "You said Pete was your friend. Do you know what it would do to him if I died?" She stared at him defiantly. "He's already lost his father to this psycho, now his brother too?" She knew he was trying to use her.
"Peter would thank us, if he knew you were a traitor to your own kind," she argued.
"Peter knows all the skeletons in my closet, but he still loves me. I'm still his brother." She could feel uneasyness in his words. He resented his brother, she could sense it.
"He'll just come after you again," Sylar warned her.
"Fine, then kill him," she demanded.
"No!" Nathan screamed. Sylar grabbed him and stared into his eyes.
"I'm going to enjoy watching you die," he muttered. Mira's eyes twinkled as he held Nathan up in the air, telepathically. She was enjoying it. Sylar slowly brought Nathan back down.
"What are you doing?!" she asked, feverishly.
"What you would really want me to," he answered. He psychically threw Nathan into the woods. His head smacked against a tree and he fell to the ground.
"I told you to kill him," she seethed. He shook his head.
"I don't take orders." She became angry.
"He's gone after people like us before. He won't stop. You're right, sometimes people have to die. It'll happen sooner or later anyway. So, take him out."
Sylar felt himself filling with rage. He looked over to where Nathan had been laying. He was gone.
"Well it's too late now. Our one chance just flew away." He hung his head in frustration. They got back into the car and left. "And he's not even the person that was after you. He was telling the truth," he informed her.
She gaped at him in awe. "You told me he was lying. I almost agreed to let you kill an innocent man…" What had she almost done?
