Gabe, I Need Help

Chapter 11

The IM window opened with the simple words; 'what's up?'

Two simple words to most people but to me it was a reason to stay online. I moved my hand away from the shutdown button and went down to the keyboard. I wrote in a response as simple as the initial question; 'not much.'

'That doesn't tell me much.'

'I know.'

'Well, is something wrong?'

I thought for a minute, wondering if I should talk about my powers or not, about the incident at the warehouse, how I had blacked out for 4 days, about anything. I reasoned that he might have had the same problems as me when he first got his powers so I figured that I might as well tell him.

'My powers are nothing but trouble.'

'Really? What happened?'

'I don't even know exactly. All I know is that I killed a lot of people. I'm not a murderer, I can't handle it.'

'That sounds intriguing, tell me more.'

'What are you talking about? My powers are nothing but trouble. I wish that I could just get rid of them.'

'Really? You would want to get rid of a marvelous gift like yours?'

'This is not a gift. This thing that I have is a curse.'

'Well, what if I told you that I knew of a way to help you get rid of your powers?'

'WHAT?? THERE'S A WAY TO DO THAT? TELL ME!!!'

'Well, it's not exactly like that, it's more me. I can take your ability from you. You would be free of this curse, and I would have what I see as a wonderful gift'

'But wouldn't that be a burden on you?'

'I see it as an opportunity. People that I have met, people who are a lot like you in their point of views, have given me their powers so that they can live a normal life.'

'I would love that, but where are you? Can you do it from a distance?'

'No I can't, I'm in New York at the moment. Where are you?'

'I'm in New York too, where are you in the city?'

'I'm in a hotel near central park. Can I meet you there? Possibly somewhere private?'

'Sure, there's a large clearing around 87th st. I'll meet you there in about a half hour?'

'Yeah, I'll be there'

'Good'

I shut down my computer and got up. I looked outside the window and saw that it had gotten dark out. I quickly grabbed my back pack and put in some stuff that I might need. I found that it had many light bulbs that I had forgotten to take out from my last shopping trip. I ignored them and packed up a flashlight, my sweatshirt, and a few knives, just in case.

I snuck out the door and walked down the street towards the park. The street lights around the block had burnt out a long time ago and no one had bothered to fix them. I took out my flashlight and flipped the switch to find that the light bulb had busted. I quickly came up with an idea. I pulled out one of the bulbs that was in my bag and charged it with some of the power that had accumulated in my body over the past four days.

The bulb flickered with the little energy that I gave it. I added more power. Too much power flowed to the light bulb and it shined with a light so bright that it blinded me. I quickly stopped sending energy to it and the light dimmed to nothingness. It took me five minutes to regain my sight. I tried again; this time limiting the amount of electricity flowed between me and the bulb. It shone brightly enough for me to see but not too brightly.

I quickly made my way to central park and walked towards the clearing. There was no one there. I quickly climbed one of the trees and waited, I still didn't quite trust this guy, so I hid. After about ten minutes I heard the sound of footsteps on grass. I watched from the tree as a man who looked to be in about his twenties stepped into the clearing. He wore a black jacket and had a baseball cap on.

I hopped down from the tree and walked up to him. "Are you Sylar?"

He looked at me. "Yeah."

I extended my hand and he took mine to shake it. "I'm claw"

"I know. I'm Gabe. So, you want to give me your powers?"

"Yes. I need to get rid of this curse."

"Okay" I saw a wicked grin cross his face.

Swiftly and without notice he lunged at me, knocking me down on the ground. He hovered above me, holding his hand above my head. I felt a sharp and somehow familiar pain, like a knife slicing through my head. I screamed out in pain but Gabe did not stop. The pain slowly crossed my head in a straight line.

I couldn't take it anymore, almost as a reflex; the energy that I had stored up in my body flowed to my hands and discharged as a beam at Gabe. He went flying backwards into a tree trunk. He got up slowly as if he had felt no pain.

He flicked his hand upwards and as if they were commanded, broken branches, rocks, and other objects flew up into the air and hurtled towards me. I dodged most of the projectiles but there were too many. I was hit many times. I fell back and my back pack flew open. The light bulbs that I had left in there flew out all over the ground, the soft grass kept them from shattering.

Gabe walked towards me, his grin growing wider with each step.

"I'm going to enjoy this"

"Stop Gabe, I needed your help. Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want your power. Even if you didn't want to give it to me, I would have taken it anyway. I could have found you without you telling me where you were. Thanks to a little girl I met here in new York as well."

I remembered a news clip that I had seen on New York 1 about a little girl, Molly Walker, who had been found dead, with her head cut open, somewhere in New York, I forgot where. Her death had been added to a list of people who had died in similar fashions.

I was shocked. "All those people, you killed them, didn't you?"

He laughed at the prospect of being accused. "Yes, yes I did."

"Why Gabe? Why would you do that?"

"Don't call me by that name. My name is Sylar. And the reason I killed them? I wanted their powers, just like I want yours."

I gathered up all of the energy I had left in my hands. I looked around at the light bulbs. I sent a charge from each of my fingers, concentrating on where they were supposed to go. Surprisingly, they hit the light bulbs. I covered my eyes as the light bulbs shone with the same blinding light as before. I heard Sylar scream as he was blinded. I quickly got to my feet and ran. I heard him yelling, "You aren't getting away that easily, I will find you."

I just kept running. I got back to my grandmother's house, almost out of energy. I walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. There was a large gash across my forehead. It wasn't deep enough to scar but it was bleeding like crazy. My shirt was covered in blood. I quickly grabbed a bandage and wrapped up my head. I got to my bed and collapsed.

AN: FINALLY CHAPTER 11 IS COMPLETE. That took a lot longer than it needed to. Writer's block sucks like hell, ya know? Oh well, what can you do? Please review telling me what you think of it, anything that you would add, or characters. I even take some criticism, but no flames please. Thanks guys. I love writing. YAY ()