Sylar found himself lying in the middle of a busy street after mere minutes of running. It was only when he looked down at his shirt that he realized the reason why. Blood was trickling silently down the side of his shirt. He had obviously strained himself too much, breaking a stitch or two in his chest.
Cursing under his breath, he held out a hand, dragging the girl back to him on an invisible thread. She kicked and screamed, trying her damnedest to stop the force pulling her, but Sylar wouldn't let up. He propped himself up, taking this mystery girl by the hand.
"Don't be scared," He purred, leading her back to the sidewalk. The prospect of a new power was driving him crazy with anticipation. "Now, why don't you tell me your name, since you clearly already know mine."
The girl supposed, quite correctly, that this comment was less of a request and more of a threat. She was already a bit shaken from being unexplainably pushed toward Gabriel and the murderous look in his eye wasn't encouraging her much. "I'm Calypso." She murmured, her body shaking.
Her eyes flicked nervously to the man's bloodied shirt, while he lead her further down the street and toward the bar he had been to earlier that evening. "Such a pretty name," Gabriel whispered, pulling Calypso into the twin doors of the building. His bright, cheery voice was such a contradiction to his aura. It was repulsive.
She turned around, ready to slip back outside when the man wasn't watching, when she felt something tugging at her stomach. Looking down, she saw nothing. Gabriel strode over, his expressions slightly pained, carrying a beer and a martini. He raised an eyebrow at Calypso, and handed her a drink. "Why don't we sit here, then?" He asked, gesturing to the nearest booth.
The girl just stood by the doors, apparently stunned. Sylar scowled inwardly, wishing the girl would at least try to play along. This was supposed to be the fun part, but it really wasn't exciting without participation on both ends. "Come on. It'll be okay, I promise," He said, softly, giving her a reassuring smile. This just made the girl's eyes widen even more.
Giving a short gasp, Calypso began to push the door open. She couldn't stand being around this monster any longer. No human should be able to repress their emotions so convincingly, she mused. Before she was able to slip outside, two invisible hands clamped firmly around her waist, preventing her from moving. She stared back at Gabriel. He was very angry now.
Calypso's ability to sense auras wasn't always limited to just that. She was also privy to snatches of people's memories if she concentrated hard enough on a person's aura. This was how she had known Gabriel's name earlier. She had seen him as a child, fiddling with his father's watch. Young Gabriel had only been trying to understand how his dad's wristwatch worked, but was later scolded for being disobedient.
The memory she tapped into this time wasn't quite as clear, but it was enough to make her gag. In her mind, she saw Gabriel. He looked much cleaner, wearing a white button-down and sweater vest along with a pair of thick black glasses. He and his mother argued. The room in which they stood was like a giant snow globe. Mrs. Gray screamed, calling Gabriel a demon. Then there was blood, depicting a horrific explosion on the floor.
Shivering, Calypso snapped back into the present. She was lying on the ground, looking upward into Sylar's dark eyes. Minutes ago she had frozen under the power of his telekinesis, only to faint in the middle of the bar. "Oh, honey. We'd better get you home," Sylar said, as not to arouse any suspicion. He lifted her up, leading her out of the building with a firm hand. He secretly wished that he had killed the girl straight off, but it could have been so much fun to play with her for a bit. If only she had humored him.
Sylar dragged the girl's barely-conscious form down the street. "What the hell was that?" He snapped, impatiently. Calypso groaned, her head lolling heavily in front of her.
"Your mother…" She whispered, looking up at him pitifully.
Gabriel took a step back, puzzled. "What about her?" He asked, leading the girl into an alley. She stepped carefully, trying her best not to pass out again. The images in her mind were far too much for her to handle.
"You killed her," She whimpered.
