A/N this is the end of Sylar Kills The Marvel Universe. I'm glad with how it turned out actually, (mind you I had to rewatch Marvel stuff for a refresher and I wrote most of this in a day without proofreading much oops). I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it. Have a nice day :) Edit: fixed grammar issues

Chapter 5: I Am Sylar

Gabriel Gray's body remained within the X-men facility, he rested on the cold metal bed laid out in a comatose state. The other X-men would occasionally pass by his room during training, but none were allowed inside to see him under strict rules laid out by Charles.

Charles spent a majority of his time overseeing Sylar's condition, Erik would accompany him to check up on how Charles was holding up.

"How's he doing today professor?" Erik said, he stood by Charles's side as he pressed his fingers against the temples of Sylar's head.

"I'm trying to get through to him, I think I might be able to rehabilitate him," Charles said, he focused his energy on Sylar as he created manifestations of Sylar's colleagues as he orchestrated a 'trial' within his mind.

"What makes you so sure you can help him?" Erik asked, he sat down on a small stool and watched as Charles continued to pick inside his mind.

"I helped you didn't I? I'm the only one that can understand his past, it seems like he doesn't have anyone else. Both of his parents are dead, and he has this bloodlust holding him back," Charles explained, after a while he let go from Sylar.

Charles worried that he would have to do that for a long while, Gabriel Grey (his real name, he realized after searching his mind) could not shake off his strive for power.

At the time, Sylar had gained around six new powers outside of his original seven he had before he met anyone else. He took countless lives for himself, the only remorse he had was for the death of his mother.

Charles latched onto that guilt Sylar felt, to remind him that he does have humanity outside of his abilities. Sylar however, deep within his own mind did not want to be helped, he wanted to be stopped.

His lust consumed his every thought, all he wanted was to feel special.

Back when he used to work in his father's workshop fixing broken clocks, all he wanted was to be appreciated for his talent.

He could see the inner workings of people, how broken they were, just like the broken parts inside clocks and watches. He understood what was wrong, all he wanted to do was help. Then it became an obsession, picking away at minds was his new addiction.

Gabriel Grey, wasn't himself anymore. He became Sylar, the killer, the fighter and one of the most powerful people in existence.

Days turned to months and Sylar remained in his limp state for that entire duration. Charles was starting to get desperate, he rather quickly lost hope in trying to save Sylar from himself. He tried recreating his past crimes, he tried putting him on trial, he even tried to just keep him in a blank empty void with nothing to do. Sylar only adapted to his surroundings, he came to realize that none of this was real.

Then he finally snapped, he found himself in a world with no people. A blank, empty New York, with just himself and his father's shop. He wore his old clockwork glasses, as he tinkered away at a broken pocket watch.

Something was different this time, Peter Petrelli came into his shop.

"Sylar, I've come to get you out of here" he said, he walked over and took Sylar by the hand leading him outside.

"What are you talking about? Let go of me!" Sylar said, he broke off from Peter's grip and tried going back inside to his shop.

Peter stormed after him, leading him to the brick wall that stood just a few feet away from them.

"What the-" Sylar looked at the wall, he leaned up close beside it to listen. Nothing. Sylar ran around the area, calling out for anyone.

"It's just us Sylar, there's no one else here," Peter said, he leaned down and grabbed a pickaxe from the ground and started hitting it against the wall.

"I'm going back" Sylar said, he turned away from Peter, Peter called after him.

"We have to get out of here Sylar, I had a vision that you're going to save Emma" Peter said, Sylar turned back to look at Peter.

"Who's Emma?" he asked, Peter put down the pickaxe.

"A friend of mine, you've got to believe me. I saw a vision where you save her from killing thousands of people" Peter pleaded with him, Sylar did not take him seriously in the slightest.

"Me? Save some chick? You're better off killing her yourself than asking me" Sylar scoffed and left Peter to struggle.

"Please, Sylar. I can't do this without you" Peter said, Sylar felt something deep within himself. This sort of paternal instinct kicked in, his memories of being Nathan stewed around inside him. Although he knew he wasn't Peter's brother, he still felt this desire to be his brother. Even back when Nathan was around, Sylar liked the possibility of Peter being his brother.

Sylar thought about it for a while, something about him saving someone irked him.

"Are you sure that I save Emma? As in I don't just cut her open" Sylar questioned, Peter kept a straight face his eyes fixed on him.

"You save her Sylar," Sylar felt that he was telling the truth. Sylar reached down and grabbed a pickaxe, Peter joined him as the two started breaking down the wall together.

Charles waited anxiously for Sylar to finally wake up. He set up the perfect scenario and to him it felt like it was actually working. He could feel Sylar starting to realize that he could help, that there was some good deep within him even though he never really acted on it.

Sylar did not wake up, his vitals remained the same. Charles finally came to the conclusion that Sylar couldn't be saved. Charles wheeled himself out of the room, shutting the door behind him. He injected himself with a serum to null out his ability and give him back his legs. The voices, Sylar's thoughts, everything went quiet for Charles. He rested in peace out by his lawn as he relaxed with a nice cup of tea he made for himself.

Back in Sylar's room, his vitals started to change. His heart rate increased, his breathing got faster with shallow breaths in between. Sylar finally opened his eyes, he awoke a new man with a new goal in mind.

To Be Continued.