A/N: see prev. chaps. for disclaimer.
Chapter 8- Wrapped Around Your Dreams
Gabriel didn't remember falling asleep that night. He remembered where he was after he fell asleep. He was fighting- running, more like, away from Peter. At first he thought he was back where he was before he switched- but no, he wasn't in control. No one was. He was watching himself from a distance.
iOf course,/i he thought, iI'm dreaming/i. He watched himself- Sylar, that is- fall downward into an alley, smirking and laughing as he pulled out a piece of paper. The copy of the famed List. The clear New York night was the perfect backdrop for his evil scheme. The skyscrapers and apartment buildings blotted the nearly full, bright moon from the sky, leaving him in complete darkness.
Gabriel followed his body as it took off, telekinetically, hovering a clear foot off the ground. Sylar was enjoying himself. Suddenly, he looked at the paper again and thought for a moment. He was off again as he grabbed unto a wall, using his power to keep himself from falling. He scaled the building in thirty seconds flat...
And then-
He fell. He fell all the way down, obviously from loss of consciousness. And Gabriel awoke, in his own bed. In another universe.
It had been a brief memory. Only a memory, he reminded himself. What followed that was a mystery…
Liz had refused to leave her. Why? She didn't care. Rowan needed more information anyhow. Now that her previous suspicions had been confirmed she had a mission. Get her power back. And if- maybe- she ihappened/i to gain a few iextra/i powers along the way- all for the better…
This thought led Rowan into sleep. It was a normal feeling of blurriness when the dream began. A dismal gray color. Nothing serious. Then, it began to shift. Colors formed, and she remembered how she came:
She'd been playing with a plant. A cactus, actually. She had switched its fate. She watched it change, wondering how on earth she'd ended up with something so amazing as her power. At that moment, she heard the phone ring.
"Miss Tennyson? Rowan Tennyson?" a voice had asked.
"Yeah! May I ask who's calling?" she replied, quite chipper.
"This is Mohinder Suresh. I'm a geneticist. Have you discovered any abnormal qualities as of late?" This question caught her off-guard. She felt her breath stop.
"Why- why do you ask?" she answered with yet another question.
The man on the other end sighed, "I can understand if you're nervous to tell me, but you need to know that someone knows that you have your ability! There is a man- a- murderer. He kills people for their powers."
Rowan gasped. If someone knew, they'd find her. She was quite social. Her number was in the phone book, and she was everywhere on the internet. She she swallowed nervously, "What can you tell me about them?"
"His name is Gabriel Gray, but he goes by the name Sylar. He's killed, we believe, at least fifteen people so far. He's of medium height and has thick eyebrows and black hair. I advise you to go to a relative of a friends house immediately and STAY there."
"Why should I-," she began, beginning to panic, hoping it was some sort of prank call.
"Believe me? Sylar killed my father, Chandra Suresh. He almost killed me. I wish I could be joking right now, but, I'm sorry."
Rowan hung up as soon as she could muster the brainpower. She began to hyperventilate, breaths shaking. She grabbed her bag and a few clothes, as well as her cell phone. She dashed out the door and toward the elevator.
Something caught her attention. A man. He was on the outside of the building, apparently he didn't see her. He had thick eyebrows and black hair. Once again, her mind raced and she couldn't breathe, for fear that he'd look at her and know her.
This man had to be Sylar. She wished he would go away, she wished she'd gotten a different power, anything but having the power she had. She wished he hadn't become a murderer…
And she wished herself into this place. She was trapped inside a shell of insanity, wrapped around dreams and focused on getting out of the place she'd wished for in the first place. All of this was her fault. As she woke up in the morning, she realized: she got herself in all of this mess. She damn sure wasn't going to leave it up to some other person to get her out. She ineeded/i that power back.
A/N: Enjoy- comments are hearts!!!