Sarah
Sarah watched Casey enter the room.
"Hey, any info on that guy yet?" Casey asked, speed walking down the stairs.
"His first name is Gabriel, that's all I could get out of him," Sarah replied standing up to meet him. Casey grunted. "Hey, I didn't want to push it,"
"We need to know if he's Fulcrum, one of ours, or just some guy."
"Well, I just came to see how it went with the agents, actually," Sarah said with a wide-eyed smile.
"It went fine, but we need to know if this guy is safe,"
"Well, we'll know when Chuck comes over." Sarah said.
"You invited him to go to your house, alone, with someone who may very well be a fulcrum agent."
"Of course I didn't!" Sarah said, "I haven't called him yet. He won't be over there for a while,"
"Beep, Beep, Beep..." said Sarah's watch. They both turned to look at it. It flashed red.
"He pushed the emergency button," said Casey
Sarah pressed a button on the desk and a screen slid up displaying a map. Chuck's blinking red light was positioned in an apartment complex in the south side of Burbank. Sarah's house.
"Oh no."
Chuck
Oh no, Chuck thought. his mind raced.
"Um, I just remember, I, uh have to be somewhere," he stammered, quickly standing up.
"What? But you just got here, " Sylar countered. "and why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like what?"
"Like you're intimidated by me."
"I'm not intimidated by you!"
"It's because of the beard isn't it," said Sylar in a very hurt manner.
"No! No, it is definitely not because of the beard!" Chuck said desperately. "It's just- I just remembered, I have to go to work, now- I have a late shift."
"You're going to work, dressed like that." Sylar said, cocking an eyebrow. Chuck looked down. He forgot he was dressed in a full suit.
"Yes."
"And you were picking up your girlfriend first,"
"She's not my girlfriend!" Chuck snapped. At first Sylar was taken aback, and then relaxed and smiled.
"Ohhhhh," said the murderer, a knowing look on his face. "I get it, you're chickening out,"
Well, technically, yes.
"You were going to ask her out weren't you? Well you can't leave her all by herself now, I mean, not with dashing young man such as myself," said Sylar, with a very sarcastic smile.
Oh no, thought Chuck He knows. Well that is, he knows that I know. And now he probably knows that I know that he knows.
"Look, leave Sarah out of this, if your going to kill someone, kill me," said Chuck, bravely, "but just do it fast, and I would prefer you didn't rip off my head first."
Sylar was now frozen, staring at Chuck like a rabbit in headlights.
Oh shoot, he didn't know.
Gabriel
Thoughts were racing through Gabriel's head, but the main thought was mostly, shit. He knows, shit. How the shit did he find out? shit, shit, SHIT! And then shit, what do I do now? Shit, what the shit am I supposed to say? Shit, I'm staring. And finally- okay, calm down. Focus. That's important. Calm down, and figure out what is going on. It's probably not even as bad as you think. I mean what proof can he have?
"How did you know?" Gabriel asked, still a bit stunned, even after his pep talk. "I thought I had the perfect disguise too," he said, more to himself then to Chuck.
"Uh, the watch," Chuck said, pointing to the watch sitting in plain sight on the table that clearly read "Sylar." Shit.
"Shit." Gabriel said out loud. He decided that it didn't really matter what he said out loud any more, since he was pretty much screwed either way. He sighed and composed himself. Then shrugged sadly. "Well, I guess I should probably leave then, since I wouldn't really blame you for calling the police."
A look of curiousity mixed with surprise came over Chuck's face.
"You're not going to-"
"What," Gabriel interupted, "Rip your head open?" he laughed bitterly. "Even if I could do that, I wouldn't." Then he adopted a look of sincerity. "I don't want to be that person anymore."
"Ha!" Chuck exclaimed (a distinct 'ha', not a laugh), a bit too brave this time. " Ha ha! I think it's a little late for that-"
"Yeah I know!" Gabriel retorted "But now that I don't have my powers to-"
"Wait, your what?"
"Never mind. The point is, I had to kill people before, and now I don't okay?" Gabriel said. His guilty concience was slowly forcing it's way out. "And, I know that's no excuse, but I couldn't control myself; I was weak." he paused. "And I am never going to hurt anyone again."
Gabriel was swept over by a wave of nausea. He didn't know why but in that moment, he felt the pain of every person he had ever hurt. He swallowed hard and blinked it back.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to leave." Chuck was, for a moment, frozen and Gabriel was glad to get by him. Then he snapped out of it.
"But where will you go? What will you do?"
"Whatever I can to survive I guess." said Gabriel flatly.
"Wait, I can help you!" Gabriel turned his head. "Well, that is, I know people who can help you."
Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Really now," he said with a dastardly smirk.
"Yes!" Chuck said.
Gabriel scoffed. "And why would you want to help me?"
"Because," Chuck paused, glancing down at me soulfully. "Everyone deserves a second chance."
"I think this is probably more like my eighth chance."
"Well, still-"
Gabriel sighed slowly faced Chuck, who looked very hopeful. He blinked and shook his head. "Fine."
"But first, I should probably make a phone call-"
At that, the door was kicked down.
Okay, so I'm pretty sureI have no more readers anymore... So I guess I'll just finish this with a cliff hanger! Ya, Cus I'm just evil like that, heheh. Of course, it doesn't matter, because I HAVE NO READERS OF THIS STORY. Sorry about the yelling, but um, if a crazed writer yells on a site, and no one hears it, do they make a sound? No, no they don't, haha. So I win. Except if you actually read this far, then I lose... but at the same time win, for that means I have a reader. It's just a win-win for me. Excpet I have no readers, so I'm the only one who know that I won. I think I will sink into depression now... blast out some Hawthorn Heights an such. AAAAHH! I JUST LOOKED AT MY IPOD (which is on shuffle) AND IT'S PLAYING HAWTHORN HEIGHTS XD I have over 400 cds and this is the one it plays, wow. Guess I'm sinking into my depression faster than I though O.O Okay, so guess this is so long (and goodnight). TtfEVER! MWAHAHAHA!
