*DISCLAIMER: This is a one-shot of some of Gabriel/Sylar's thoughts and motions as of Chapter One of Fugitives. Written from Gabriel's perspective.

Thoughts are indicated by "italics"

THE COMPLEX OF DUALITY

ACT ONE – THE MAN IN THE MIRROR

The silence was almost deafening. I couldn't take it any longer; I had to get out there. No matter what happened I was going to find my father. He held all the answers I needed, and I guessed he would be the only person who would truly understand me....and my disease.

It's not a disease, it's a strength, your strength the voice inside me said.

I shook my head, trying to rid myself of the man talking to me. I had tried to fight it for so long, this hunger, it truly was a disease and it was something I secretly wished no one would ever have to endure. That's all I could do…wish. No matter how much I tried to fight it, the hunger remained. And although I had managed to suppress it for a time, it was still there.

I walked to the bathroom to wash my face and freshen up. As I stood there looking myself in the mirror, I could feel some looking at me. it was him, it was Sylar! Part of me couldn't believe that I had adopted such a name, actually it wasn't just the name; it was the persona and with the persona came consequences and actions. All this time I was trying to be someone who was "special", someone who was strong and not weak. The whole aim of my game was to become the most extraordinary and the strongest individual alive.

Yeah that was workin really well for you Gabriel I said to myself.

Four months later and I was still the same messed-up, lost and broken man that I had been over 18 months ago. But this time I was a lot worse off then before. A sigh of frustration escaped my lips as I walked out of the bathroom and into the small bedroom of the motel. After surviving the fire at Primatech, I had decided to retreat into hiding for a while. Somehow I had managed to escape the smoldering, broken down building, and that was after Claire Bennett had stabbed a piece of glass into the soft spot on the back of my head. I guess this regenerative ability was beginning to go into overtime. I couldn't say that I wasn't thrilled by that, because I was.

I finally gathered my belongings together, the little that I had; and made my way out of the motel. I quickly passed by the front office and dropped the keys into the after-hours drop box and head towards the car I had rented. I had planned to go to Baltimore to go find my father "The Watch-maker".

Now that I knew the truth about him and the woman who I once called my mother, I needed to settle the score, to find out the truth about why I had been called their son for so long. I didn't exactly know what I was expecting to hear from him, but I wanted it to be the truth. And I was going to make sure I got it one way or another.

**fast forward**

The meeting with Martin Gray had been quite an experience. I got all the answers I wanted, thanks to one of my abilities. A sense of relief and accomplishment encompassed me as I drove away. Now that I had the answers I had craved, it was time to move on with my task and find the man who had created me.

The man who had caused the monster to be birthed within me.

My father Samson Gray