Strangers to Brothers 6/6
The ground beneath him is cold. The shackles around his wrists and ankles are tight and constricting. The air around him is stale and still.
But all he does is lie there. There is no escaping, there is no fighting.
It feels like he's been there forever, but he knows it's only been a few hours. Knox had beat him around a bit before his father showed up to stop him.
He had only been in the room long enough to make sure he was fastened securely to the ground, before he left, Knox and Flint in tow. He had not returned.
Peter knew, he wasn't sure how, that Gabriel was still in the building. He wasn't sure if it was a good sign, or a bad one.
On the one hand, he was alive at least. Their father hadn't killed him.
On the other hand, he could be eating completely out of Arthur's hand, believing every word he said, doing everything he wanted.
He didn't want to believe that Gabriel was so easily manipulated, but he knew better than to get his hopes up. Arthur Petrelli was a master con man, and Sylar was an evil bastard.
But his isn't Sylar, Peter tells himself. It's Gabriel. They are not the same. Gabriel had saved his life. Sylar had tried to kill him.
They were not the same.
He has, more or less, given up. It isn't like him, but he doesn't see the point in fighting. He doesn't have super strength capable of releasing him from the shackles and he can't walk through walls, and even if he did manage to fin his way out of the room, it was futile. He would never make it passed the four guards standing outside the door, and an entire building of Pinehearst employees who were no doubt alerted to his presence and would not let him out of the building.
He doesn't bother to look up when the door opens what must have been days later. He knows who it is.
"Hello Sylar," he says. He has convinced himself that Gabriel was just an illusion. A trick. A moment of weakness in which the evil bastard had appeared good for a moment.
"Don't call me that," he replied, somewhat angrily.
"Gabriel?" Peter asks, looking up, slightly shocked.
"Sorry I didn't come sooner." Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. For a moment, their thoughts were on exactly the same page, each wonder just how delusional they were. He was sorry?
Gabriel retrieves a key from one of his pockets and unlocks the shackles. Peter wonders momentarily why he doesn't just use his telekinesis to unlock them, it would have been ten times easier.
"Figured it would be mean to use my powers when you don't have any," he says as though he'd read his brother's thoughts. "What happened to your leg?" he asked, helping him to his feet.
"Knox got a little pissed when he realized I wasn't afraid of him," he said as Gabriel wrapped an arm around his waist to help him walk.
"I'll kill him later. Let's get out of here."
Peter wasn't sure if the former statement was a joke or not, but given who he was talking to, he was pretty sure he could guess.
The End
No, it's not actually over. Part two, Enemies to Brothers, will be put up in a day or two.
In the mean time...
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