The memories burned in my brain, they both gaped at me, I was afraid my head had started to smoke.
"Rose? Can you try and find him?"
It always came to that, find him, kill him, and let him in, let old wounds reopen and everything flow out.
My mouth said yes, but my brain was screaming no.
I was barely there, I was falling in the darkest depths of my mind; I felt him, hands warm and eyes full of worry.
He watched me, for the warning sighs, if he saw one tear, one bit of fear, he would tell Peter to sod off and sweep me away from this reality.
But I didn't do that, I didn't become weak, I gave him a smile, big and flashy and forced on the one thing I didn't want to, Sylar.
"I'm ready."
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The blood was stained into my clothes, sticking to my skin like dried ink, a deadly reminder that forever mocked me. It screamed at me, punished me for not seeing it, not seeing the change, the way his eyes darkened and the way he wasn't my Gabriel anymore.
The want filled me to the brim, the want to be the one on that floor blood seeping from my head, to have him find me, and not have a growing hole in my heart.
Soon my lunch was saying hello to me, and I crawled my way to the road, the gravel cutting into my skin.
My voice came out in whispers and whimpers of pain, one name stuck on my tongue, Gabriel, Gabriel Gray.
The road was hard and cold, but there I stayed, waiting for it, hoping for it, waiting for death to sweep me off my feet, just like Gabriel did.
The hum of motors and tires making tracks filled my ears, and my body. I started to fade away, the screaming and yells whirled past my ears; I was too far away to care.
"WANKERS! You're all just a bunch of wankers! Leaving a woman bleeding in the middle of the damn street, this is why I HATE every one of you!"
His voice was distant, like the hum of a train at four in the morning. Trains that Jamie cared too much for, he loved them more then anything and anyone, and said each day that soon he would be driving one himself, tooting the horn just for me as he came past.
Hands like sand paper, and strength like a lion. He held me, carrying me, holding me while I shook with tears and screams that never seemed to stop.
It was hours, days, weeks I stayed still, mourning and being brought back from the edge, by a man, a man I now love as a father.
"You never had the time to tell me your name, love. I'm Claude, and you are?"
"Rose, thank you Claude, thank you so much."
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My body felt inflamed with pain, the hole beginning to reopen and my heart falling out. I saw him, the evil thing inside him had grown far past the point of return, and I saw a familiar face, his next victim.
'Mrs. Gray, please god no.'
"I know where he is."