"Over my dead, smoking body! Rose, that's out of the question!"
I was beginning to grow irritated, rubbing my hands together; I made myself stop when I saw too much redness.
I had a frown, not a pity smile, or a sad smile, but a frown; this seemed to get his interest.
"It will be over your dead body, if I let Peter and you rush in there like a bunch of morons. I'm not taking that chance, I'm going and that's final."
My voice was firm and demanding, two things I was not, until now. He was furious, his anger seemed to be growing at every mention of the bugger, he called the cookoo bird.
"If you don't stay, I don't think I'll ever be able to leave that place, force field or not."
It was hard, the tears were there dying to find there way down my cheeks, and make me weak once again. I was like a ticking time-bomb of tears.
"Fine, GO! Yell if he tries anything, I'll bash his little sociopathic head in."
The winding stairs seemed to turn into creatures that would gobble me up if I tried to go up them. Every step I took made me feel even more afraid, just seeing his face, his eyes, the eyes of Sylar not Gabriel, would make me break.
I could shatter; become nothing but dust, a hollow person.
The door stood there, becoming a huge mouth, fangs and all, if I dared come in, it would sallow me up.
I didn't know if it was me or my heart that rang it, I just know it was barely hearable, only to him.
"I'll get it, mom."
The feeling, like air was being taken from my lungs, it was the feeling I always knew to run and hide with, but there I was, waiting for my impeding doom.
'Gabriel Gray, you're finally going to pay'
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My mouth was dry, like I had eaten a bunch of cotton balls, and the peanut butter sandwich didn't help.
I watched her, mutter and ramble on, the same old mother, nothing to make her stand out, nothing at all.
The sweater vest seemed a size to small, my hair too prefect, like I was trying to be someone I had let go so long ago.
For a moment I thought there was ringing in my head that I was falling father off the edge, but then I remembered normal humans use doors and door bells.
"I'll get it, mom."
I needed to try it again, to blend in, act normal when I was far from it. I didn't know what was behind the door, a tax man; mother had a lot of those, a girl scout, cookies and all.
For a moment I needed my glasses to see clearly again, I needed someone to come and shake me awake from this dream, but there was no one, no one but her.
"Rosie?"