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Gabriel lay motionless inside his isolated room. Bloodshot eyes contrasted the pale yellow face indicating his state of being. Any kind of feeling had left his body long ago. His mouth stood half-open and he was unable to move even his tongue over his cracked lips. He just lay there. Numb. Bordering on the edge of unconsciousness or worse; death.
His eyes were open, but they could have just as well been shut; they did not register anything that was happening in the confined space directly in front of him.
For days he had desperately tried to keep himself sane and awake by challenging that part of him that was skilled the most: his brains. Each time they came inside his sultry cell to test him, he had tested them too. Using that what was left of his powers to get a glimpse of their insides, seek the flaws in their designs until he found the information needed. It satisfied his curiosity and he also stored the findings inside his mind for future purposes. Of course not all of them had those little inconsistencies he so desperately searched for, but some of them did. If they were aware of this fact themselves was not very likely. The people on the list who did know, had only become aware of their special abilities fairly recent and Gabriel was quite sure that the man referred to as Horn-Rimmed Glasses was not eager to share his knowledge with the people it concerned. Too much information could make them leap out of his direct control after all.
Not that any of that mattered anymore. Now he was powerless, listless. His body drained of its strength he lacked the energy to dig deep inside their brains. Examinating their inner workings no longer gave him that fragment of hope that could keep him going. What good was it after all? He couldn't escape this prison, not after last time. Security had tightened, his powers significantly weakened. All effort was pointless, a meaningless respite of the inevitable. The end was lingering around the corner, he knew it. The final pang of hope had left his body with the last unidentified fluid he was injected with. The small red dot on the inside of his right arm being the only lasting proof for that.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick...
A sudden sound interrupted the forced silence. Gabriel's first thought - if the sensation penetrating his mind could be defined as a thought at all - was that he was listening to the soothing sound of time passing by. The mechanic noise of the clocks he compulsively took apart to fix them again moments later, were now ringing in his final moments. But then the sound suddenly faded away to make place for that of a soft tapping noise. Nearly inaudible, but in the eerie, quiet room present anyhow. The sound swiftly moved over Gabriel's bed until it finally came into view.
His eyes remained unaffected, lacking the strength to move or even just focus on the blurry image of the tiny creature so carelessly walking from right to left and back again.
Gabriel's mind only slowly processed the oddness of having this inferior animal inside his cell. He was no longer alone, which was peculiar on itself. The room was supposed to be completely isolated. A measure taken to keep the outside world away from him and to keep him away from that same outside world. He was a danger to it after all, or so he had been repeatedly told by a fumed glassed man, during those moments right after the second capturing. The man repeatedly spat out his anger by scorning Gabriel. The death of one of his employees influencing his emotions up till the point he could no longer control them, it made Gabriel briefly wonder if they had been engaged in more than a simple working relationship.
After the incident that same man had made absolutely sure the small space was completely sealed off so there was no way for Gabriel to come in contact with anyone outside of the 'doctors' occasionally walking in and out. And the systematically appliance of drugs had decreased the chance of reprise to near zero. It painfully but consistently broke Gabriel's body and powers down until his mind was no longer able to fix him.
Slow but steady the black trembling smudge on his vision became a solid picture of a cockroach, its hard shield reflecting the halogen lights into Gabriel's eyes. When finally the understanding of this sudden appearance entered his mind he smiled. It was not a psychical smile plastered over his face, not even a twinge of the lips--his body was still numb, his face locked in a glare of emptiness. But on the inside a small glee of hope burned, breaking down the poison that had spread through his vains. If this animal had managed to force itself into the confined space it meant the room wasn't fully isolated after all. Gabriel did not need a door sized hole to slip through. To escape all he really needed was a tiny connection to the outside world, just enough to drain the necessary energy and build up his strength again.
When the cockroach seemed to have enough of the pointless walking back and forth it made its way down the bed, vanishing out of Gabriel's direct sight as quickly as it had come.
His eyes shifted almost unnoticeably, for the first time in days. The drowsiness that had laid as a suffocating blanket over his willpower was quickly disappearing, making place for a malicious cold stare.
And then Sylar blinked.
His eyes were open, but they could have just as well been shut; they did not register anything that was happening in the confined space directly in front of him.
For days he had desperately tried to keep himself sane and awake by challenging that part of him that was skilled the most: his brains. Each time they came inside his sultry cell to test him, he had tested them too. Using that what was left of his powers to get a glimpse of their insides, seek the flaws in their designs until he found the information needed. It satisfied his curiosity and he also stored the findings inside his mind for future purposes. Of course not all of them had those little inconsistencies he so desperately searched for, but some of them did. If they were aware of this fact themselves was not very likely. The people on the list who did know, had only become aware of their special abilities fairly recent and Gabriel was quite sure that the man referred to as Horn-Rimmed Glasses was not eager to share his knowledge with the people it concerned. Too much information could make them leap out of his direct control after all.
Not that any of that mattered anymore. Now he was powerless, listless. His body drained of its strength he lacked the energy to dig deep inside their brains. Examinating their inner workings no longer gave him that fragment of hope that could keep him going. What good was it after all? He couldn't escape this prison, not after last time. Security had tightened, his powers significantly weakened. All effort was pointless, a meaningless respite of the inevitable. The end was lingering around the corner, he knew it. The final pang of hope had left his body with the last unidentified fluid he was injected with. The small red dot on the inside of his right arm being the only lasting proof for that.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick...
A sudden sound interrupted the forced silence. Gabriel's first thought - if the sensation penetrating his mind could be defined as a thought at all - was that he was listening to the soothing sound of time passing by. The mechanic noise of the clocks he compulsively took apart to fix them again moments later, were now ringing in his final moments. But then the sound suddenly faded away to make place for that of a soft tapping noise. Nearly inaudible, but in the eerie, quiet room present anyhow. The sound swiftly moved over Gabriel's bed until it finally came into view.
His eyes remained unaffected, lacking the strength to move or even just focus on the blurry image of the tiny creature so carelessly walking from right to left and back again.
Gabriel's mind only slowly processed the oddness of having this inferior animal inside his cell. He was no longer alone, which was peculiar on itself. The room was supposed to be completely isolated. A measure taken to keep the outside world away from him and to keep him away from that same outside world. He was a danger to it after all, or so he had been repeatedly told by a fumed glassed man, during those moments right after the second capturing. The man repeatedly spat out his anger by scorning Gabriel. The death of one of his employees influencing his emotions up till the point he could no longer control them, it made Gabriel briefly wonder if they had been engaged in more than a simple working relationship.
After the incident that same man had made absolutely sure the small space was completely sealed off so there was no way for Gabriel to come in contact with anyone outside of the 'doctors' occasionally walking in and out. And the systematically appliance of drugs had decreased the chance of reprise to near zero. It painfully but consistently broke Gabriel's body and powers down until his mind was no longer able to fix him.
Slow but steady the black trembling smudge on his vision became a solid picture of a cockroach, its hard shield reflecting the halogen lights into Gabriel's eyes. When finally the understanding of this sudden appearance entered his mind he smiled. It was not a psychical smile plastered over his face, not even a twinge of the lips--his body was still numb, his face locked in a glare of emptiness. But on the inside a small glee of hope burned, breaking down the poison that had spread through his vains. If this animal had managed to force itself into the confined space it meant the room wasn't fully isolated after all. Gabriel did not need a door sized hole to slip through. To escape all he really needed was a tiny connection to the outside world, just enough to drain the necessary energy and build up his strength again.
When the cockroach seemed to have enough of the pointless walking back and forth it made its way down the bed, vanishing out of Gabriel's direct sight as quickly as it had come.
His eyes shifted almost unnoticeably, for the first time in days. The drowsiness that had laid as a suffocating blanket over his willpower was quickly disappearing, making place for a malicious cold stare.
And then Sylar blinked.
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