WHO: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray
WHAT: Sylar plays around with his new ability and indulges in the joys of anonymity.
WHERE: New York City, New York
WHEN: Wednesday Night
RATING: PG
STATUS: Narrative
Nobody was noticing him. He was slipping through the crowd without having a second glance thrown his way. There was the occasional glance back as he pretended to bumble into someone, offering them an apologetic smile with a face that wasn't his own before slipping off down another street, ducking into an alley, and then continuing on his way with a different face. By the time that he finally reached the front stoop of the shop, Sylar had run through at least a dozen faces, male, female, young, old, and a variety in between.
It was a freeing feeling, being able to not have to worry about being spotted among the crowd, to not have to worry about the image that he was presenting, to not have to worry about whether he was playing Gabriel or Sylar, one or the other or a mixture of both. Instead, he was someone else entirely. All of the encouragements that his mother had given him when he was younger were finally true. He was anything that he wanted to be, anyone that he wanted to be. And nobody could stop him. Nobody would.
Not when he finally had what he had always wanted.