Gabriel barely registered the new presence before the bullets collided with his shoulder, sending him doubling backwards, his back slamming hard against the floorboards as his gaze turned up to the person standing over him with the gun, his breathing quickening as the figure shifted in the darkness and the words ran in his head in Bennet's voice.
You won't be able to heal from the next bullet I put in you. You took that ability from my Claire. It isn't yours to use; none of them are. And I'm going to make sure you lose them just like you lost all of the others. Then their true owners can finally get some peace. You've already lose one, Gabriel. It's just a matter of time before you lose the rest.
Each word stung, hitting a sore place in his heart as Gabriel scrambled backwards, fear blanketing his face for a moment as the bullets clinked out of his shoulder and hit the ground. Fear seeped through all of his pores until finally, his mind had had enough. Weak. Pathetic. Afraid. The coward had tried to deal with this situation, and he'd failed.
His visage hardened in a split second. All emotions other than a sheer defensive rage were suppressed, pushed aside for the moment as Sylar shoved himself to his feet. The telekinesis wasn't at his disposal anymore. Just like Bennet had promised. One ability down. But that didn't matter. He had plenty more.
"What's the matter, Noah? Not willing to play on my terms?" Sylar growled, raising a hand and flicking at the air, watching as the gun in the man's hand dissolved into thousands upon thousands of fragmented metal shards, littering the floor at his feet. "Not such a big man without a gun, are you?"