InsaneJournal

WHO: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray & OPEN
WHAT: Gabriel is practicing his abilities as he remembers them, taking advantage of the silence to go unnoticed. Hopefully.
WHERE: Behind Building B
WHEN: The morning after the silence settles in
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

Nothing. Not a single sound. Gabriel was more confused than he was distressed. There was no obvious explanation for it, but he had tried every thing that he could think of in the apartment up to and including the toys that had been purchased for Noah at one of the local shops. They whirled. They light up. They did everything that they were supposed to, but Gabriel could hear nothing. He tried talking. He tried singing. He tried every type of sound that he could, and while this vocal chords were vibrating, he couldn't hear a thing. So either everyone had gone deaf overnight. Or all of the sound waves were being blocked.

Somehow.

He had an ability that dealt with sound. He remembered watching the man scream, the waves that it produced that were strong enough to send objects flying. But knowing that he had it was a far cry from knowing how to use it. He was at a loss with most of his abilities anymore. He knew they were there. He remembered each death, understood what each person was supposed to do, what they had given him. But all he could focus on each time he recalled the memories was the sheer terror in each of their eyes, and a surge of guilt for being the one that caused it.

Objects in his room shook around him as the current of emotion ran through his system, and he looked at the items, peering at them for a long moment before lifting his hand and waving it, watching as one decorative statue slammed into the wall and shattered. Maybe... Maybe that was all he had to do. Remember the terror, remember the person, remember the guilt.

Gathering up several of the random things littered about the room, Gabriel carried them outside, frowning as he lined them up on a ledge near the side of the building, stepping back and lifting his hands, shifting them around. At least, the telekinesis came easily enough. It was well practiced, well used, and fell back into place simply. The next, however... Gabriel formed his hand into the shape of a gun, frowning as he stared at it, remembering the rage that had boiled in his blood when he'd killed Trevor, his own selfish desires and injured pride driving him forward to commit an act that he found revolting.

Forgive me father, for I have sinned.

One of the statuettes shattered into a dozen sharp fragments without so much as a ping, Gabriel eying the remains, his hand still formed into a gun leveled out in front of him. Interesting. And definitely a new feeling, almost like he'd never used that one before.