InsaneJournal

WHO: Gabriel "Sylar" Gray & Angela Petrelli
WHAT: Sylar feels a familiar creeping urge.
WHERE: Angela's apartment
WHEN: Evening
RATING: PG-13; for character death
STATUS: Narrative; COMPLETED

There was a deep undercurrent of foreboding in everything lately. Her dreams had been unsettling, even if they had made little sense to her, and with all this talk of the apocalypse of all things, Angela wasn't quite sure what to make of things anymore. There had only been one dream that she had had recently that had made any sense, and as she sat in the living room of her apartment peering out the window, the sound of the lock clicking open let her know that the events were about to be underway. If, perhaps, she had had more warning of the events rather than merely waking up to them a few minutes earlier, she could have done something about it, added an intersection that would have prevented the events. Since she hadn't, Angela turned calmly to face her fate, smiling at the man that stood in her doorway.

"I really thought you'd conquered it this time."

It had been an odd urge that had crept up on him all of a sudden that night. He'd thought that he had stamped out those types of thoughts, but the nagging at the back of his mind hadn't settled until it had crept through his entire body and consumed what had remained of his willpower. It was hard to say what had caused it. Maybe his life had become too stable. Maybe he was too happy. One could say that he was of the type that liked to destroy everything that he'd been handed in one foul swoop, but whatever it was, that would probably be the ultimate outcome. Not that any of that had even crossed his mind. No, the only thought that had repeated in his mind was that Angela could ruin it all.

"I can't get rid of something that's a part of me," He said, stepping out of the shadows, a demented glint in his eyes that hadn't been present for nearly three years now. "I'm sure you know what comes next."

Angela stood, a very soft expression on her face as she stepped towards him, the fear that had once been present in their interactions nowhere to be seen as she stood right in front of him, raising a hand to touch his cheek, shaking his head sadly as he jerked out of the touch, "Save my life, then take it. The situation comes full circle," She smiled, her hand moving down to settle on his chest. "When rationality catches up with you, Gabriel, tell Peter and Claire that I love them."

Sylar's lip curled, a growl half leaving his lips as he flicked his fingers, hearing that satisfying crack as Angela's neck snapped in two, her body crumpling to the floor of the apartment.

"We'll see how long that takes."