The alarm turning off came as a great relief (although it felt as if Sylar's ears would be pounding for days to come), but the words pouring from this man's mouth were, in a way, no better. Lies? Murder? What kind of person did they think he was? And, more importantly, were they right?
No...it couldn't be. He didn't know who he was, but he knew he was no murderer. He couldn't be sure, of course, but he could feel it.
He soon felt something completely different, however, as suddenly he felt hands on his neck, choking the life out of him. Except...there were no hands on his throat. This stranger certainly looked like he wanted to strangle him, but he wasn't quite close enough to do so.
But then, Gabriel hadn't been close enough to catch Claire when she had fallen at the gym, either. And yet somehow, he had done so. What was it that Claire had said? That they were "special," somehow? With the pressure on his throat, he couldn't even vocalize a response to the stranger's accusations, so perhaps this "special" ability was his only chance. He had summoned it once before...could he do so again?
Attempting to ignore the pain he was in, Gabriel tried to remember how he had managed that trick at the gym. He had reached out towards Claire when she fell, he remembered that. And, he realized, he had just seen this man wave his hand at the computer, which had apparently turned the alarm off. Was the power in their hands?
It was worth a shot. Unfortunately, however, he couldn't even move his arms from their pinned position. It was hopeless. He cried out in frustration and anguish, and as he did so he felt a surge of something flow through his body, just like before. Suddenly, the entire floor in front of him was instantly covered in a thick sheet of ice.