He wasn't sure what did it, whether it was the blood that had been spurted out onto his hands or the sickening thud of Peter's body hitting the ground, but whatever did it, Gabriel was jerked rather violently back into his own mind instead of under the influence of his ability.
He didn't scream. There was too much horror at the scene splayed before him for him to be able to provoke any type of sound from his throat. His knees buckled under him, and he fell forward, his hands landing in the slowly spreading pool of blood. He scrambled backwards in panic, away from the body, away from Peter's body, pressing himself firmly against the side of the desk.
This wasn't real. This was just a dream. It had to be a dream. He wouldn't hurt Peter like this. He wouldn't hurt Peter, period. This had to be a dream. "Wake up," Gabriel gasped to himself. "Wake up."