Gabriel Gray (ex_tobespeci922) wrote in serenitymain, @ 2009-08-23 00:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | elle bishop, gabriel "sylar" gray |
Who: Gabriel Gray/Sylar/Nylar & Elle Bishop
When: Sometime after arriving
Where: Alleyway behind the apartments
What: Meeting to discuss his identity
Rating: PG-13, to be safe
Status: Complete?
'I am not Sylar. I am not Sylar. I am not Sylar.' The simple four word statement had been Sylar's Nathan's personal mantra since he had spoken with Elle, and a fact he liked to think that he was sure of -- despite what Elle and Sylar's...kid had to say about it. It was, however, even more alarming than the fact that he'd magically been transported to this godforsaken place, which he'd hardly had any time to ponder over given the aforementioned circumstances. Being in an unknown place paled in comparison to being in a completely different body and being told you're the murderous father of a kid he'd never heard of before. And speaking of, he still had to find that poor kid some food. Where the hell was he going to find food around here?
And so here he was, behind the apartment building he had woken up earlier in where Elle and him had planned to meet: trying his best to remain unconvinced that he was Sylar despite how much of what Elle said rang true deep in his gut, wondering why the hell he was in the monster's body, and desperately wishing someone he knew was around to reassure him that inside, he was Nathan Petrelli.
What would he even say to her, though? She was thoroughly convinced that he was Sylar and he had a feeling that no matter what he said, her opinion wouldn't change. Why on Earth she wanted that bastard to be around, he couldn't say -- if the man had killed her like she said (which surprisingly wasn't a point of confusion for him; coming back to life wasn't a new concept within the Petrelli family) then it made no sense to him that she would want him to still be around. Revenge, maybe? It was a considerably hard thing to gauge given Sylar lacked any sort of solid memory of the woman or exactly what she was like.
If it actually was revenge, being here might not have been the best idea, he realized, but it certainly wasn't like he could just avoid the woman. Leaning against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest, Nathan-or-Sylar glanced towards the entrance of the alley. Almost as if on cue, the silhouette of a blonde appeared, and he let out a strained, "Hello?"