for badcompany_muse: wrath

Remember, and forget not, how thou provokedst the Lord thy God to wrath.


The shadows are alive.

He's vaguely aware that normally, it's all in his head as shadows aren't sentient, but this time? This time, his imagination has basis in fact, as he's aware of Mohinder looming behind him, watching. He can't feel his thoughts, his mind having shut down his telepathy--or at least his half of it--so it can cope with the race horse stride of his own insanity, but he can sense his presence. Hear his heart beating in the dark, over the jump of his and the hammer of hers.

Her. His prey.

He's been leashed too long, unfairly chained while Mohinder's managed two kills without even letting him be there, a voyeur to darker impulses. He's been ignoring the ticking, trying to stop the influx of madness and want to know. But not anymore. Not anymore, and he's in fine form, slinking through the shadows of the boiler room, wanting to make this last. Who knows the next time something so easy, so wonderful--terrible--will be right under his nose? Who knows how long it will be before Mohinder lets him again?

( So he's going to take her, this girl who looks so very out of place down here, in a smart business suit and three inch heels. )

Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 760