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heroslayerHe shouldn't be surprised -- this is how the Company works, after all. Anyone who gets in their way or sees too much and isn't special enough to get dragged off to a cell somewhere never to be seen again gets their mind wiped. It's procedure, and when you add in the fact that he wasn't supposed to be here in the first place, running away from his mother and Bennet, the fear and the anger, he knows he should have expected this.
He'd be lying if he said it not a shock, though; he'd be lying if he said it doesn't sting.
Frowning, as they file out of the house and back to their cars and the Haitian heads in, he pauses as he pulls open the door to his Versa and casts a glance over his shoulder. He immediately regrets it, Rachel and the Haitian framed in the bay window, his hands fluttering over her face gently as he breaks her down, but he can't look away. He's compelled to watch for reasons he doesn't understand -- reasons beyond the sick sense of curiosity he still carries and will always carry, no matter how he tries to bury it. And as her memory falls apart, he's sure something in him shatters, too.
He was the hero. For one singular, wonderful moment and against his nature, he did the right thing and it's all stripped from him in an instant. It's not fair, even if it's no real shock that he's only allowed her triumphs and never any of his own, but it still leaves a bad taste in his mouth. And as he turns back to the car, climbing in stiffly as he tries to close himself down in an effort to avoid feeling the disappointment, he starts to wonder why he bothers at all.
There is no glory -- no hope -- here.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 314
Notes: Based on the graphic novel Viewpoints. Set between Angels and Monsters (3x05) and Dying of the Light (3x06)
He'd be lying if he said it not a shock, though; he'd be lying if he said it doesn't sting.
Frowning, as they file out of the house and back to their cars and the Haitian heads in, he pauses as he pulls open the door to his Versa and casts a glance over his shoulder. He immediately regrets it, Rachel and the Haitian framed in the bay window, his hands fluttering over her face gently as he breaks her down, but he can't look away. He's compelled to watch for reasons he doesn't understand -- reasons beyond the sick sense of curiosity he still carries and will always carry, no matter how he tries to bury it. And as her memory falls apart, he's sure something in him shatters, too.
He was the hero. For one singular, wonderful moment and against his nature, he did the right thing and it's all stripped from him in an instant. It's not fair, even if it's no real shock that he's only allowed her triumphs and never any of his own, but it still leaves a bad taste in his mouth. And as he turns back to the car, climbing in stiffly as he tries to close himself down in an effort to avoid feeling the disappointment, he starts to wonder why he bothers at all.
There is no glory -- no hope -- here.
Muse: Gabriel Gray (Sylar)
Fandom: Heroes
Word Count: 314
Notes: Based on the graphic novel Viewpoints. Set between Angels and Monsters (3x05) and Dying of the Light (3x06)
