RP: Lost Sons

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Summary: Simmons wasn't lying when he said the Government had aprehended Samson Gray. Sylar gets a bare minimum of information out of him before the man goes for his gun and is microwaved into a puddle by Luke. Sensing a common spirit in the boy, Sylar baits Luke into following him with the bonus of stealing Mom's woodpanel station wagon. So

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He turned in his seat a little more, the seat belt strained against his chest.
"Well, that may be but...I bet they couldn't do anything like you or I can, right?"
His lips curved in the subtlest of smirks as he sat there.
"You know that I can help you with what you're trying to do. Or you would have just kept walking."
Luke's face darkened a little, both eyes shifted to the floor of the station wagon.
"That or... you would have just killed me and left."

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"Hmf," Gabriel scoffed with a smirk. No, Mohinder couldn't do what they could do when he'd been on the roadtrip with Gabriel, and though Bennet couldn't he was more than a match. Elle on the otherhand had been well versed in her ability. It didn't matter. Let the boy think he was unique.

What amused Sylar was that Luke thought his ability had saved him. He didn't know a thing about how Gabriel had acquired all his aptitude, probably thought it came naturally. It was what was up inside the kid's head that made Gabriel think twice about splitting his skull, but not the ability. It was the thoughts, the feelings such as they were

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At this, Luke glanced up again.
"...Yeah it was. I guess I didn't--didn't even think of it like that. I just knew I had to act, and I did."
He shrugged nonchalently.
"I guess I didn't really think about it in those final terms until I saw what was left of him--how fast he went down. It felt pretty 'final' then, but not before. I didn't really care that what I was going to do would kill him. The 'shock' was that I was able to turn him into...that. I never thought before what my--"
Power? Should he call it a power, is that too comic book?
"--power could do to a person."
That was a lie, a big one. Pretty much ever since he found out what he could do, he'd pictured letting himself go off in front of disliked teachers, asshole peers...not his mother though. He had drawn some sort of a moral line in himself until this man came along and gave his resentment a chance to be let out into the open. Only now could he picture doing that.Now he wondered if he could boil flesh from a distance like he could a mug of coffee or a pot of water.

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"You can't. ...lie to me," Gabriel rolled his eyes to the side, looking straight at Luke for a long moment before bothering again with the road. "The bonus is, you don't get to lie to yourself any more, either, because I will call you on it, every time. So, you might as well not bother.

"Did your palm warm before you balled it up and slugged that punk kid that pissed you off? Did you imagine grabbing his forehead instead and just watching his brains scramble, leaking out his nose and eyes?" Sylar certainly liked the image. "That's the real power behind these abilities, Luke. The imagination, and the courage to really use them."

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That look was...whoa. What, can he read minds now too? He shook off the fear that washed over him when the man's eyes bore down into his core so easily. It was important for Luke to try and prove that he wasn't just some kid looking for excitement and freedom. What teenager wasn't?
"...Well it's not like he and I were alone, there was a crowd of people."
Bitterly said as he turned back to looking out of the window. The red mark on his face well-hid by the dark of the moving vehicle.
"I should have though. Because instead--I ended up looking weak no matter how many times I got a hit in, he still got in the last punch."