RP: Lost Sons

[i_can_fix_it]

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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[i_can_fix_it]

"No, it was smart to hold back then. Like you say, too many people and you had no idea what you were dealing with. But what does that kid matter now? Or any of it? You're leaving that whole life behind. It's not just a licking a bruised ego, you could have killed that kid. You had his life in your hands and spared it. That's power, too. He's beneath you.

"The hard part is to stop letting other people's opinions and expectations shape you. It's easy to say, but really letting go and determining your own worth, working without that net..." It was something Sylar himself was just now really doing. Chosing the people he considered his peers, and there really were so few of them. His quest for his father was part of that. To know if he was out from under that shadow or not, and if not, to get out.

[luke_nuke_em]

"But you can't sit there and expect me to believe that you prefer showing that kind of 'power' over the alternative. That guy--Simmons? You weren't about to let him go before I acted."
Doesn't say 'before I killed him'
"I mean...I looked at you when you were with him, and there's this look in your eyes... that was power...That was unlike anything I'd ever seen...I want to know what that feels like, Gabriel. Not the regret and embarassment I feel now even though I'll probably never see that asshole again."
When he turned in his seat, the look in his eyes could be described as 'imploring'. And it was, he wanted this man to show him things he hadn't seen...to make him feel like the person he was meant to be and not some scared kid who felt so alone in this world.

[i_can_fix_it]

"There have been a few choice occassions where I have prefered that to putting someone down," he gave Luke himself a significant look.

"I doubt I'd bother with any of the schoolyard bullies who harrassed me in my youth today in my prime. Their lives are menial, insignificant, compaired to mine. They couldn't hope to reach the heights I have, and he'll never live a life like you will, if you're up to it," Sylar reasoned, then conceeded, "It's a raw wound though, I know."

But the kid probably wouldn't even be thinking about it in just a few hours time. He'd be diving head first into Sylar's world, and if he was alive by the time he got out, his whole perspective would change.

[luke_nuke_em]

Okay yeah Luke himself benefitted from that moment's personal preference on Gabriel's behalf. It was hard to think about it like that since... well there wasn't even a threat of it after Simmons was put down in the boy's eyes. He just...gathered himself and left, Luke's mother moved from shouting to a stunned shock. Maybe Gabriel was used to stepping into and out of lives at his whim but Luke was not satisfied with that, he wanted to see more. And that's why he flung himself through that screen door and down the cement steps.
He shifted in his seat then glanced back over at the man in the driver's seat.
"What kind of life would that be, a life like yours? I don't have the first clue what that would mean. But this 'being on the run' thing doesn't seem new to you for one."
His voice got a little softer, his own fears of future years of gripping solitude quieting him.
"Isn't there anyone who cares about what you're doing--where you're going?"

[i_can_fix_it]

"The FBI," Gabriel smirked. "Who ever Simmons worked for, and you, apparently. What were you expecting when you ran out after me with your mother's keys? I'm looking for my own parents right now, for the father that pawned me off on his brother, and maybe the mother that let him, if she's still alive. But I'm not expecting a tearful, embracing reunion at the end, and you're probably not going to meet the girl of your dreams riding with me." Sylar wasn't a very likely wingman.