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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[luke_nuke_em]

Luke sighed some...that wasn't exactly what he was getting at but whatever. The 'dream girl' comment chafed at him though.
"So let me guess. I'm a sixteen-year old male so the only thing I could possibly care about would be getting laid at the end of every situation? I don't care about that...I don't care about meeting any girl. That's not what I want out of this."
At this point, Luke wasn't sure how he felt about things like dating. It was supposed to be what a normal teenager did, what a boy wanted was to get laid no matter what. It just never...appealed much to him. At least none of the girls he'd ever met did anything for, and sometimes he wondered if it was because he had a complete lack of interest. At least for that gender. Yet another question to pose about himself, like he really needed any more.

[i_can_fix_it]

"No," Gabriel certainly hadn't been. "I'm just saying that following a serial killer across country, you're probably not going to make a lot of intimate friends, people who would miss you. I disappear and pop back up when and where I'm least expected," usually, "It keeps me alive and unincarcerated, and means no papertrail, no one who knows me well enough to track me.

"Yes, I've been doing this for a while. I'm used to it, pretty comfortable with keeping my own company. I lived alone for long time, even before all this. You've probably been a loner, too, hm? Forced into associating with jerks and idiots by the public school system, maybe a 'close friend' or two, a small band of outcasts, but they don't really know you, do they? How could they? And I don't think they came to mind as a good reason to stay at home tonight, huh?"

[luke_nuke_em]

Shit. Luke had no disillusions that this guy hadn't killed before, but to call himself a 'serial killer'? Bold claim. A light smirk curled his lip slightly.
"No...they didn't. And you're serious? A 'serial killer'? I've never heard of a serial killer named Gabriel."
Luke couldn't help a soft chuckle before he glanced back again. Okay he was being kind of an asshole to this guy who let him come along without even knowing him. But Luke was trying to hide the thrill that pounded inside of his heart at hearing someone say those words so non-chalently. Of being... proud of it.
"So...how many people?"

[i_can_fix_it]

"Oh, God..." His eyes rolled up a bit, but not out of incredulty, out of honest thought. He was trying to count, and it wasn't easy. He didn't have an eidetic memory any more. "I've lost count, and there isn't a serial killer known as 'Gabriel'. Investigators call me 'Sylar'. I don't know if that's leaked to the media or not."

Because unlike narcissistic amatures that kept scrapbooks or self-dedicated shrines, Gabriel didn't have a collection of news articles about himself, didn't care what reporters had to say. Even when he still had his apartment, the only clippings refered to victims who had yet to be located. Once a target had been acquired, it all went in the trash to make room for the next.

[luke_nuke_em]

"Hm. No I haven't heard that name before..."
Unbeknownst to Luke however, he had heard of Sylar's crimes. Random 'weird news' articles online about bodies with the skull caps sawed off, no fingerprints, brains removed. He thought it was fascinating, but lately it stopped happening...so he lost interest.
"Can I ask why? Were they all cops and yeah, Feds? What's the reason for it?"