Jul. 31st, 2009

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Gabriel's vision was blurry as he regained conciousness. The last thing he remembered was being in the apartment and-

He had killed Elle's father.

And she had tried to kill him.

His body didn't hurt as much as it should have, which only confuses him. He's strapped to a table, with wires and IVs attached to him. As his vision focused he noticed a woman sitting at the corner of his bed. She was prim, and proper, and she had an air of importance to her that surprised him.

"Who are you, and why am I here?" He gasped out.

Elle? Where was Elle?

He needed to explain himself to her. Make her understand. She didn't need her father. They could still be happy.

He just needed to make her see.

The woman smiled in a condescending fashion, brushing her hand against his forehead. "You're here, Gabriel, because you're important. You're special."

"Who are you?" He demanded, his voice becoming rougher now.

"My name is Angela Petrelli," She leaned in to whisper into his ear. "And I'm your mother."

"No. You're not." His mother was Virginia Grey. The woman who still lived in Queens. Who collected snowglobes.

And hated Elle.

"But I am," She insisted. "Did you really think you were the son of a watchmaker and a woman who collected snowglobes?"

It was like he imagined as a child. Someone coming and telling him he belonged somewhere else. That he was meant for something better.

But it was too late.

He had already ruined everything.


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Gabriel Gray

July 2010

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