(no subject)

[fixeswatches]

Angela's talk with him ended up being orders. She told him that he and Elle were going to be sent on assignment together. That the only way he would really learn control would be to test it in real life situations. After all, he had proven time and time again that he wouldn't kill Elle, so her showing off her power to him wasn't a significant test of his control.

He wasn't even sure he wanted control, but he kept that part to himself and took the orders, along with the suit he was apparently supposed to wear.

They were being sent to take care of a bank robbery. The perpetrator had a power, of course. He could create fire. Gabriel couldn't help but shiver a little as he thought about that idea. What a wonderful, useful power that one could be.

And then he reminded himself that he was supposed to bring the man, Flint, in alive.

What a disappointment.

He stood in front of his mirror, adjusting the tie of his suit. He couldn't help but feel like a fraud. He didn't really want to do any of this. But for now, it seemed he had little choice if he wanted to stay close to Elle.

Comments

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

The officer looked them both up and down and then nodded tersely. Elle was relieved; usually officers got overly sensitive when the FBI came round to play. "The SWAT'll give you vest and then you're clear to go in."

"Awesome," Elle clipped, and not five minutes later she was strapping herself into a useless bullet-proof vest, eyes glancing towards the building with growing apprehension. "We're going to go in, make sure no one gets hurt, and neutralize him somehow, okay? No messes," she said pointedly, and looked up into his eyes with a knowing, straight look. "Or else."

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel pulled on a vest, nodding in agreement. He knew exactly what she meant by mess.

"No killing him."

He isn't sure he can do it, but he knows he has to try, at the very least. What else could he do at this poing? If he succeeded in resisting, maybe he would be one step closer to winning Elle back.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She just wanted to get it over with. "Come on. Keep your hands up." She did so, palms in the air, and approached the building, narrowing her eyes to peer inside--she saw Flint watching them, fire bursting from his palms defensively.

Elle was pretty sure the slight movement near his feet were the hostages, and as they approached the door, she realized she was right. She opened the glass door, and walked slowly, inside, keeping her expression calm and locking her eyes with Flint.

"One step closer, girly," Flint snapped out nervously, raising his hand threateningly.

Elle tried not to roll her eyes, but stopped. "Flint, right? Chill out," she told him ironically. "We're not here to hurt you. We're just hear to talk."

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel raised a hand, seizing Flint's body with his telekinesis. "That's right," He said in dark, dangerous tone as he stalked toward the firestarter. "We just want to talk."

Ticking going off in his head as desire overwhelms him. Such a wonderful, beautiful, useful power. To create flames. Fire. Like the first man.

He wanted it and it took all of his self control not to break into Flint's head right there and take it.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

So much for subtle, she thought.

Flint's eyes blazed with panic when he couldn't move. "Hey, what--what the hell are you doing to me?"

Elle flickered her eyes back and forth between the two men--she recognized the dark desire in Gabriel's eyes immediately, and she calmed the immediate wave of pain it flared, holding out her arm to place a restraining hand on his chest as he started to walk past her. She let a tickle of electricity hum through her fingers in warning.

She'd love to see him try to push her away this time.

"What's going on?" Flint asked, panicked.

The fire in his hand jumped straight up, finding no target. She couldn't deny that Gabriel was being useful... so far.

"We're going to take you someplace nice," she answered darkly, lifting a free hand full of blue lightning. "Four walls, a bed, and a toilet. You'll learn to like it."

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

A shiver ran down his spine as she let the electricity run against him. He wondered if she would fight him if he tried to kill Flint. It would be curious to see her try, though he was pretty sure he could stop her if he had to. The more he used his telekinesis, the stronger he realized it was. It certainly was a good choice for his first power.

"Did you really think you'd get away with this forever?" Gabriel asked with a wry smile. "The world is no place for thugs like you."

Flint's eyes filled with panic and the fire went further up his arm. "You don't let me go, I'll let the whole place burn, it ain't gonna kill me."

So he couldn't die by his own fire? Interesting. Gabriel's eyes narrowed and he twisted his hand so that Flint choked a little. "I don't think that would be wise."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"If you don't come willingly, we'll take you by force," Elle said. She had a feeling it would be the latter. "So why don't you make this easier? I'm having a bit of a bad day."

More like the worst week of her life.

Of course, she couldn't count on anything to go right, because that was when Flint let out a gurgled shout and fire erupted, in hot, streaming waves that flushed and burned her with heat and reached to stroke the ceiling.

Bastard.

Elle extended her hand and let a torrent of electricity--it hit Flint square in the chest and he started to spasm under the crackle.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

As the fire reached closer to Elle, something in Gabriel went off. The ticking grew louder, and that dark, deeper desire to take take take overrode his sense of reason. He stalked toward Flint's whimpering body, bringing a hand up.

It was too hard to resist.

It was too hard not to kill.

He began to cut through the man's forehead, the screams of agony only pushing him further.

Somewhere, he knew his "mother" would be angry at him for messing up the mission, but he can't get himself to care.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle dropped her hand and could only watch in horror for a moment when Gabriel began to--suddenly the Haitian was holding her again, and she was kicking and screaming and the blurry images were all in stark relief--her Daddy's mouth ajar in agony, blood running down his forehead, his eyes open in terror--and then suddenly she was back, and Gabriel was killing Flint, and the heat was growing hotter.

And it wasn't going to happen again.

The flames were reaching the roof now, and she screamed at the hostages to "Get out!"

They needed no further instruction and ran towards the door. Elle's hands were already poised, and she unleashed on Gabriel, electrocuting him hard and fast with a flick of her wrist.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel hissed out in pain as she electrocuted him. Without even a thought he flicked his own wrist in retaliation, throwing her against the wall. If he was thinking logically enough, he would probably feel bad. She was the last person he wanted to hurt, but she was in the way.

He crouches next to Flint after finishing the incision. He ripped off the man's skull and chuckled to himself, as if he was surprised to actually find any brains in there before tossing it aside. He felt around, looking for it until he shuddered as he found that special spot he had been searching for.

He rose to his feet once he finished taking the power and held a bloody hand out, letting blue fire form in his palm.

He couldn't help but smirk proudly.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She could scream--she should scream as he threw her against the wall, but she couldn't breathe. For a fleeting moment, she thought he was choking her, but no--there was no pressure, there was just panic. Her heart pounded an erratic rhythm out of her chest as she slammed down into the ground, and for the first time since she was a child, her electricity went rogue, crackling and zapping out of her in white flashes.

She lifted her head and finally sucked in a breath as he searched Flint's exposed brain (her dad's lifeless eyes and Gabriel's hands--hands that had loved her--sliding over the bloody matter). She scrambled to her feet, sparking uncontrollably as he rose as well.

And she snapped.

She didn't even think to electrocute him first; she barreled into him, using all her of weight and momentum to push him to the ground under her.

She grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and hardly needed to push out her spark--there was so much it hurt even her (or maybe that was just the grief?), and he was just a good a conductor as anything.

She tilted her head back and screamed--all the memories from that she'd pushed back and ignored and flashed through her mind, unbidden, and she was shaking with pained tears by the time it was all over, collapsed on his chest.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel cried out in pain as she channeled all her electricity, her pain, her hate, everything she had, she was putting it into him. He was surprised he could take it. It feels worse than before, somehow. He can't explain it.

As the pain subsides, he can't help but bring a bloody hand up, brushing away some of her long blond hair. He never meant to break her. He had never realized how fragile she was.

His other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He had forgotten how nice it felt, having her so close. Sure, she had just attacked him, and was crying her eyes out, but there was still something lovely about the moment that he couldn't quite explain.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She choked on each and every gasping breath, and cried harder as he held her close; it hurt, everything hurt, and he was so warm and gentle, and she didn't have any fight left.

"I hate you so much," she slurred, forced out through her hoarse throat. "You're a monster," she said, but it was just a fact.

Flint was dead, and her dad was dead, and all she had left was him, all any higher power thought she deserved was a murderer. An animal.

What did that make her?

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

His hands continued to run through her hair, as if he was unsure of what else to do at this point. He had never meant to lose such control of himself.

It made him wonder if he ever had control to begin with.

"I never said I wasn't." He said in a simple tone.

He knew what he was, now more than ever. He was a monster, an addict, unable to control himself.

And yet she was so beautifully broken, crying and weeping in his arms. His, but at what cost?

They were almost like a fairy tale. Beauty and the Beast. Only Gabriel doubted they would ever get any sort of happy ending.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"You wanted to be good," she gasped out uselessly, blinking out tears. "We were supposed to be good."

They were supposed to be happy. She'd thought they'd be happy.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"I know," His own voice weakened slightly in response.

"I thought if I was happy I could stop."

He rests his cheek against the top of her head.

"I was wrong."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She let out a wracking cry at his words, and trembled with the force of her chest splitting open. "Why?" she demanded. "Why did it have to be my dad? Why did you have to take him away?"

She knew he'd already answered, already told her, but she didn't care. She wasn't looking for his psychotic justifications; it was a question no one could ever answer.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't anything personal. I would have...it could have been anyone."

Not that it made it better.

Not that anything he said could make it better.

"But you don't need him, Elle," He insisted once more. "I love you. He just saw you as a tool, but I love you."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

It wasn't anything personal. She sucked in a harsh breath and let out an anguished scream she stifled into his chest.

It wasn't anything personal.

"You don't love me," she rasped out. "You don't do that to someone you love."

And yet she shuddered at his touch and clung to him anyway. She wanted to believe him. She wanted to make it all go away.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't know. I've never loved anyone before." He smoothed back some of her hair, pressing a kiss against her forehead.

Except maybe himself. And maybe Virginia.

But not like this.

Not this crazy possessive love that made him glad that he had killed Elle's father, because that meant he really was all she had left in the world.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She wanted to lurch back from his soothing kiss. She wanted to tear herself out of his arms and just... kill him.

But she was so tired. She was so tired, and all she could do was lie limply in his arms.

"You're sick," she whispered. By now her sobs had lessened into painful hiccups, and her voice felt raw, and she couldn't stop shaking.

She'd never loved anyone before, either.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"I know," He conceded, a humorless smirk on his lips as he said it. He tilted her head up, bringing a hand to brush away some of the tears, the dried blood on his hands leaving stains on her face.

He drew himself up from the floor just enough to press his lips against hers. Maybe if he just pressed things enough, she'd realize they could still be happy together.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

A fresh wave of hot tears stung her eyes as he kissed her, and she choked a little against his mouth. He was tender, brushing away her tears, cradling her and loving her and comforting her, as if a simple kiss could sooth all of her tears and anger and agony.

It just hurt more, because it felt so right. She wanted him to kiss her, and hold her, and make everything okay again.

How could something that felt so beautiful be a lie?

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He had dealt with watches more broken than her in the past before. There had to be a way to wind her up, make her work again.

He had to fix her.

But for now, he just pressed against her a little more, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Because he liked kissing her. Because he didn't know what else to do. Because she hadn't said no yet.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She closed her eyes tight and parted her lips; she couldn't move away, she couldn't say no. She couldn't do anything but let him have her.

And she felt... relief. She didn't have to fight anymore. She didn't have to feel. She could let him make everything better. She could just melt into the safety of his arms and never have to worry about anything ever again.

And if sometimes it hurt, that would be okay, right? Maybe he'd make it hurt less. Maybe time would dull the pain.

Maybe this was the only way she could ever be happy again.