Hello writer's block, glad to see you're enjoying yourself, it's only been 7 months after all.

RPS, future!fic, character death, 203 words, sucky grammar. 

( I don't read death!fic but apparently I write it )

Rating: PG
Warning: Character Death
Characters: Sylar, Mohinder is mentioned.
Summary: Sylar turns himself in, after he more or less accidentally killed Mohinder...
Spoilers: Up to „How to stop an exploding Man“ - that episode not included.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes or the Characters or anything. I just play with them.
A/N: Flashbacks are marked in italics. So this is my second mylar anfiel, and it's not a very happy one... hope you like it though ;) And again sorry for my often not-so-correct english. I'm still learning to speak (or better: write) it properly.


In the End

It was a calm and very quiet evening for Officer Johnson. No murders, no worried, old, little women talking about stolen purses, nothing. At least, that was until that strange guy turned up. Johnson didn't hear him coming. Suddenly, he was...just there - a look on his face that displayed a mixture of grief, fury and something else he couldn't really describe. All he knew was that the man had nearly scared him to death, and that he was the reason why he had accidentally poured a whole cup of steaming, hot coffee over his clothes. The Officer didn't mind, though. At least that gave him a chance to disappear a minute from the man's gaze and change his clothes – even if he had to go back eventually, to question him.
Now the man sat at the other side of Johnsons desk, accompanied by two guards – just in case.
„So, what did you say your name was?“, asked Johnson.
„Gabriel Gray.“ The voice sounded uninflected. Aslike it didn't care about what it was saying. Johnson didn't understand that point, though. He would definitely care if he'd ever turn himself in!
„And why do you want to turn yourself in?“, he repeated the question he'd already asked before. He didn't like the answer.
„Murder.“, the man paused for a moment. „The murder of Mohinder Suresh. And of all the people that are crossed out on this list.“ He handed Johnson a piece of paper. The police officer gasped. There were incredibly many names on this list, and as far as he could tell, most of them were crossed out. However, Johnson had to pull himself together, and go on with the questioning. He could wonder about this later, when he was safely back home.
„Do you have any evidence?“
A short silence followed. Then:
„No.“Another Pause. „At least not of the murder of those on The List. But you might find my fingerprints on Mohinders body“, the man added. Johnson frowned.
„How do you kill so many people without leaving any evidence behind?“, he asked.
„That'd be my special secret, I guess.“ Johnson didn't like how Gray pronounced special. It sounded aslike more the word itself, than the man on the other side of his desk had killed those people.
„We'll see what we can find out about these“, he said and pointed at The List. Then he addressed himself to the two officers next to Gray.
„Take him to his cell.“

~*~


„It's not about us, you know“, Sylar said, when he raised his hand.
„Oh, no, not at all“
Surprised, Sylar sank his hand. „What do you mean?“
Mohinder looked at him in disgust.
„This is all about us. Every single bit of it. You just can't stand the thought that I could still be out there. That you could have changed anything.“
„Shut up.“
„No. Unless you kill me, I won't.“
„SHUT UP!“, Sylar shouted, a look of despair flashed over his face.
There was a short silence.

„Why should I. You know what I say is the truth. You can't change the truth, Sylar, nobody can. You cannot change life either. Although you were close to actually making a change. Too bad you had to realize you're still a human after all.“
„When you're dead, I won't be.“
„No, probably not. But you'd still not be what you need to be to make a difference.“
„What do you know about that?“
„Honestly, not much. But I know you.“
Sylar laughed sardonicly. „A few days ago, you didn't even know who I am.“
„That's not what I meant.“
Sylar fell silent and turned away, Mohinder remained at the couch, unable to move. But whatever the geneticist would say, there was no escape. He wasn't finished with him, and Mohinder knew it.


~*~

The cell was dim. The only light came from the corridor around the corner.
It didn't matter to Gabriel. Nothing mattered right now. And he didn't know whether it would ever matter again.
Because he was broken. He realized that the moment Mohinder had stopped breathing. Had stopped being.
He had managed to become special. But at that exact moment he had lost it. He wasn't special anymore. It felt like he had never been. Oh, Sylar still had his powers, his abilities. But they didn't make him special anymore. Now they made him to one of those people who didn't deserve their abilities. People that weren't worth living. He had lost it all.
Sylar, however, didn't live to loose. He hadn't been created to do that. Sylar couldn't bear losses. Especially none of that scale. And that was where Sylar had left. Gabriel Gray was left behind, with all the pain, the guilt, the grief. With the knowledge of being so nonsignificant, so small. Just another human, who might have super-powers, but who didn't know how to use them properly.
He was broken. And there was nobody left to fix him.

~*~


„I have to do this, Mohinder. I might not like it, and neither do you – well I guess nobody would like this – but it's for the greater good. I have to do something, I have to change this world. You could stop me, but I won't give you the chance to do that. I can't.“
„What if I promise, not to stop you?“
„You might say that now, so you can survive. But we both know you can't keep that promise.“
„What if I help you?“
„I wouldn't force you to do that. I'd have to break you. I could fix you, but you wouldn't be the same. You don't want that.“
His words shut Mohinder up. At least for a minute or so.
„But you still care, don't you? How can you kill me like that?“
„There is no other way.“
„There is.“
„No.“


~*~

It didn't take long until the FBI got involved in Gabriels case. Of course they did. He was close to the top of their Wanted-List.
Gabriel told them everything about the people he had killed, everything about how he had travelled through the country, looking for them. The only thing he didn't tell them was how he had managed to do it. But they didn't seem to want to know. They didn't need to. Because finally, finally they knew they had the right man.
They still couldn't find any hard evidence. But they had worked so hard for this, and they were so desperate to eventually kill the guy, that they didn't care anymore.
The next day, they decided, they would execute him. This wouldn't be official – and how could it be? But it would be over then. And that was all that counted. For them.

~*~

Sylar wondered what death would be like. Would it be like...living, only different? Could one meet other dead people there? He hoped he could.
Because death, he finally realized, was the only place where he and Mohinder could be together, despite all those things he had done in his life. Nobody would stop them there, and Mohinder wouldn't be in danger anymore. And there wouldn't be any big plans, any tasks for the greater good that prevented him from being with Mohinder. Death would be so much happier.
It was that thought that stayed in his mind, while they led him to the one room that was shielded from the rest of the building. There were no more guards, only two FBI agents he didn't know.
Once he entered the room he was pushed to the ground. He didn't fight, didn't care. It would all be over soon, very soon.
„Goodbye, Sylar“, one of the agents said and pulled his gun out.
Gabriel closed his eyes.