Prelude: Gabriel was the violent one and Sylar was the nice one. One day, Chandra Suresh comes and tells Sylar he has magnificent powers. Gabriel gets angry and decides to obtain powers for himself then transfers them to his borhter my mere touch. The only thing is, Gabriel is telling everyone his name is Sylar...framing his brother. This video shows the relationship siblings have, fights and what not but on a larger level. Gabriel wants Sylar to embrace this destiny but Sylar doesn't want to be a murderer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A0ZzxS1t2KA

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Episode: Don't Look Back

The dinging of the door bell caused Sylar to look up from the watch he was working on; the one he was custom making for his own use. Seeing who it was, he just went back to his task. The man who entered made his way to the back room, removing his black duster.

"You're late," Sylar said as he reached over to grab another tool. When no answer came, he leaned back on his chair, removing his work spectacles. The sound of running water floated out the door and to his ears. Sighing, he placed the frames down upon his work desk. Standing, he made his way over to the lounge doorway where he leaned against the frame. "Want to talk about it?"

"No," the man said, cutting Sylar off. Sylar's eyes fell upon the water running off the man's hands as he furiously scrubbed them. The water was a crimson red. As the hands reached up for the white toewel, Sylar stood erect.

"No don't..." but it was too late. The what was white towel was now crimson and damp. "F**kin A! Use your head!" Sylar said, hitting the wall then walked over to him. Suddenly he whipped around and grabbed Sylar's wrist. "Ow! Stop it!" he exclaimed but all it did was cause the man to tighten his grip. Suddenly his skin felt really cold and began to hiss. "Gabriel stop it!" he yelled and glared into his eyes. The man grinned as he let go, turning back to the sink. Sylar glanced down at his wrist as the blue tone on his skin seeped into his veins and spread like wild fire. Coldness overwhelmed him as his breath was taken away, mist rising from his cold, blue lips. He raised his head to the ceiling as he felt the numbness reach his head, eyesight going blurry. He didn't know that his eyes were now an ice blue. He closed his eyes and lowered his head, biting his lip, as he made his hands into fists as the feeling left his body. When he opened his eyes to glare at his brother, they were back to normal. "Where did you get THIS one?" he said through gritted teeth. Gabriel's grin just widened as he picked up the remote control, pointed it at the TV and hit the power button.

"With breaking news, a couple were found brutally murdered in the safety of their own home. The only one to survive was their little girl, Molly. More at eleven." Gabriel clicked the remote and the screen went black. As he turned his head to look at Sylar, he was slugged across the jaw.

"What the hell Gabriel!" his jaw clenched. "When are you going to stop this insane violence! A little girl witnessed what you did! She can identify you and turn you in!" he turned, running his hands over his face and through his hair. "You've gotten sloppy......course maybe this is for the best. Maybe this will cause you to stop." he turned his gaze back to his brother as he stood, holding his jaw.

"They were unworthy of their power. They saw it as a disease. Just like that Brian," he spat. "I overheard them at the dinner table....praying" he sneered. "They were asking their God to do whatever he had to do to remove this......curse. I just answered for him." he grinned evilly.

"Do you have ANY brains in that head of yours or do you just take them?!" Sylar shouted as he made his way out into the store.

"I'm doing this for us Sylar! Why don't you see that?" he said, following.

"Because it's MURDER!" Sylar whipped around. "What right do you have?!"

"Exactly. But ask yourself the same question. One of these days you'll see your potential, mark my words little brother," and with that he turned towards the door.

"Oh my god! I'm younger by what...two seconds?!" Sylar said, collapsing into his chair, placing his normal glasses upon the bridge of his nose. "Where are you going?"

"To take care of a loose end."

"The girl," Sylar sighed.

"The girl."

Gabriel left and started to hail a cab. One passed him and he yelled profanity at the tail. Suddenly he was hit in the chest with his black jacket. He looked down to see a hand holding it. Turning his head, he saw Sylar dressed exactly like him.

"We better get going. They won't keep her at the station for much longer." Sylar said as he stopped the next passing car with the raise of his hand then jerked it, causing the driver to be thrown from his seat and upon the pavement, unconscious.

"I'm driving," Gabriel grinned.

nice but i don't understand, i thought that Sylar was the evil one...

Sorry lol I edited my first post to kind of explain a little bit