godsend → heroes [on hold]

four | ϟ

chapter four | collision

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Sometimes questions are more powerful than answers.
How is this happening?
What are they?
Why them and not others?
Why now?
What does it all mean?

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Gabi sat against her window ledge with a cup of coffee. She held a photo of her and her brother when they were younger. It was the only photo they have together.
She sighed and heard her alarm go off, she chuckled and got up and clicked it off. She then put her cup in the sink and rinsed it, then walked over to the bathroom and had a shower.

She put on her red work t-shirt, dark blue jeans and black canvas shoes, she tied her hair up in a ponytail, and put in her 3 small silver studs in each ear, and her small silver hoop in each ear. She grabbed her hand bag and headed to work.

She was at the counter of her shop, fixing the broken screen from a phone, while on the phone to her friend Jessica.

"Look, it's no big deal, we broke up like 5 months ago, and –"

"Yeah, from a 3 year relationship!" Jessica exclaimed.

"I'm trying to move on, he's trying to move on, -"Gabi was cut off by a customer walking in. "Look Jess, I gotta go back to work, okay? Talk to you later," she hung up. "Hi, welcome to All Phones, how may I help you," She sighed through a smile. The customer was Indian, short black curly hair, and wore a brown jacket and jeans.

"My name is Dr Mohinder Suresh –"He started.

Gabi's eyes widened and she opened her mouth slightly. "Suresh?"

"Yes," he looked at her with a confused look.

"You didn't happen to know a Chandra Suresh, do you?" Gabi asked, cautiously.

"That's my father's name, how did you –"He asked.

"Your father, came to me and brother, 6 months ago. Look, whatever you have to say, I don't want to hear it –"

"You might be in danger –"

"Danger? By what?"

"Does the name Sylar mean anything to you?"

Sylar. Of course I know him.

"How do you know that name?" Gabi raised her voice.

"My father – I have reason to be believe he might be after you – did you know him?" He stuttered.

"I want you to leave. Please. Just go, I don't want anything to do with what you're doing." She pointed to the door.

"Please, I'm only trying to help –"