| Appearences by: | Angela, Elle, Sylar |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | N/A |
| Date: | November 14, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
Angela (11:51:00 PM): ::There were a multitude of tasks at hand, small tasks which collected together to form one cohesive agenda. So far everything was going according to plan. Angela Petrelli found herself storming down the empty halls of Primatech, dignified in her walk. Her face was void of all emotion. She was prepping herself for the encounter that was about to take place not long from now. There were two, unexpected and very unwelcomed visitors on their way, but if she played her cards right she could survive, in fact
Angela (11:51:47 PM): she knew she would or at least she hoped she would. The future was a very tricky thing, everything was subject to change. One advantage that she held though was answers, answers that they desperately sought.::
Sylar (12:03:40 AM): ::They'd stopped for food, as briefly as they could with Elle's nausea, and they had a very pressing timetable before them. They walked up the plaza that connected to the company known as Primatech, oh-so-cleverly disguised as an paper facility. This particular facility was used as an office, not an actual factory. They held hands the entire way. He could feel Elle's palm start to sweat as they got nearer. They didn't stop walking, but he reminded, "Hey. Its gonna be okay. We're gonna go in, bust a few heads, and get some answers, okay? Its really simple nothing can go wrong. I'll be right here." Actually, now that they got closer, he was starting to think this (his) idea hadn't been the greatest. What if they did run into that bastard Bob? He honestly didn't know if he could restrain his more……..creative impulses if he came face to face with that monster.::
Elle (12:11:02 AM): ::Her palms were sweaty? Au contraire, that was actually kinda sorta his. She'd been made her mind up about coming here, there was no point in turning back now. Keycode was swiftly entered as they crossed the lot to that main entrance. The building was grand in its size but she knew how every inch of the place by heart. Finding her father shouldn't be too hard he rarely ever left his office. "I know, but you never know what might happen." Okay so yeah, she was just a tad bit nervous, coud she really
Elle (12:12:42 AM): be blamed for that? Leading Gabriel to the elevator she pressed the up button, it didn't take long for the elevator to reach them. Stepping inside she hit the number two. Her grip on his hand tightened as they ascended. With the doors opening she stepped out only to see a familiar figure heading in their direction.::
Angela (12:21:47 AM): ::Just as she expected, the sociopath and the serial killer were heading straight towards her. "Ah Ms. Bishop, Mr. Gray. What a pleasant surprise, I can't say that I was expecting you." Her thin lips were pressed together into a faint smile, one that was obviously fake. The Petrelli matriarch seemed rather unafraid especially considering the people who were now standing before her. "I take it you've come here for a reason." If they were smart they'd notice the lack of staff, only a few dozen agents we
Angela (12:23:38 AM): -re spaced about the facility. It was just the three of them on the entire floor. And also if they were smart, they should find it strange that the woman spoke to Sylar as if she'd met him before. She was eerily at ease.::
Sylar (12:31:02 AM): With a faint ping, the doors parted like the Red Sea. He just had that effect. He looked up, mid-step to see some scarily quiet, calm, composed, and very in-the-know woman standing in the hall. God, she was creepy! Just standing there? No, it got worse. She opened her mouth. She addressed him by name. How did- Oh, fuck it. They were here for answers and goddamnit they were going to get them if he had to go through this Medusa of a woman that's what he would do! He looked at Elle lovingly, since two could play this game and he was not about to be outdone by this bitch, whoever she was,"Well, its sounds as if the wedding reception started without us, dear." He turned his head with a predator's speed to give her a black stare. If that didn't slow her down……."How the fuck do you know my name?" he growled out. How he hated people that knew something he didn't. Just hated it, before he added, "……And who the hell is she?………" out the side of his mouth to Elle.::
Elle (12:37:13 AM): "Mrs. Petrelli." Elle greeted with a fake smile of her own. God, she just hated this woman, she was the one who fucked up her standing with her father that day she told Peter about abilities, which caused her to be monitored heavily. Not to mention she completely kicked her out of her home rather rudely. "Alright let's cut the bullshit and get down to it, m'kay?" The electric blonde stated rather chipperly. No need to play coy with Angela, she was going to make it clear just exactly where she stood.
Elle (12:38:22 AM): "She's one of the Company founders," she answered Gabriel. "Her ability is precognitive dreaming, feel free to take it if you wish, after we get our answers." Elle could really care less about this bitch. "The bomb, when is it happening and why?"
Angela (12:41:15 AM): "I know your name Mr. Gray because I've read your file. Not to mention you were captive once upon a time. I make it my duty to know the happenings of the Company." Hands were clasped together in front of her. "Ms. Bishop if you're in search of your father I'll have you know that he departed about a week ago, to the Caribbean to be exact." Angela figured that that'd be a good way to rub the fact that her father could really care less about her in her face. He abandoned her. She was a weapon and she wa
Angela (12:44:27 AM): -s long past her usefulness to the Company and to her father. In all honesty her services were no longer needed, not to mention unwelcome. Ever the firecracker, Elle wanted to get to the point. "My sentiments exactly." Stepping forward a bit, a muscle in her face twitched when the blonde suggest the serial killer steal her ability. She tried her damnest not to let her fear show and she was doing a fairly remarkable job. "Tonight. And this Company has plans that's all you are privileged to know."::
Sylar (12:52:52 AM): Ah. Precognitive dreaming? It sounded very interesting, but after his last bout with anything related to precognizance, he'd pass. Although…….he might leave a parting, literally, gift for Angela. He snorted in disgust, "The Caribbean? I hope he gets eaten by a shark. No, a fucking swarm of sharks!" He laughed manically. Then his mind and mouth cought up with what his ears had heard, "Tonight?! Don't you know millions of innocent people will die?!" Not the least of which was Elle and his unborn child, but he didn't mention that. "Wait. Privileged? Listen, lady, I do not feel 'privileged' from here. I feel pretty fucking pissed!" He half-shouted at her, his voice echoing around the empty halls. Did this woman want to die? If not from him or Elle, then from the bomb? But either way, he could arrange that. Happily. He took a few calming breaths, "Just answer the fucking question; 'why'?" He prompted, backing it up with a deadly, nothing-short-of-sinister, I-want-to-redecorate-the-hallways-with-your-blood-if-you-don't-answer kind of look.::
Elle (12:59:13 AM): ::The Caribbean? To say she was shocked would've been an understatement, she was fucking pissed off. It wasn't like she liked water or anything but still he could've at least offerd to take her along. At least now she knew where it was that they truly stood. "Sharks…" She said softly, before smiling. A girl could definitely get use to that fantasy. Dad— no, Bob deserved it. She was kicking him out of her life for good now, he'd never have to worry about her or what a fucking "disappointment" she'
Elle (1:02:21 AM): -d been. With Angela's smart ass remark came the flickering of lights, she was truly testing her patience right about now, and by the looks of it Gabriel's as well. Tonight certainly wasn't what she had expected. So it would appear that that painting actually had a terribly high chance of coming to fruiton which was not good by any means. "Angela, just cut the shit. You have two very insane people standing in front of you, one of which who harbors much distaste for you. I'd think you'd be the smart one and cooperate."
Angela (1:04:59 AM): ::Could she really blame Bob for leaving his daughter to die? Hell, she'd do it to her own children if given a proper reason. "Innocent people will die, I am well aware of that. However, the sacrifice of a few million will be crucial to saving the millions of others out there. It's time we took control of things, and what better way to do that than to have one of our own running the country." They should be able to put two and two together at this point, at least Elle anyways. Nathan was in the politi
Angela (1:06:06 AM): -cal game as well one of them. People will lean look to him to guide them after the "tragedy". "Does that answer your questions? Is this why you came all this way?"
Sylar (1:17:30 AM): "Save the others from what?" he barked, "You have really circular logic, it doesn't go anywhere!" This was so frustrating! But if the bomb went off tonight……..they needed to leave and soon. "Yeah, thanks for your cooperation," he sneered at Angela. He turned his head to look at Elle, gorgeous, blue-flamed Elle, electricity running from her palms, just itching to be used. Then he remembered something, it was like a vague dream, one that he couldn't remember, it was too hazy. "What did you mean that I'd been captured once upon a time?" Becuase, hell, if she didn't answer, he'd unleash the Elle machine. He grinned a nasty grin. Well, nasty for Angela.::
Elle (1:21:21 AM): ::Whether or not Angela knew about her pregancy was unknown, but even she should know better than to fuck with someone whose hormones are raging, their emotions going up and down. God, she wanted to just kill her, but there really was no time for that. "C'mon Gabriel, let's go." She began to turn around tugging on his shirt, but it would appear he had questions of his own to ask her. Immediately her mind went to the time when they'd first came here to recover their memories and her father had tranquiliz
Elle (1:21:27 AM): -ed him, but maybe she was wrong…::
Angela (1:24:57 AM): "All will become clear in time," she stated simply. They were truly wasting valuable time, all three of them. "Now if that is all I have more pressing matters of which I need to attend." Preparing to turn around herself, she was stopped by his question. "You were monitored by the Company for a while Mr. Gray with assistance of Ms. Bishop as I'm quite sure you're aware of." She faced them once more. "How do you think your memories were erased? We found you walking along the sidewalk, two employees of
Angela (1:27:24 AM): mine incompacitated you, brought you here for a bit before you were released. Rather than execute you, lock you away or otherwise, we took interest and preferred to study you in your natural state. However, you became more of a problem than we had originally anticipated." He might have recalled the blackout from the moment he left Elle in the abandoned firestation before losing consciousness and ending up back at his Queen's apartment.::
Sylar (1:35:01 AM): "Memories……ERASED?!" She did have a death wish, her last words confirmed it. He felt a flush of pride at the thought that he was so much trouble, but his memories? Which ones? What didn't he remember? He remembered bits and pieces, really. A weird blackout, Elle's face, his apartment…….it was so hazy. That great idea was still simmering in his head, "Elle, would you like to fry Ms. Petrelli-", this said in mockery of her title, "-For us? Don't kill, she may be useful, just……a jolt. Hand over your car keys, Angela." Elle would probably jump at the chance, he wanted to hurt her for that. Not to mention she'd probably have some nasty scar tissue afterwards, which made him feel alot better. "Then we'll hit the highway."::
Elle (1:38:42 AM): "Calm down, silly." She giggled. He always got worked up when things were brought back up. "We already got those memories back. Chill." She couldn't blame him though, the idea of being fucked with really didn't sit well with her either. If she hadn't already made peace with all the terrible shit that had been done to her, she'd probably be just as mad, especially considering the fact that this dragon face bitch was in on it. "Why sure, Gabriel, I'd love to!" She nodded sweetly. With that spark still
Elle (1:40:17 AM): built up in her hand she launched a small stream towards the woman strong enough to knock her unconscious. Well actually considering her old age it might kill her… Oh well, she doubt anyone would really mind. "Fuck the keys, we really don't need them." There were other ways of entering Ms. Petrelli's car and getting it to start after all.::
Sylar (1:48:55 AM): Elle charged up, then let it all loose. Blue energy briefly lit up the hall, making various shadows and reflections. That had to feel good, zapping this bitch for what she did. They got them back? So he wasn't missing anything? If Elle said it and believed it, he believed it, too. He grabbed her around the waist and slid her to him, in for a deep kiss. "I really love it when you talk like that," he said a little huskily. Frankly, he was a little distracted by the new nearness of Elle's body and other bodily reactions, but survival kind of trumped it. "Bab- Honey? If we make it out of this alive, I want to give you the best sex of your life. Let's get to the garage or that won't happen." Grasping her hand, he turned with her and walked quickly with her back to the elevator. Tempting, but he'd overlooked the fact that he didn't ask 'when' the bomb was going to go off, but as long as they really hauled ass, they should be fine. Ticking time bombs, the kind that all the doctors classified himself and Elle in was not something he wanted hanging over his head.::
Elle (1:55:15 AM): ::Indeed they did get them back, it was the memories that they'd forgotten in the first place, like why they loved each other, how they met, what drove them part. Memories in which they came to New York in the first place to get back with the help of Adam's blood. Surely he recalled, but it was still a good idea to be certain. It truly would suck if there were other things that had been taken away from them, and Elle was sure there probably had been. Chalk it up to paranoia but after getting your mind w
Elle (1:59:46 AM): -iped your entire life you tended not to trust most things and take nothing for granted. No conspiracy theory was too silly. Squealing as his strong hands took hold of her, she smiled at him returning his kiss with just as equal an amount of passion. "Do you now?" Another kiss was delivered to his lips. "To the garage we go then." Hitting "B" for the basment as they stepped on that elevator, she laid her head against his shoulder. Suddenly something hit her, "Angela doesn't actually drive…" The wo
Elle (2:00:05 AM): -man usually travled by cab or limo. Oh well there were sure to be spare Company cars lying about.::
Sylar (2:08:33 AM): "Doesn't drive? What kind of snob is this woman, anyway? Precog multi-taskin? Is it so she can catch up on her beauty sleep, because god knows, she needs it! Fuck!" There went his plan, but Elle didn't need to know that. It was a stressful situation as is. Deep breath, remain calm, do not freak out on pregnant girlfriend, rule number one. Okay. Survive, rule number two. "Let's catch a cab?" he said as casually as he could, as if that was his plan the entire time. And for all she knew, it was. They'd stepped out of the elevator and made their way out into the plaza.
Elle (2:20:59 AM): "Shhhh, calm down." She knew Gabriel well enough to know exactly what he was feeling. "We can take a cab." One of them needed to at least be calm in this situation, being frantic wouldn't get anything done. In fact it'll probably just make them sloppy. To be honest she didn't mind if they blew up right at that moment, at least then she knew she was with him in the end. In that painting she wasn't sure if they were seperate or not which made it even scarier. Losing her and the baby would be traumatic
Elle (2:21:39 AM): for Gabriel she knew that much. "We can just get a few things from home and go."
Sylar (2:40:52 AM): "Okay." was his simple answer. They hailed a cab, arriving at their apartment not too long after. They moved as quickly as they could, taking mostly clothes and a few personal items. It felt strange to pack up after so much had happened there. It felt wrong to leave. They were quiet for most of the time, but he eventually broached the subject of what city in California she wanted if anything in particular. Hell, they should waltz in on Bob in the fucking Caribbean and totally fuck up his day. He smirked at the thought. "Did you have a specific city that you wanted in California, Elle? Besides near the beach," he added knowing that was an automatic prerequisite. You never know. It could be nice. It could be fun. If someone had told him before he met Elle, that he would meet someone like her, under these circumstances and still be here together expecting a baby and moving to California to excape a bomb? He would have laughed.::
Elle (2:43:53 AM): ::Arriving at the appartment, Elle immediately got to work packing. It was only bare essentials really. A couple changes of clothes, brush, soap, toothbrush, floss, etc. There was one thing she couldn't bare to part with however and that was the photos they had took during their trip to Disney World. Immediately she ran throughtout the house pulling pictures frames from off the walls and tabletops. Opening them up she placed the handful of pictures in the bag. If only he'd gotten that scrap book thing
Elle (2:45:39 AM): -s would've been much more efficient. "Hm? I don't know really. Maybe… Los Angeles, I don't really know too many other cities." Los Angeles was the only one she was aware of that had a beach. "Maybe San Francisco?" Just a thought. They actually weren't in any possession of any form of ticket so they'd no doubt be sneaking aboard.::
Sylar (2:52:20 AM): "Sounds great." he said a bit numbly. He'd finished packing a few minutes ago, shoving the last of his clothes in a bag, and spent the others just looking at his apartment. All the memories came cascading back, the good, the bad, and the ugly. All here. If he could, he would have them stay, be safe form the bomb, be cramped here, but then he thought of Brian, whom he'd murdered in his shop. Or that freaky Trevor right here. No, the more he thought about it, he wouldn't want to dwell on it. Live here, get married here, raise a child here with all the murder and blood and anger and betrayel here. It was a good time to start over. God knows their poor child would need some sort of unbiased environment.
Sylar (2:56:13 AM): His mind wandered to all the powers he'd collected. The one's he regretted taking, others that deserved it. Than he thought of what ability their child might have. Would he or she even be born with one? Why wouldn't it? Two powerful, skilled, albeit psychotic people for parents, why shouldn't their child be just as powerful, just as skilled? Just as special, a voice inside his head whispered, but he shook it off. Maybe, he thought to himself, maybe as special as its mother, but not you. He broke himself out of his reverie to urge Elle to hurry, "Come on, Elle! Meter's running and we don't know how much time we have!" He grabbed his own bag and headed for the door without looking back.::
Elle (3:00:45 AM): ::If anyone had tons of memories in this apartment it was Elle. She remembered the first day she came here with Caleb, she remembered the dorky curtains and the over all feel of the place. Though this place held many good memories it also held terrible ones. Actually it was moreso terrible than good. To be frank she was glad to be leaving this place. As long as she had Gabriel by her side she'd be undoubtedly content no matter where they traveled. As she packed she coudn't help but look over at him, h
Elle (3:03:30 AM): -er Gabriel, he meant everything to her. They'd come such a long way to get to this moment. Sitting on her suitcase she zipped it quickly. "Okay I'm ready." She giggled heaving her bag and going over to him. "It's funny that you're thinking of the meter when the city is basically about to go boom." She always had to be the one to go against the current tone, being happy and cracking jokes at a moment that was meant to be frantic and gloomy. "Gabriel?"::
Sylar (3:08:15 AM): "Hmmm? Meter, yeah, um, look we've got to go." He hated that he was being the pussy in this scenario, she was the one who was supposed to want to bring everything, want to stay, crying and being all emotional. Not him! He took her suitcase with his other hand, leaning over it to give her the first kiss of the rest of their lives. He wanted it to last so he took his time, savoring the taste that was Elle. When they parted theu stepped out, down the stairs, to the taxi, where he loaded their things and they drove away. Elle took care of telling the cabbie to go to the train station. He was thinking of flying, but he rememberd how she hated it, an absolute phobia. Possibly bigger than her fear of water. He had to grin at that, giving a small chuckle.::
Elle (9:42:41 PM): ::Of course Elle would be the one to handle talking to the cabbie, she did seem to have a bit more social grace than Gabriel, despite her upbringing. Not to mention she was way more friendlier. "So what do you think it's going to be like? California, I mean." There were just so many possibilities. This could either end up to be a really good or a really bad choice. His chuckle caught her attention, "What's so funny?" She asked squinting her eyes.::
Sylar (9:45:14 PM): ::"Oh, nothing. Just thinking about our options, is all." His chuckle broadened a bit at her glare. So sue him, he was stressed! Laughing felt good, especially with that look on her face when she had no idea what he was laughing about.::
Elle (9:49:12 PM): "Nothing, huh? Why do I find that terribly hard to believe?" Elle knew that Gabriel didn't just burst out laughing because of "nothing". She couldn't help but imagine what their new life would be like. Would they be the family with the nice picket fence, the kid, and the dog? Or would they be in a crowded run down apartment with lack of running water? In her excitement she couldn't help but be nervous. They were leaving so much behind. Memories. Elle would always have an attachment to New York, she
Elle (9:50:12 PM): was born there, she fell in love there, she got pregnant there. And in the blink of an eye all that they cherished would no longer be there. Would that statue of her in Central Park remain? Would his Queens apartment? She almost felt like crying.::
Sylar (9:54:34 PM): His laughter tapered down, sobering him with thoughts of their new life as well. He wanted the whole nine yards, white picket fence, a child, a job, a house and a normal job, a normal job. He felt a little sliver of fear crawl through him. A normal job? He probably couldn't fix watches in California. What else did he know how to do (besides killing, because that was not an option)? How would he support Elle and their baby? "What will we do?" he asked of her, hoping she had some kind of answer for him. "I-I can't exactly fix watches or murder people on off days, can I?" He hesitated. Was he asking her for help?::
Elle (9:59:27 PM): ::Was it really such a bad thing to ask her for help? They were going to spend the rest of their lives together after all. "Well… you have that whole enhanced memory thing going on. Pick up a book on a subject, read it, and get a job in something that deals with it. Or maybe you can fix something besides watches, computers maybe." Everything was computerized surely he had to find work in that field, that whole knowing how things work thing may come in handy.::
Sylar (10:05:26 PM): "Computers….." he said thoughtfully. "Maybe I could do that……." he hugged her awkwardly over the seat-belts and middle seat, but he wanted to show his relief and gratitude. "Thanks, Elle," he whispered into her shoulder, not ready to whisper it to her, in her ear. But he knew she'd hear him. They held the hug for a moment, the taxi swaying and bumping gently as they made their way. He mused over a few things and one stuck in his mind. "What if……..what if I don't make a good father, Elle?" He said a little thickly, that was the last thing he wanted, right behind being a good boyfriend to Elle, which he supposed he should start sooner rather than later. "If I fuck up, will you promise to leave me, for yours and the baby's sake?" He asked because he knew that humans were creatures of habit. He might continue the cycle. The odds that he would be a miserable abusive father were pretty high::
Elle (10:09:21 PM): ::She returned his hug as best she could, "Don't mention it." It still seemed as if he had something on his mind. When he actually voiced his conerns she burst out laughing. "Didn't I say something almost identical to you, when we first found out?" Looks like the shoe was totally on the other foot. "Gabriel… I doubt you're going to screw up, that's more my thing than yours anyways." She hadn't known Gabriel to fuck up anything, when he set his mind to something he usually got it done. "You're going
Elle (10:09:38 PM): to do awesome, I don't think for a minute that you'd hurt us."
Sylar (10:17:09 PM): "Yes, you did. And……thanks. I'll try." The taxi had rolled to a stop at the station. There was a train waiting. It was dark, but there were enough lights. They'd be able to sneak in just fine. Okay. Time to blow this town. The thought froze him. What if by leaving New York, he ended up getting Elle killed? He'd only seen the future, not the means to get there. This could be a big mistake, a deadly one for Elle. Shit. He had to think quickly as they grabbed their bags and headed towards the train. I have to go back. The only way to save her is to stop the bomb, he realized. Fuck. That meant leaving Elle alone, on a train, heading to California by her pregnant self. He hated it, but……..if he had to tear the wounds open, he'd do it. They continued walking to the train, he took out his wallet containing what little cash he had there, but it did have his checks in it that she could use. He hid his wallet in his bag. They were lucky and there was no attendant at the train's entrance, so they snuck in and found a nice room with two bunk beds. At least she'd have a bed and not have to sleep in a booth, he thought.
Elle (10:21:56 PM): ::Finally they'd made their arrival to the station. Elle was just about sick of riding in the cab to be honest, but when she thought about it, the train trip would be a lot longer. Bummer. Oh well, at least she had Gabriel to keep her Company. Sneaking on board with him, they found a nice little compartment to stay in. People really didn't travel by train as much these days so maybe they were lucky enough to have an available space, especially going to California of all places. "Gabriel, I'm hungry
Elle (10:22:08 PM): still, can you go see if there are any snacks?"
Sylar (10:28:08 PM): He was interrupted in his thoughts by her innocent question, "Hu-? Sure, anything in particular?" He just thought he'd ask. Pregnancy cravings and whatnot. At least give the appearance that he was coming back. She claimed she was just hungry, so he could get anything. Will you still love me after this? He knew she would see it as betrayal. Knock her up and leave her. But she'd given him the perfect excuse. He had to take it. "I'll…….be back." he said, kissing her longingly, desperate to stay, but just as desperate to have her live, with or without him. He was kissing her goodbye, but she didn't know that. She'd find out soon enough. Exiting the train, he just stood in the steam and shadows. He began walking after a few moments towards the front of the train where the shops were. The whistle shrieked, the doors were closed. He closed his eyes, too. What had he done?::
Elle (10:32:58 PM): "Nope, doesn't really matter." She said smiling. Poor Elle had no idea what he was planning, in her heart of hearts she was certain that he was going to come back with her snacks. There wasn't even a thought of anything to the contrary. She decided that she'd climb onto the top bunk and stare out the window watching the city for the last time. "Okay, I'll be here still." She replied, before she knew it he was kissing her passionately, and she whimpered wanting to instantly cuddle with him. When he pu
Elle (10:34:03 PM): -lled away there was a sad expression on her face, she still longed for him to be near her. "Hurry back," she went back to staring out that window, the whistle blowing and the train soon moving.::
Sylar (10:38:32 PM): The train's engines began to pull it away from the station, away from New York. He kept walking. He knew she would freak out when she realized he wasn't coming back, but it couldn't be helped. He hoped that she would remain as calm, or relatively calm, for Elle, as she could for the baby's sake, if not for her own. He looked up as the train sped up, picking up momentum, looked to their window as it passed. His little electric angel, caught in a metal cage. She looked so beautiful to him at that moment. He knew that was the picture his mind would turn to while he was away form her. Her shocked face, big round blue eyes stared at him, about halfway though, she started to beat at the glass. What else could he do? He blew her a sad kiss with his palm and watched her ride out of his sunset. Temporarily.::
Elle (10:43:34 PM): ::Things were beginning to pick up and she coudn't help but wonder what was taking Gabriel so long. She looked behind her to the door, but noticed that it was still closed. So the possibility of him sneaking back in when she least expected it certainly didn't happen. Turning back towards the window she she saw him. Outside? "Gabriel? Gabriel!" She started to beat on the window, a look of fear evident in her face. "GABRIEL!" No! He wasn't suppose to stay, they were suppose to be on the train togeth
Elle (10:45:44 PM): -er. "GABRIEL!" Instantly she began crying, the light above her head turning extremely bright before the bulbs burst glass littering the floor. The same sound seemed to echo throughout the whole train, the screams of other people becoming apparent, but she didn't care. She was on a train to California and the love of her life was outside blowing her a fucking kiss. "PLEASE DON'T GO! GABRIEL! DON'T LEAVE!" His image was getting fainter and fainter and before long it was hard to distinguish him from
Elle (10:46:38 PM): the rest of the outside world. Her sobs were loud, and her hands lit up brightly. He was gone. He was going to die in the explosion and there was nothing she could do…::
Sylar (10:51:15 PM): It was for the best. She'd hate him, if they both survived this. For a really long time. Maybe he should pick up Claire's power since revisiting Elle would probably kill him otherwise. He watched until the train faded from view. He had no intentions of dying. He was going to go back to Primatech, get some answers, and use his ability to diffuse a bomb. A fucking bomb. He winced. Odd that Elle should have said that he could work with computers. He got back into the taxi, gave him the address. Yes, the one they'd just come from. He settled back in the car to sit out the ride.::
