They'd managed to locate their clothes, separating them so they wore their appointed gender-based clothing as opposed to each other's. Which was a really good thing, in his opinion, because he knew he wouldn't look half as good in the school girl outfit. Not to mention her underwear would hurt like a mother. They briefly rearranged their appearance, before stepping out of the car. He didn't know what to expect, at least from her, but it wasn't him taking her hand in his and walking alongside him to Cooper's house. It felt… relaxing, nice, pleasant. Kind of like a cloud of haze had been dropped over the world and they were somehow separate form it in a small bubble of clarity. Or maybe he was hazy too, he didn't know.
She liked it like this. Elle felt calm, and at peace with herself. There was no denying that this was right. How could it possibly be wrong? If these two didn't belong together, then who did they belong with? As far as Elle was concerned no one else was close to being an appropriate match. When they approached the door, she extended a finger towards the lock, a beam of electricity shooting forth melting the metal. "Open," she whispered, turning the handle allowing the door to open. When she last looked on her monitor Allen was still sheltered within his room talking to himself. If he was still in that position he wouldn't see them coming.
Hmm. His estimation of her and her powers and her use of them went up. Considerably. All she'd done was open a lock using her electricity. Hell, with subtlety; he didn't care about subtle, not when he was killing. Maybe her catchphrases weren't to his style, but that's what he liked about her. She wasn't him. But she'd have to be…conservative (a word he doubted she knew the meaning of) with her power around him, at least. Way too tempting. But at the moment, there were more important things. Still holding her hand, he pushed open the door, slipping quietly inside, looking for his victim. Their victim. He was going to have to change his verb tenses. Placing a finger to his lips in the universal sign of 'quiet!’ he then placed it to hers, a sort of kiss. How romantic of him. Skimming over the living room, quickly, but taking in everything, he saw signs of a human tornado. Apparently the man did not believe in cleaning up after himself. Granted, not many people (let alone those with powers) were dragged out of diners, attacked, than watched two specials all-but fuck in front of him. He imagined it was pretty scarring. But that's what he did best. Scar people. Although, he had yet to meet one that lived to have a scar. A damn big one, too. The room was a shambles, papers everywhere, the television set was on, but muted. He motioned for her to shut the door, not wanting to actually chase his-their prey. Not today. He wasn't in the mood. Hell, he might even make it fast for Cooper. He was feeling very…….sated at the moment.
She knew the meaning of the word conservative; she was mentally unstable not mentally dysfunctional. Did he really believe that blonde stereotype to apply to her? Well, he wouldn't be the first person. That guy in Ireland, Ricky, did and look where it got him. A blackened body and a grave. His finger was placed to her lips to indicate for her to be quiet; nodding her head she kissed it. Elle hated messes, messes like the one they were currently in. Sure the man probably lost his sanity but did he have to be a complete slob? There could be rats in here for all she knew; and they all knew New York rats were huge as fuck and didn't hesitate to attack. Closing the door as indicated, she pointed in the direction of Cooper's room. She knew the layout of the place from studying it. Didn't want Cooper able to use his own home to his advantage after all.
The kiss on his finger was tender and welcome; it made him grin. If he'd heard her thoughts he would have laughed aloud. Rats? Sure, there were ROUSs, but really? As if either of them would hesitate to do their own attacking. Her pointed, delicate finger showed him either she needed to use the bathroom somewhere in the house or that's where Cooper was. Sylar decided on the latter. Holding her hand, still, they walked, slowly, silently towards the direction she'd indicated, past the kitchen, down a small hallway to the bedroom. The door was haphazardly half shut, a good inch separating the door from the frame. He smiled. Game time. His fingers rose, giving the wooden slab a quick forceful push inwards, making sure to make a big bang. That should get his attention. No fun, after all, if he didn't know what hit him. He peered into the room, just in time to see the man on the bed jump off of it by a good six inches in his fright. He had to smirk at that.
This was nice. Oddly romantic in a twisted sense. It was almost as if they made a cute little date out of going after Allen. Slowly but surely they made it to his bedroom undetected. As Sylar pushed open that door, the fright displayed by Cooper made her giggle. He must've been surprised to see the two of them here, especially after the fact that they'd been at each other's throats in that alley. In actuality that was the only real reason why he managed to escape in the first place. "Aww what's wrong? You look like you shit yourself," she stated teasingly.
Once he'd picked a target, he never let them escape, and even when they did, he tracked them down until he got what he wanted. Clearly. Although it was hardly 'tracking'. He'd really just……bumped into Elle. Literally. He gave a dark chuckle at Elle's analysis. True. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. "Allen Cooper?" He asked, as if in a business meeting, "You remember my assistant, Elle," he gestured at her, "Of course you do. Hard to forget that face. We're here to take your power." he said, his demeanor shifting to menacing surprisingly quickly, head cocking one way, then the next, studying his target, "Well, I'll be the one doing the actual 'taking', but you get the point." He did so love toying with them. He watched Cooper's eyes flicker to the door, to himself, than Elle, then to the window that was directly before them and to caged bird that was Cooper's right. "Ah ah ah!" he tutted, raising a finger, wagging it back and forth in the signal for 'naughty, naughty!' "That's rude," Sylar intoned with a mock-disappointed look.
Cooper may as well just kiss his life goodbye; it truly wasn't like he had a defensive power or anything. And if there was any way that he was capable of using his power to his advantage, reports indicated that he was essentially newly manifested. Experience was definitely lacking. "Can I paralyze him?" She asked her hand crackling with brilliant blue. Killing people was a lot more fun than capturing them. Cooper tried to look around for some form of escape but he should realize how inevitable this all was. Personally Elle couldn't wait to see the blood works that was sure to take place.
Computers were definitely not an offensive power; they weren't even a defensive power. They were more of an informational power. And Sylar liked information. He pinned Cooper to sit on the bed, not let him even attempt to escape. At Elle's question, he turned to look at her, arm still extended in Cooper's direction, holding him there for the moment. He thought about it for a few seconds. What the hell. As long as he was alive and blood and oxygen flowed in his body, well, his brain anyway, she could to whatever she damn well wanted. "Sure," he allowed with a shrug. Why not let her have some fun?
"Goodie!" She exclaimed. Standing on the tips of her toes she kissed Sylar's cheek and gave him a brief hug before skipping over to Cooper. Her eyes were bright and she raked over his form. He'd make such a pretty toy before he died anyways, but Elle knew that toys were most beautiful right before they broke. She'd cup his cheek with her hand and stroke the side of his face. Elle had loads of torture experience. That other palm of hers crackled as she placed her hand against his back. With a powerful surge she burnt through the material of his shirt and his bare flesh. Cooper screamed out loud as the sparks traveled up his spine and thus his central nervous system. A few seconds afterwards he'd find his body completely relaxed and control of his muscles gone.
Is that what she thought? Good thing he didn't know it or he would be long gone, leaving two bloody corpses behind him. Toys? Broken? He knew that it was a beautiful moment, the ones right before death, they both did, probably better than anyone. But what bothered him, or would bother him if he'd known, was that it could so easily be applied to him, as well. He stood there watching contentedly as she shot forth a beam of pure blue energy directly into Cooper's chest, little bits of his shirt flying up into the air like ash. He watched the man's body contort, jerking with the unaccustomed, unnatural energy, mouth open in a now-silent scream of pain. It was indeed beautiful. He then looked to Elle, watching her paralyze this man. And almost wished he hadn't. That was beautiful and equally terrifying. It was like looking at an angel's face and body, but the demon's eyes stared at its victim with a ferocious intensity. So innocent and touching and fragile and perfect. Until you looked closer. He swallowed, a little nervous now. Is that what he looked like when he killed? Except the angel part. He was more of a…….dark angel to begin with. The sparks were visible coming from his skin, which was beginning to blacken in places. When she'd finished, he stepped forward, releasing his hold, eyeing the man's tempting forehead, eyes narrowed. Standing directly over the twitching form, he raised his deadly digit, making the first wet, bloody incision, which was not complete without the sound of slicing bone.
Cooper's screams truly breathed new life into her. She loved it. Her job was basically done, and she stepped behind Sylar, not wanting any blood to potentially splatter on her. Her head however was peeking out from his side as she watched that deadly incision being inflicted upon him. "Pretty…" She stated as Cooper screamed for his life as his body remained eerily still. His blood looked like liquid rubies falling from his scalp especially as it glinted in the light. Beautiful.
It was. His screams were music to his ears, Elle's soft voice adding to it. His hands were soon buried in the warm wet blood in Cooper's gray matter, large fingers searching, slowly carefully, eyes closed in anticipation. Then, there it was. A kind of glow, a pulse, a rhythm in his brain, he placed his fingers over it, concentrating, eyelashes fluttering. It didn't matter how many times he did this, it was still fucking orgasmic. He felt adrenaline and hormones and power rush through him. Pure power. That alone made him crazy. To him it didn't factor in that to get it he had to kill. Eventually, he opened his eyes, a little disoriented, but focusing quickly enough on Elle's grinning face. Cat that swallowed the fucking canary. Usually that was his shtick. He smirked back, feeling flushed, eyes dilated and dark. Blood always did this to him, his inner beast coming out to play, feeling like the predator that he was; a carnivore. The color appealed to him on the most base level available. He suddenly felt the desire to see Elle in a crimson floor length dress, one that revealed every curve or hip, breast, and ass. He tried to shake off the vision, but it persisted. With her gorgeous long blonde hair, wide blue eyes seducing him like a fallen angel, lower lip bitten between her teeth……He needed to stop or he was going to fuck her again on a dead man's bloody bed.
Sylar's hands were coated in blood, and the way he stared at her just then… it made her weak in the knees. She wanted him again. Most people may have not liked the beast, but Elle loved it. She loved it when he was aggressive and just over all dominating. It was such a turn on. Don't get her wrong she liked him when he wasn't behaving like a savage, but there was just something about him in this state that was overly appealing. Considering the fact that she was now walking over to him, that probably wasn't doing much to help him regain control of his urges. Both of her hands came to rest on his chest, crystalline blue eyes searching his. She forgot to tell him how sexy he looked with his hair combed down like that, reaching up she moved it out of the way of his eyes to get a better look at him. There were no words that needed to be said; he'd be able to tell what she wanted judging from that look in her eyes.
Oh, she'd just stepped into the beast's lair, alright. He felt the blood rushing everywhere, but mostly pooling low in his groin, feeling his arousal spike. He didn't recall needing a sexual release after taking a power, but with Elle here….it changed everything. Sylar was about ready to pounce, all-but tackle her to the ground; fuck her senseless again, dominate her. Could he tell what she wanted? Did he even care at this point? Her proximity only worsened his desire, his need, his urge, his…Hunger. His breathing started to come a little faster. She looked willing, if not into it. He vaguely remembered her being turned on by blood, all the better. Sylar’s hands were bloody, so he wiped them on the bedspread; smearing the pink color all over the skin of his hands, but taking the brunt of the warm liquid off. Her hands on his chest made him throw his head back with a grunt in a desperate effort not to literally tear her clothes off. He didn't, couldn't speak. It would only come out as animalistic noises of desire and lust. Sylar could feel his muscles tensing, preparing for his actions. He made eye contact again, gaze fierce. A gesture was made for her to unbutton her shirt with his eyes. If he tried with either hands or TK he's end up popping all the buttons, he realized with his last shred of sanity. His hands gripped her hips, rolling his hips against hers, panting. He waited ‘til she removed her shirt, then he ripped the straps of her bra off her shoulders, yanking it down to reveal her tits to his handling; hands now going to her pants, fumbling in his need.
Death was always a turn on as far as Elle was concerned, well only when it came to killing. Not only death but the display of power was what had her as well, Elle had always been one to sexualize her own ability. To be frank she didn't care which way he took her; tackling was all the more animalistic, rough, and painful just the way she liked it; most of the time anyways. Looking into his eyes all she did was nod, unbuttoning her top slowly and deliberately to entice him. It was only natural to have a mating dance of some sort to ensnare one's mate. He took hold of her in an instant, grinding into her with his cock teasing her core. With the shirt off and pooling down on the floor below them he tore her bra to pieces as he discarded it. While he worked at her pants, she worked at his; the desire to release that cock of his overwhelming. Luckily she was more graceful in doing this, getting his pants undone first. Tugging his boxers down, she took his cock in her hand gripping it firmly stroking it a few times. She bit down on her lower lip and descended, resting only on her knees. Not long after she had her lips wrapped around the swollen head moaning against him as she bobbed her head up and down on his rod as best she could given his size.
Slow was not a good idea if she wanted the buttons on her damn shirt to remain intact. He had no intention of being deliberately painful, but rough was definitely on the menu. As was the rest of her. His eyes watched hers as her hands moved across her shirt. God, if they really did this, he'd make a rule that she was never allowed to wear clothes. No, he revised that, just skirts and tube tops or something easy to remove. Her hands went to his zipper, suddenly his boxers were around his thighs, at which he voiced a gasp. Her silky hands managed to be rough around him, but it only made him harder. Still watching her baby blues, he watched her sink down, and it really was a long way down from his vantage point, to her knees. Taking his, well, it was big, swollen cock into her mouth, or as much as she could, before nearly fucking his dick with her mouth. He let out a loud grunt, before grasping her with his TK; spinning her around to face the side of the bed, his cock being pulled from her mouth with a wet pop, leaving it open, as well as her eyes, in shock. He shoved her half onto it, feet on the floor, ass in the air. As much as he wanted a blowjob, he wanted inside her wet heat, fucking her into oblivion; fucking her raw and rough so much more.
When she was spun around she moaned out in frustration, still wanting to suck on that dick. He was the boss though and he made all of the rules. Swiftly he entered her and she screamed out loud from the pain. In this state of mind though she simply didn't care what happened to her, she needed it too badly. She bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood; pitchy whimpers coming from her as he pounded into her, his dick scraping against her walls. Sparks fluttered from off of her skin stinging him. Juices swirled around inside her, massaging his cock making his passage ever easier. Right now Elle wanted Sylar to ravage her, blow her apart, and ultimately shoot deep within her making her cry out. His pleasure was her pleasure.
Her breasts were pressed against the mattress, face turned to the side so she didn't suffocate or something, her hair splayed out around her. Sylar teased her wet opening with the huge head of his cock, dipping into her juices, than pulling back, one hand on her back to hold her down. He still couldn't speak, to vocalize, but he didn't need to. She began to roll her hips back towards him, trying to tease him back. He grunted with her movements, feeling his control wane rapidly. Reaching underneath her and grasping at her round globe, he pinched her nipple, hoping to make her arch into him. He didn't know how she would feel in this position, but he was eager to try it. It made him feel powerful.
The way he was just manipulating her body was such a turn on. It was so aggressive. She reached back three fingers coming to press against her clit as she moved them furiously around in fast, frantic circles. Elle even went as far to grab hold of his dick, so he could get even more friction. It was covered in her juices due to his adamant teasing of her folds. Large hands tunneled their way under her until he was palming her breasts and attacking her nipple with his index finger and thumb. This action alone tore a gasp from her, and, my, did she want him more than ever. Juices were sliding down her milky inner thighs, labored breaths being pushed forth from her lungs as she held her eyes closed.
It was a good thing he didn't notice her sneaky little fingers on her clit; otherwise she would have been in big trouble. Well, more than she already was. But he stopped noticing the outside world when she took a firm hold of his cock, forcing him to buck, back arching further into her. He'd had enough; his blood was pumping, from seeing so much of it, knowing he'd been the cause, knowing that her blood was up as well, knowing he was also the cause for that as well. Sylar braced himself, hands on the bed beside her shoulders, making his first thrust, burying himself into her halfway. He threw back his head, listening to her squirm and pant in desire, in her need; just feeling her silken smooth walls grip him, begging him to come in further, juices sliding down around him, he could feel it on his own thighs when he pressed into her again. With a groan he found himself seated deep, balls slapping into her clit, pelvis making a smacking sound when his thrust against her ass; a sound that reverberated through the room. Pulling out, quickly, before he shoved himself in again, faster and deeper, making more noise as he did so, growling savagely at her tight pussy. He's played by her rules earlier. Now it was his turn.
That only made one wonder what would've happened if she'd been caught. The idea of being punished by this… beast was just too much to handle. Lower lip was sucked in, her face a mask of arousal. She was wiggling her ass from side to side, hoping to draw him in; enticing him by displaying her dripping entrance. The temptation proved too much for him to handle as expected and powerfully he went thrusting inside of her without regard, burying himself half way inside. This tore a scream from her, fingers clawing at the bloody bedspread. Automatically her walls clamped forcefully down on his cock, holding him right where he was within her. Another powerful thrust and his full length was inside of her, the sounds of their bodies making contact only enhancing the lewd moment. With every growl of his she let forth a shriek or a whimper, pain though present and mindboggling didn't do anything to hinder her. Even still she wanted him to shoot his load deep inside of her.
He heard her scream, somewhere in his subconscious he knew that he'd hurt her, that he shouldn't have done that. Sylar knew that, he did, but right now his Hunger, his bas urges were in control and in demand. He regained a small foothold, enough to cause him to slow down, let her adjust, but it was still rough for her. He knew she was aroused, she wouldn't be moving like that if she weren’t; Sylar knew she wanted him, now, like this. The man was under the assumption he'd taken her by surprise was all. At least that's what he hoped as he grappled with his Hunger for control over his own body. Hell, he'd taken himself by surprise with his sudden, rather forceful entry of her private channel, her intimate body. She writhed underneath him. The Hunger wanted more; so his body unconsciously gave it, thrusting deep again, cock head nearly splitting her open, apart. Her muscles clenching down on him was exquisite torture, near the point of pain, but still he needed more. Elle felt much tighter in this position, he realized, to his joy and horror. Horror because he knew that however much tighter she felt to him, he must feel that much larger to her. But his cock rubbing inside her, bumping into the places he knew she loved the ones that made her arch against him felt too damn good. His breath came in harsh pants; sounds of their ritualistic mating sex filled the room. He reached around to fondle her clit after dragging his hand down her stomach; he circled her swollen bud, making her twitch against him more. Sylar lifted her head, by grabbing her hair with his telekinesis; a little harsh, but not dangerous, giving it a pull. This brought her entrance into a more comfortable, available position for him to fuck her, to pound his hard thick meat into her aching core.
God she was just loving this way more than she should. It hurt worse than anything she'd ever felt before, but at the same time it was the most miraculous thing she'd ever experienced. The sounds of their senseless vocalizations and the sounds of their bodies hitting against one another seemed to alter their current state of being. Nothing made mattered anymore but fucking.
Unfortunately for them…. "ENOUGH!" Commanded a loud voice seemingly coming from out of nowhere.
Elle had been extremely confused. That didn't sound anything like Sylar. Her head turned around and her eyes widened. Behind Sylar stood the Haitian with a gun pointed at the both of them.
What. The. Fucking. Hell. His head snapped up, murder in his gaze, ready to tear apart any challenger, anyone who would dare to interrupt his lay. Apparently the clean-shaven, tall, austere-looking black man had no idea who he was messing with. Either of them. Elle was going to char-broil him and Sylar was going to eviscerate him and wrap him up in his own entrails. He pushed Elle down; partly to protect her and partly, although, less so, to maintain whatever sense of modesty they'd……had; standing tall to face the man. Still hard and blatantly naked, the man who he now noticed, held a gun, pointed directly at his head. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY COULDN'T YOU WAIT TWENTY MORE MINUTES FOR WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS STUPID STICK-UP IS ABOUT?!?!" He heard himself thundering back, voice echoing throughout the now-quiet house. Sylar was going to destroy this man, he thought, as he reached his hand out, fingers extended, preparing to flick the gun out of this dead moron's hands. His fingers made their customary twitch……with no reaction. He glanced at his fingers, shocked beyond all belief that his powers had up and failed him so suddenly and with no apparent reason. "Fuck. Elle?" He called back over his shoulder, as he moved away from her, still naked, no longer erect, but still aroused; leading the man's attention and firearm away from her.
This was not good. Not good at all. The Haitian was here which meant their abilities were essentially useless. Still though, it was two against one. Elle had Company training to at least defend herself with and Sylar had… um… what did he have besides abilities? The point of the matter was they were screwed, neither of them could heal and hand to hand combat wasn't going to save anyone from a bullet. Getting up, Elle stood behind Sylar leaning against him as she peered around him at the Haitian as if to show that she wanted Sylar to protect her; and essentially she did. According to Bennet he was the one playing scrabble with her memories. She couldn't risk being any more damaged. "He works for the Company," she stated weakly.
"It's about time I get you back home to your father." The Haitian wouldn't vocalize it, but he was disgusted by what he saw. This man was a killer, and though she was too technically the fact that he was her mission remained. Her job was to bring him in not sleep with him. He'd been trailing them for a while now, hoping that she'd just been deceiving the serial killer as she was an excellent manipulator. Time however revealed that, that wasn't the case and she was actually looking to be with him. Personally he couldn’t watch the two any longer from the shadows.
He distantly felt Elle move behind him; and he absent-mindedly put an arm out and back, nearly around her, holding her behind him; all this without taking his eyes from the tall black stranger, "Who the hell are you? Why aren’t my powers working?" He asked the man specifically. But it was open to interpretation, since he had a sneaking suspicion that Elle knew who this was. He still was stunned by the loss of his powers. What else did he have? Um, superior intellect, which was all that remained without his ability of……knowing how things work. Sylar had superior height, not in this case; but usually. Sylar possessed strength, but beyond that? Not much else. He's never learned to fight with his hands; his mother had always frowned upon it, however useful it would have been in grade and high school. Company? So it was possible that this man had an ability? Wait, where did he think he was taking Elle? Did he think Sylar would stand by and wave while he took her? He didn't give a damn that he'd seen them rutting together like animals; he cared about Elle's modesty, granted, but that couldn't be helped. He didn't consider what it meant for her. So there they stood, naked, shivering with the loss of their abilities (although he didn't know that she'd lost hers as well) and their sweat, and a little……apprehension. Sylar didn't see it as fear. How long had he been there? How long had he been watching them? "What do you want?" Was his demanded of the dark man. The man seemed to ignore him, aside from the fact that he treated Sylar as the more dangerous of the two, which was true. Sylar didn't like that. He was giving Elle funny looks, and then it hit him. This could be a colleague of hers. Oh. How awkward for her. At the mention of her father, Elle paled. But he didn't see it as she was still behind him. It suddenly struck him how this was a very bad situation. He was going to rat them out, wasn't he?
The Haitian obviously wasn't going to say that he'd been the one suppressing their abilities; there was no need for Sylar to know more than needed. Elle however, didn't mind speaking up. "We can't use our powers around him… he… dampens them." Superior intellect may just get him out of this situation but the chances of that happening were very, very slim. It wasn't so much where he was taking Elle, more so where he was taking the both of them. The Haitian approached the pair, all he really needed to do was place his hand on Sylar's head and render him unconscious. From there he could deal with Elle. "He's going to take us to the Company. I think… he's my silent partner." Sylar should remember this as she told him about it that day they fucked in the alley.
Not wanting to waste any more time the Haitian moved swiftly and effectively; punching Sylar in the stomach incapacitating him, before taking his large hands around the back of Elle's neck and pulling her towards him. "Give up." He ordered Sylar.
"Don't listen to him, run!" Elle managed to get out.
The man advanced; so he made a very uncharacteristic move and stepped back, bumping Elle, behind him, to move back as well. He was powerless and so was she. Fuck. Dampening abilities? He'd heard rumors, but never seen……..Oh, how he wanted it now. But that could wait. The thought that the tall man might be taking him in never crossed his mind. Although it should have. Blame it on not having his intuitive aptitude handy and waiting. Clearly the man was the 'silent partner' Elle mentioned, the one that's he'd promptly dismissed as harmless. Here they were. "Wait, what? Us? To the Company? Not hap-" He barely saw the man's fist fly through the air before it landed on his stomach; it forced his breath out with a hoarse shout as he curled over. Crumpling to the ground with jarring force, he felt fire spread through his abdomen, muscles aching and unusable. There was a lot of force behind the blow. Through his daze of pain and incoherence, he saw the man half-pick up Elle by her neck. Dragging her along with him, he heard them talking, but it didn't mean anything to him. He blinked his eyes, trying to focus them. It had been a while since he'd been in this position or situation.
"No! Get up! Run!" There wasn't much that Elle could do like this, so she took it upon herself to elbow the Haitian in his stomach to see how he liked it.
Though the man did feel as if he had the wind knocked out of him, he was trained and use to this sort of thing happening. He grabbed Elle by the center of her head and before she knew it, she was unconscious on the floor. He could deal with her later; right now he needed to make sure Sylar was the same way. Lifting up that gun, he fired two shots into the man. It turned out they weren't bullets but elephant tranquilizers.
He struggled to make his arms work; hold him up, to crawl, anything. That bastard's hands on her, he watched her struggle, getting in a good hit to the man's stomach, before he placed his big palm over her forehead and she slumped down, "Elle!" he croaked out, still having difficulty breathing. All of his attention was focused on the limp form on the floor, he saw out of the corner of his vision, the man raise his arm, something shiny held in his hand, before he heard the two gunshots in his ears and felt them in his chest. He didn't remember hitting his head on the floor when everything went black.
