| Appearences by: | Bob, Elle, Peter, and Sylar |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | 7 |
| Date: | November 5, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 1 |
Elle: ::Today had been going well so far, Elle had just finished up a mission in which she had to try and bring in some guy who manipulated gas. To say the least that went horribly wrong. For some strange reason the Company wanted to ma
Elle: -ke an agent out of him, but seeing as how he was now a billion dust particles blowing in the wind now that really wasn't going to happen. The target was pretty hostile. Okay he did have every right to be after Elle pretty much th
Elle: -reatened him with joining or death but whatever. Hopping inside of the silver Company issued car, she placed her slusho in the cup holder, turning the keys inside of the ignition. That was another mission that failed, her Dad was
Elle: not going to be happy about this. Not only that but she had to deal with Gabriel today, and spend time with him. He seemed to be getting more and more irritated by the day. She couldn't blame him. Being locked up in a cell, and
Elle: wearing those unflattering grey uniforms would quickly become dull for just about anyone. As time went by, tires came to a screeching halt as she stopped in front of Primatech Research. Wearing a black slacks, with matching black
Elle: jacket, she maneuvered her way to the building, black boots making rough contact with the pavement. This post has gone on for far too long so I'm gonna end it here.::
Peter: Peter sat in the car several rows back, watching fervently as Elle got into Company issued car. A set of black sunglasses was snugly fitted on the bridge of his nose, his hands sturdy and steady on the wheel as he waited for her to
Peter: pull out of the parking lot. He patiently followed two cars behind her once she did, moving at a meandering pace down the busy city streets. He kept a short distance, assuming and hoping that where she took him, it would end at the
Peter: Company's front door step. He had questions that needed answering, and so far, none of the questions had been given insight to. It was rather discouraging, not knowing or understanding. It became frustrating when the world, as you
Peter: knew it, changed right before your eyes. And everyone that seemed to know something, failed to share that information. One way or another, Peter Petrelli, was going to discover it. The car began to slow, heading into a parking lot
Peter: where a sign read Primatech Paper. He knew the building, at least he thought he did. Peter parked along the curb across the street, and sat for a moment to think over his next few steps. The place would have security, there was no
Peter: entering without someone knowing or being alerted to his presence. Peter got out of the car, and made his way across the road. By then, he watched as Elle made her way toward the door. Peter would cut her off, walking right in front
Peter: of her. "Busy?"
Sylar: With a twisted smirk of satisfaction, one of the usual company men who administered the drug to "Gabriel" hit the combination to the keypad, reinforced door sliding away to admit him. He carried a silver tray, holding a simple
Sylar: needle and a vial of something that looked none too pleasant. "Well well, Mr. Big Bad Killer. Ain't so tough shit now, are ya?" He smirked, spitting at Sylar before setting the tray down on the gray slate that served as his bed.
Sylar: Expressionless, Sylar sat there, not even bothering to acknowledge the man's presence. "Time for your medicine, Gabrie-." "No." The man snapped his head up, as though he hadn't heard him right. "…What?" Slowly, Sylar turned to
Sylar: meet his gaze, dark eyes twinkling as a smile came bidden to his lips. "…No. I don't think I'll be taking any, today." And before the agent could even react, the long syringe came flying to his awaiting hand, dripping hollow-tip
Sylar: plunged into the side of his neck. The agent screamed out in agony spurts of blood jettisoning out from around the needle
Sylar: . Finally he went collapsing to the floor, Sylar bending over to clean his red smeared hands before looking at the open door. "…Hm."
Elle: ::Just as she was about to open the front door, here came Boy Wonder. "Jesus, Peter!" She really hated when people snuck up on her like that. "Actually if you must know. Yes. I am busy. Have you been following me or something?
Elle: The whole stalker thing… not exactly what one would call attractive. Just thought you should know." Should she go inside, knowing he was standing right there. She got in trouble when she brought him here the first time, and aft
Elle: -er making nice with her father, she really wasn't in the mood for a scolding. Electricity crackled between her fingers. She didn't' know whether she was going to have to fight him or not. He was the one who said they weren't frien
Elle: -ds or whatever, so you couldn't exactly blame her for being a little hostile. That and he flew her on a fucking roof, after demanding her attention when she was enjoying a perfectly good smoothie that got ruined. Ruined all becau
Elle: -se he wants to play Hero and get answers and what not. Boo hoo for him. "What do you want?"
Peter: He was annoyed, and with Elle, it was easy to get annoyed. He just looked at her, not wanting to explain his reasons upon being here. She had to have some kind of idea. She brought him here the first time, the first time, it wasn't
Peter: enough. "You're taking me in there again." He heard the soft sizzle of electricity playing on the tips of each of her fingers. Peter raised his own hand, and his own burst of electricity would mimic hers. "I'm done playing games.
Peter: I'm changing the rules." He stepped out of the way, the sparking blue fire riveting on the tip of each finger, jolting with anticipation. "Take me in, show me around." He'll find the answers, all she had to do was provide him
Peter: access. He motioned with his head toward the front entrance door. "Lead the way, Elle."
Sylar: "You really know how to dress, Avery." He nudged the recently deceased body with a shoe that had previously been on the man's own foot. Ordinarily, Sylar was a real stickler for bodily hygiene, but he would make an exception just
Sylar: this once. Strangely enough, Agent Avery had a tendency to wear two pairs of socks, so at the least he wouldn't inherit some sort of fungus. Rifling through his pockets, he pulled out a relatively expensive phone and
Sylar: flipped it open dialing in the one number he'd ever bothered to memorize. Leaning against the slate, one foot resting atop the dead agent's back, he held the device up to his ear and waited for the girl on the other line to pick up.
Sylar: He had really made a mess of things, this time. Elle was going to be so disappointed. Yet if that deterred him from his current path, there was no evidence. "So about your plan…I don't think it's working too well."
Elle: ::She looked at Peter's hands and burst out laughing. He was just so pathetic. "So, what? You're gonna shock me?" She shoved him back some, always being the bully. "You know Peter, it's been fun it really has," the energy betwe
Elle: -en her palms grew thick as she prepared to blast him, then her phone rang. "Crap… who is this now." Reaching in her back pocket with a non charged hand she pulled out the phone, trained eyes quickly glancing at the interface wh
Elle: -ile still keeping note of Peter prepared to blast if need. be. Agent Avery? Why the fuck was he calling her. Accepting it she put the phone to her ear. "Hello?" The voice on the other end made the energy and her palm flicker o
Elle: -ut as she was quite confused as to what was going on. "Gabriel? Uh… what do you mean?" How was he talking on a phone exactly, if he was suppose to be locked up in a cell? Unless… Crap! It seems that it was Peter's lucky da
Elle: -y after all. Moving around him she opened the door, and power walked to the elevator. "Where are you now?"
Peter: Elle shoved him, letting the thickening electricity bounce lively in her hand. They were rather equal, as he recalled, and not to mention had a few more advantages than she. He failed to answer, he wouldn't answer; then her phone
Peter: went off. She grabbed it, turning away to speak into the receiver. Gabriel. Peter's mind went at work to remember the name Gabriel. Sylar. Sylar was in the building. They had managed to apprehend him and he somehow got out. By the
Peter: tone of Elle's voice, she was startled. She turned to open the door, leaving the younger Petrelli to his own devices. He followed right behind her, just before the door closed securely behind him. She headed toward the elevator, and
Peter: by God, so did he. He stepped through the metal door as they whirred open, gradually listening to the conversation. In the mean time, he memorized the floor as they descended, the numbers ticking down before it came to a slow and
Peter: steady jerk once they landed.
Sylar: Descending down the corridor, he allowed his fingertips to graze along the wall, bright blue sparks trailing behind them. Some of his former fellow inmates were cheering on his flight to freedom, begging and pleading that they
Sylar: released him. Fools. Were they really so arrogant as to think that he would care for even the most brief of moment about their situation? About the family members that had no idea as to their whereabouts? Please. The rest of them
Sylar: knew better. They could see the hunger in his eyes as he went from one cell to the next, electric blue illuminating his features and looking for all the world like Satan incarnate. "Hm?" He asked Elle, only half paying attention to
Sylar: the words in his ear. "Oh…I'm just doing a little…shopping." He stopped in front of a random cell, an old man with wizened features turning his eyes to Sylar in horror. And the next sound Elle would hear was a guttural scream,
Sylar: followed by a sickening noise that could only be described as the distinct sound of someone having their skull carved open.
Elle: ::When she heard the sound of the prisoner screaming she didn't care. Well she did, but not about the prisoner. He could be any where in the building by now but her first instinct was to hit Level 2 which was where his cell was.
Elle: Apparently he decided to go nicking abilities left and right. After getting her memories back and remembering what happened to that Trevor guy she just couldn't bare to listen to him do whatever it was he was going to do. So she hun
Elle: -g up the phone. "Oh god, oh god, oh god…" she panicked. Forgetting Peter was in the the elevator for a moment. "Um… do whatever you want to do, but don't put my name in it! I didn't let you do anything!" She shouted at him
Elle: not because she was mad at him, but because of frustration. All the serial killer had to do was sit the down in the fucking cell. Was that so hard? "Uh… what do I do, what do I do?" Did she attack him? Try to earn her father'
Elle: -s approval again, or did she let him do whatever he wanted so they could escape together? This was just so difficult. The door opened allowing them to step out on Level 2. In an instant she went barreling down the hall arriving
Elle: at his cell. The door had been open and there was the stripped body of Agent Avery lying on the floor. No Gabriel in sight. Not good.::
Peter: Even he could hear the scream from over the phone as Peter stood beside her. The agonizing wailing of a man getting butchered in effort to gain a power. This was only the beginning with Sylar loose and running about the Company
Peter: freely. Elle spoke into the phone, panic in her voice. She wanted nothing to do with it, no name to say she had a hand in the killings. The elevator door opened finally, and Peter brushed past her, exiting first to get a glimpse of
Peter: hall before them. Sylar wasn't in sight. On the ground, a man lay dead on the floor and stripped of his clothes. Careless, this place was careless, allowing a killer like Sylar to go free. He moved forward a couple steps, glancing
Peter: in one room then another. The other prisoners in the distance could be heard hollering, cheering. "He's down here," Peter said, moving forward, cautiously.
Sylar: "You have no idea how good that felt." He'd kept the phone to his ear even as he "went to work", once again wiping his hands clean on his victim's body. She had no right, honestly, to even think about the situation involving
Sylar: Trevor Zeitlin. Despite his forgiveness, his insistence that the event had ever taken place…they both knew that Elle was as much to blame for "Sylar" as Noah Bennet, or even her father. She could have turned her back on them, she
Sylar: could have stopped this. And she did, really. But just a little bit too late. There was a low, haunting whistle as he emerged from the room, smiling for no reason in particular. His new ability was quite the talent, that old
Sylar: man couldn't have done it the justice that he would. "Now…who wants to volunteer?" He was facing four cells, finger wagging between each as he mentally sang 'eenie meenie minie moe.'. Finally he stopped, on a rough looking red-
Sylar: headed woman, already approaching the thick glass when he heard the footsteps from down the hall. Well well, look at this. Elle and Peter, of all people. "Tsk. You're…Paige, right? Patrice?" He waved his hand aside, brushing away
Sylar: the unimportance that was Peter Petrelli. Chocolate brown eyes focused on Elle instead, gaze questioning. "I rot in a cell and you get a playmate? For shame."
Elle: ::Well it wasn't that the Company was careless, it was just that a few of the employees were fucking idiots. Elle had already taken full responsibility for monitoring Gabriel: administering medications, giving him new clothes, food,
Elle: etc. To say the least, she couldn't say that Agent Avery didn't get what he deserved. He should've known better. Not like Elle liked him anyways. It was funny how some of the guards only grew balls when their prisoner was safely
Elle: secure. Total nitwit. Looking down the hall she saw Gabriel emerging from a cell whistling. "What the fuck are you doing?" Given the situation, she didn't have time to laugh at the obvious insult thrown Peter's way. "W-what are
Elle: you talking ab— oh never! Me and him? He's an idiot. You know I would never." Well given the fact that she cheated on Caleb with the psychopath before her didn't exactly give her word that much credibility, but that couldn't be
Elle: helped anyway. How was she suppose to know about some underlying past connection that they had. "Why don't we just sit down and talk about this, sometimes when you talk about things they can easily be resolved." Once again she wa
Elle: -s repeating the very words her shrinks said to her many times in the past.::
Peter: Sylar emerged from the cell, having collected what he came to get. He soon found his intentions in his next victim, the red-headed standing on the other side of the glass. Peter stared ahead as Sylar attempted to "remember" his
Peter: name. In a part, this is what the company did. It locked people down here like rats, keeping them secured behind glass walls and cramped in dark rooms — and for what purpose, to understand them more, to control them? Peter moved
Peter: ahead of Elle. He was not afraid of Sylar. Elle was doing her very best to be bold and brave, and in her voice, they could both detect she was losing that battle. The way Sylar spoke to Elle, the way he watched her curiously. "She
Peter: seems to have picked up quite the habit," Peter scoffed, never minding what Elle might think. That part in his life was over and done with.
Sylar: As he'd said before, he could have escaped the grasp of the Company at any given time. It was bad timing (and poor sense of judgement) on Avery's part that had left him a cold and naked corpse. At Elle's question, Sylar glanced over
Sylar: behind his shoulder at the remarkably deceased old man, before turning back to her with a shrug. "I got hungry, so I came for a snack." In all honesty he couldn't remember where he knew Peter from, vaguely recalling that he was the
Sylar: brother of the Senator. "Oh wait…you can do what I can do!" He exclaimed, suddenly finding the day getting better. "I'd love to see how that works." He cast Elle a skeptical glance, she made it sound as though they were all
Sylar: about to sit down for tea and discuss world politics. This was an extremely volatile situation, after all. There was no way they would just diffuse it through conversation. "Are you…protecting her? From me?" He
Sylar: couldn't help but burst out laughing at that, this clown was too comical. "Right. Wait a second…I could have sworn you fell off a roof? Then again, I suppose I did as well. Funny how that works." And even as he spoke, his hand
Sylar: was lashing out, telekinetic force moving to surround Peter before lifting him into the air, to slam him into the low hanging ceiling before bashing him into the floor.
Elle: "Excuse me?" She turned to glance at Peter glaring. He was lucky as it was to not get blasted by her as long as he had. He was really starting to push it. It wasn't that she was scared of Gabriel because that was far from the tr
Elle: -uth, she just didn't want him to do something…brash. Or rather act directly off of impulse like she would further screwing up the situation. "Can we just leave or something?" She asked Gabriel walking up to him, putting her ha
Elle: -nd on his chest. He was out. He killed a guy. The company was always going to be after him now. Granted being confined in this place wasn't the plan in the first place. It just sort of came up. "This banter is nice really, bu
Elle: -t can we go!" Peter could find his pointless little answers all he wanted. She was done. Despite what she was saying there he went assaulting Peter. Sighing she shook her head. Wasn't like she was Peter's friend, he could get
Elle: ripped apart for all she knew. Maybe she'll throw him a few zaps herself.::
Peter: A barrier blasted itself out at him, it raised him right off the floor to crash into the ceiling, before slamming him back down upon the floor. He grunted momentarily as the sudden pain was abrupt and surreal. He threw his arm f
Peter: orward and issued the same kind of attack. His hand flexed as fingers waved forward, to send a ricochet of telekinetic energy careening back down along the hallway to send Sylar airborne, and hopefully colliding with the wall
Peter: several feet down on the opposite end of the hall. It gave Peter seconds to get back onto his feet. The last thing the world needed was Sylar running lose and killing everyone, collecting powers to become unstoppable. Peter
Peter: didn't need the answers anymore, it was right there in front of him, staring at him in the face from behind cold solid glass. This is where they sent you, and you were no longer apart of society, but stored away down here and
Peter: forgotten. "I got the answers I need," he kept his hand focused on Sylar, keeping him pinned against the wall, before he turned his wrist, re-directing the serial killer to slam face-first into the adjacent wall.
Sylar: He was only allowed the most brief smirk before Peter's retaliation went into full effect, Sylar twisting away as the blast knocked him all the way down the hall, until his back was slamming into the wall at the end. Sylar didn't
Sylar: even bother trying to move, he knew from personal experience that he was pinned. Instead of being worried, however, Sylar seemed highly amused by his current, perilous situation. "You are a funny man, Peter. What's the matter?
Sylar: Finally seeing first hand just what your dear old mama has been up to? All this time, playing the villain, saving the world…and your own mother is the real villain. It's pathetic, honestly. Hilarious, but pathetic." He laughed
Sylar: once more, even despite the fact that he'd damn near broken his nose on the wall. His voice was muffled, but he still went on. "You really…should pay more attention." And then his index finger uncurled, pointing straight behind
Sylar: him at Elle.
Elle: ::Did Peter really think she was going to sit here and allow him to pummel her boyfriend? He really was an idiot. As Gabriel pointed to her, she'd already had two glowing electric spheres in her hand was pummeling his body with th
Elle: -ousands of electric voltage. Such a cute face gone to waste as they say. That's why sometimes it didn't pay to fly people on top of roof tops, refuse friendship, and harass them at their place of employment. And she really like
Elle: -d Peter too. Maybe not in the lovey-dovey way she had before, but she still liked him. It was about time the younger Petrelli grew a pair and started demanding things rather than just letting it happen. However, he was being dem
Elle: -anding to the wrong people. You can pull that shit with Nathan and Dragon Petrelli but not with Elle fucking Bishop. No ma'am. She kept the current going through his body to prevent him from doing anything stupid, which should i
Elle: -n turn break his concentration on Gabriel hopefully. His body would spasm and contract uncontrollably as he was at her fully mercy. Now all she needed to do was think of some sort of plan.::
Peter: Elle seemed to have gained her bearings and turned her attention toward him, exploding the electricity from her fingertips and sending the volts through his body. The volts entered and stayed, he gritted his teeth as the charges
Peter: spread throughout his system. He felt everything inside of him vibrate continuously, muscles spasmed from the electric shock. He barely managed to turn his attention toward Elle, and had to remind himself never to take his focus off
Peter: of Sylar. Teeth clenched, Peter slowly maneuvered his arm outward, unfolding his hand, that telekinetic surge was brought fought to slam haplessly against Elle, sending her smacking the wall right behind her. He kept his hand
Peter: hovering, and side-glanced to the man standing several feet down the hall. "Really think she's that bad, huh? How do you count splitting people's heads open. That isn't exactly an innocent gesture, now is it?" He looked to Elle,
Peter: held against the wall. "He's your responsibility, not mine. And whatever he does, it'll be on you, too. Remember that, I know I will." He released his hold, lowering his arm, then glanced once down to Sylar. Peter didn't care. There
Peter: was no reason for him to. Elle would either learn her lesson, or become the victim, herself. It was up to her. She didn't need saving; she just needed saving from herself. Peter slid back toward the elevator, entering the metal box,
Peter: he smacked the button and at once the door's close and the shaft began to ascend.
Sylar: And then the light show began, Sylar grinning as he heard Elle unload on the man. But then there was a disruption, stemming from the fact that Peter had decided to devote some of his attention to the girl. Apparently he knew better
Sylar: than to divide his attention, however, considering the fact that the hold on him only lessened slightly. "Evolutionary imperative, Peter. The weak perish, and the strong survive. Didn't you pay attention in biology class?" And just
Sylar: like that, he was dropping from the wall, thick brows rising in surprise at the gesture. "Just like that? One after-school special speech, and you're letting us go?" He used the term 'letting' loosely, of course. "You're making a
Sylar: big mistake here, Peter. Not killing me, that is." Watching Peter walk away, he looked to Elle with the smallest shake of his head. "The elevator?" And just like that, he was lifting his hand towards the steel doors, sending an arc
Sylar: of shimmering blue from each fingertip, collecting in his palm as Elle had taught him before firing the stream towards the steel doors of the rising elevator.
Elle: ::Did that really happen? How the fuck did he manage to move? His healing perhaps? Whatever. If Peter thought this shit was over he was sadly mistaken. When the hold on her was released, she glared at him as he tried to walk of
Elle: -f like some sort of bad ass. Turning her head to stare at Gabriel she tilted her head to the side, then standing up. "Oh Peter…" pointing her hand at the elevator as well, she shot a volt towards the panel on the side. The co
Elle: -mbined electrically would travel through the wires, immediately halting the elevator stopping it in it's tracks. The cable at the top would inevitably conduct the traveling electricity melting and burning it. It was a sad day to
Elle: be Peter. "I don't see why he didn't just take the stairs." Rolling her eyes, she waited for his inevitable doom, well maybe he wouldn't perish but at least it'll severely inconvenience him.::
Peter: The elevator shaft began to lift, in actuality, he wasn't leaving but heading to level three. That is until the electrical impulses began to sizzle as the volts empowered by both Elle and Sylar ravished the elevator. The elevator
Peter: car gave an immediate jerk, wobbling slightly to the side. Far above his head, miles to the very top of the building where the cables were connected, they were burnt to a crisp and melted on impact from the terrible heat. He smacked
Peter: against the back wall, as the shaft jerked and quivered with the potential to go straight down to the very bottom. The lights on the panel had gone out since then, no use in going up nor down by his own attempt. An exhale escaped
Peter: his lips as he raised dark eyes to the ceiling where in the center lay the outline of a trapdoor. It was either manage his way through or take the trip down. Peter pushed away from the hall as the elevator rocked sharply, tossing
Peter: him to the right, he crashed against the wall with a grunt. He moved to his feet, losing his balance quickly as the elevator was close to descending. He hovered lightly, reaching up he pounded his fists against the trap door. He
Peter: punched and shoved before the door loosened and released. The elevator shook, trembling as Peter crawled his way through the tight passage. He pressed his hands on the edge, crawling out onto the elevator shaft. A snap! from
Peter: above and a cable came toppling. The younger Petrelli launched himself freely as the second cable snapped itself free. The creak of metal scraping against the metal rods within the elevator shaft filled the tight enclosure. Peter
Peter: raised himself higher and higher, counting the floors as he ascended and perched lightly on the landing for level three, the floor Nathan had been imprisoned upon.
Sylar: "Well, that was fun." He seized Elle about her waist, pulling her to his body before kissing the young woman forcefully. "Freedom tastes wonderful. I'm ready to leave, I don't want to be here any longer than we have t-" Click. It
Sylar: was the distinct sound of the barrel of a gun being cocked back, Bob Bishop standing mere feet away the duo. The barrel of his gun was aimed straight for the back of Sylar's head, eyes cold and emotionless from behind the spectacles
Sylar: he wore. "Step away from him, Elle." "You don't want to do that, Robert. I'd already agreed to spare your life. Don't make me regre-" BANG. The loud noise echoed throughout the hall, bullet spiraling away from the gun and straight
Sylar: towards Sylar's forehead. His body flew back seemingly from the force of the gunshot, crumpling in a heap. Bob was instantly reaching for Elle's wrist, yanking her towards and behind him while keeping the gun trained on Sylar's
gold: still body. His fingers were locked tightly around her, keeping her with him in case she decided to run to her now dead boyfriend's side.
Elle: ::Kissing him passionately, she pulled away before jumping up and down excitedly. "We make a pretty awesome team." Elle was so caught up in the moment she hadn't even notice her father pointing the gun at Gabriel. The distinct cl
Elle: -ick immediately earned him her full attention. Turning around, she frowned instantly. "Daddy! What are you doing!?" Could today get any worse. She killed the target, Peter stalked her, Gabriel killed two guys and broke out, sh
Elle: -e aided in the destruction of an elevator and now this. Shaking her head from side to side she ignored her father's commands telling her to step away. She really was getting into this whole rebellious daughter thing. It was kind
Elle: of fun. Well, fun until her dad went firing a bullet at her boyfriend. Gasping in shock she turned around instantly to see if Gabriel was okay, only to be roughly pulled away. Did he just… shoot him? Her eyes just couldn't tak
Elle: -e themselves off of him, and she instantly found herself praying for what was in front of her to not be real. "G-Gabriel?" Well if he truly was dead there would be no responding to her, she just had to have some sort of confirmati
Elle: -on as to what had just happened. Turning her head to her father, she glared at him, gritting her teeth together. "WHY'D YOU SHOOT HIM!" Didn't they tell him, that he was safe, that he had nothing to worry about? Elle couldn't e
Elle: -xactly protect him if he was purposely provoking Gabriel to attack.::
Sylar: Bob didn't have time for her rebellious foolishness, squeezing her wrist warning as he continued to watch Sylar's body. He still hadn't moved, to his relief. "You're acting like a child, Elle. I told you before, that man was
Sylar: dangerous! You're just a little girl, you don't know what's best for you!" If that was fatherly concern or overbearing control remained to be seen. "He's better off dead. The world is better off with him dead. Now come along."
Sylar: "…Now now, Robert. Enough of this talking in past tense." Slowly, Sylar rose to a sitting position on the floor, forehead clear and devoid of any bullet wounds. "Now…a few things." With careless ease the man rose to his feet,
Sylar: rolling his neck once before looking to the previously retreating Bob Bishop. "One. You should really stop ignoring me when I try to make a bargain. I wasn't asking for my life. I was offering you yours." He held up his right hand,
Sylar: the gleaming bullet clutched in between his thumb and index finger. "A gift a picked up from one of your former inmates." The bullet warped and twisted in his hand, flattening into a puddle before reforming in its original shape.
Sylar: "And as for the second thing…you're going to stop talking to her like that. Elle isn't your little girl, anymore. She's all grown up, and she's mine."
Elle: "LET ME GO!" She intentionally jolted him, severing this clasp on her pulling her arm to herself. Sure she might have been throwing a tantrum or acting like a "child" but wasn't this a normal reaction? Wouldn't anyone child or adu
Elle: -lt act like this if someone they loved seemingly got murdered before their eyes. Was she really that unreasonable. "Y-you… killed/ him!" The tears in her eyes started to build up as she hugged herself, not knowing what else to
Elle: do. She //needed her father, just as badly as she needed Gabriel. He was the only person besides her father that she felt some kind of mutual connection with and now it was all ruined. Ruined just because he couldn't leave her alon
Elle: -e. "Daddy… please…" Please what? What was there left to ask for. Gabriel was dead. She knew that he'd probably tell her that her tears wont change anyt— wait… Adam's blood. "Daddy!" She tugged on his shirt. Instantly
Elle: she stopped begging when she heard Gabriel's voice, a few tears still sliding down as she sniffled. She wanted to run over to him now that she found out he was alive and well, but still she needed to calm her father down too. It t
Elle: -urns out the power he got from that guy in the cell actually saved his life. At least he got something useful. "Gabriel…" walking over to him, she hugged him around the waist laying her head against him. She really didn't need
Elle: to say much, her actions spoke volumes. She wanted attention but not this much attention. She didn't want these two fighting over her.::
Sylar: For the first time in who knows how long, there was a genuine emotion lurking behind Bob's otherwise apathetic stare: fear. Fear of what this man, Gabriel Gray, was capable of. Fear of what he would do, now that he knew the hand Bob
Sylar: had played in his descent into darkness. "You're an abomination, Sylar. You have to understand, you can't be allowed to live. Elle…" He looked to her with pleading eyes, as though she could convince Sylar to surrender and forfeit
Sylar: his life in the name of "justice." Instead she did just the opposite, walking over to him and hugging him. His lips set in a snarl of disgust, gun arm raising once more. "He has to be stopped, Elle. I'm sorry." And then a barrage of
Sylar: bullets were fired, until Bob had emptied the entire clip. Eyes widening in surprise and fury, Sylar turned body while holding Elle, so that his back were to the gunshots fired. She would be able to feel as each struck him, coned
Sylar: metal flattening as he utilized his ability to manipulate metal subconsciously. It still hurt, and would more than likely leave bruises, but that was all. Sylar looked down at the woman in his arms, eyes lazing over with concern in
Sylar: a silent question of was she alright, before his furious look was cast at her father. The man had begun to back away, knowing that he would never be able to beat this devil unless he were close enough to touch. Before he could even
Sylar: turn to flee, one of his feet were gripped telekinetically, before he was flipped over, Bob falling heavily into his back. "…No more of this. You're dying. Here."
Elle: ::Elle had tried talking to Gabriel, she tried getting him to calm down, and not attack anyone, but that just didn't work. What made him think that she would be able to get him to do so now? Well maybe she could've but Gabriel did
Elle: -n't deserve to be locked up in a cell for the rest of his life, especially when it was the Company who made him what he was to this very day. Her tears were staining his shirt as she laid against him, fingers clutching at the fabr
Elle: -ic in the back. The tone of her father's voice didn't sound correct, she had been around him long enough to know that. Quickly she was turned around instantly feeling the bullets hit Sylar as his body took the barrage. Did her fa
Elle: -ther really just risk her life, just to bring Gabriel down? She couldn't believe he just did that. Pulling away from him, she looked up into his eyes panicking, she waited for him to collapse on top of her dead. But it never ha
Elle: -ppened. Looking off to the side she saw her father baking away before he was tripped up. 'Dying?' "Gabriel… please don't!" Her father may have been a morally questionable man to everyone (but her), but he didn't deserve to di
Elle: -e for it.::
Sylar: Held halfway into the air by one leg, Sylar had Bob dragged in constant circles, that that one wizard had done Gandalf in the first Lord of the Rings movie. "Pathetic." The word had applied to several men, that day, each more so than
Sylar: the last. Well…there was none more sorry than Peter Petrelli but Bob had certainly come in close second. Flipping him around, Bob was lifted into the air, hands clutching at his neck as though someone were choking him. "What, Bob?
Sylar: Did you think I was just going to walk away from this and let you live? How many times have you tried to kill me? Used Elle to turn against me? I was really going to let you live, Bob. Honestly I was." Hearing Elle screaming out
Sylar: over his shoulder, Sylar couldn't help but look back incredulously. "You KNOW what he did to me! To us! Why do you still try and make up excuses for him? Our lives Elle…everything. He ruined them. He made me into this." How
Sylar: fitting, the creation coming back to seek revenge on its creator. In a way, this was like the story of Frankenstein. And Sylar was the monster.
Elle: ::This was not looking so good, she needed to do something and fast or else she wasn't going to have a daddy anymore. Holding her hand towards Gabriel she dosed him with enough electricity to knock him into the wall. For once in
Elle: her life she didn't want the killing or the blood shed, especially if the blood being spilled was one of theirs. Running over to her father, she held his head up, and helped him sit up. "Daddy, are you alright?" The fact that he
Elle: had almost tried to kill her didn't even matter anymore. Though technically it wasn't her he was trying to kill. Eyes turned to Gabriel, blues stormy as she glared at Gabriel. "No… you're wrong. Imade you this. My dad never
Elle: lied to you…" she couldn't believe she was about to say what was her mind but she was speaking more so out of anger. It was the only way if she wanted to keep them both alive. Gabriel had been doing much better without her holdin
Elle: -g him back, and her father wasn't put in harm's way like this. "I tricked you. I was suppose to capture you, bring you here." This was said as emotionless as possible, and for a sociopath that was pretty damn emotionless. "I ne
Elle: -ver loved you, Sylar… it was all a lie." She turned to look at her dad, "You alright?"
Sylar: The shock wasn't what hurt, although seeing as the force had been enough to knock him into a wall again, obviously he was looking a little worse for wear. No, it was the words that followed which cut Sylar deeper than any
Sylar: How could she just run to her father and treat him as though he were the victim in this scenario. And then, admitting to the claims that she had been denying the entire time. What was getting into her? Had Bob managed to brainwash
Sylar: her somehow, or… "…What? You mean, it was all true? You lied to me?" He paused, running a hand through his hair while trying to resist the urge to slit her throat. "YOU LIED TO ME?!" On a much grander scale compared to when he'd
Sylar: shattered all the glasses in his house during the Trevor Zeitlin incident, every pane of reinforced glass in the hallway exploded, showering them with fragments and allowing the prisoners to go free. Or it would have, anyways, if it
Sylar: hadn't been for the fact that they'd all lifted into the air only to slam forcefully into the wall. Only Elle and Sylar remained standing in the hallway now, his gaze screaming murder. "You betrayed me. Always, you were betraying
Sylar: me." He advanced, fingers coming to grip her throat unless she blasted him. "I should kill you." Furious even through the veil of tear causing his eyes to mist over, he released Elle, turning away to walk down the hall.
Sylar: "The next time I see you…I will."
Elle: ::She really didn't want to say anything that she had, but she just didn't see any other way. The glare on her face that she'd been wearing faltered and she looked down at the ground. This was the worse feeling in the whole wide w
Elle: -orld. None of their plans would ever come to light now. It was all for nothing. "Yes… I lied." She was still sitting on the ground, holding her father's head up. He was yelling at her, and she wanted to wince but knew that a
Elle: -ny sign of vulnerability or weakness would alert him to the bullshit she was trying to sell him. As the glass started cracking she looked all around her nervous. It looked like it was truly curtains for Elle Bishop. The prisoner
Elle: s and Daddy went flying back into the walls, and it was just Elle all by her lonesome left to face the beast. He was stepping forward but she didn't know what to do. Of course the obvious was to blast him but she just couldn't fin
Elle: -d it in herself to do it. Not saying a word she just stared at him. His fingers curled around her throat and she whimpered a little but for the most part not fighting back, only letting off a few harmless jolts due to the situation
Elle: . A part of her was wishing that he would kill her, so she didn't have to worry about any of this ever again and he could go on doing whatever it was he wanted. She felt her breathe being cut off, as she tried to pull on his hand
Elle: to no avail. Physically he was way stronger than her. Nails dug into his flesh and he dropped her. Grabbing her throat she coughed loudly, watching as he walked off down the hall. "I'm… counting on it…" looking to the side s
Elle: -he stared at her father glaring at him daring him to say anything else. She just needed to be left alone right now. Some of the prisoner's tried to take this moment to start escaping but all they did was serve as an outlet for he
Elle: -r anger and frustration. Staccato lightning shot from her hands and finger tips hitting many of them killing, paralyzing, and knocking other's unconscious. Surprisingly though their screams did nothing to numb the pain.::
