| Appearences by: | Elle, Ripper, Sylar |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | 8 |
| Date: | November 8, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | 6 |
Elle: ::For the past couple of days Elle kept getting the feeling that she was being…watched. Like something or someone was lurking in the shadows waiting to just pop out and grab her. The feeling was especially intensified when Gabr
Elle: -iel's ghost made that sudden appearence in her apartment the other night. Her powers were still a little wonky, so she knew this assignment would recquire extra care. She was a danger to people and electrical equipment alike. Tr
Elle: -aversing the busy streets of New York, a few archs jumped from her body and she winced in pain. It was funny how oblivious the average person was, here she went walking around electrically charged, with visible sparks coming off of
Elle: her body, and the nitwits just continued to walk by as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Kind of funny. There could be an alien invasion or something, and they'd still continue to sip on their lattés and chit chat on th
Elle: -eir cell phones. Oh well. It just made her job all the more easier really. The young operative was clad in long grey check cinch pants, a teal triple ruffle blouse, and dark grey jacket which accentuated her small waist. Her sho
Elle: -es were also grey, the pumps had a delicate bow on the side. To top the look off was a elegant suede bow bag, and circular gold earrings and a golden bracelet. Her assignment was to bag and tag a man with the ability to communica
Elle: -te long distances without the aid of a device. Pretty lame, but she could see how that would be useful should the Company attempt to recruit him. His name was Kevin Spates and he lived in Chelsea. That wasn't too far off from th
Elle: -at painter Isaac Mendez that the Company had interest in. Apparently he could paint the future or some bullshit. Whatever.::
Sylar: The Ghost of Sylar, it was amusing to think that she had taken his words so literally. He had been speaking merely in a metaphorical sense, though seeing as Elle wasn't quite "all there", it wasn't a surprise that she had taken what
Sylar: he'd said and ran with it. He was watching her, always watching her, observing every move she made and every breath she took. He knew what he was doing was sick…twisted, and that only made him continue. She'd ruined his life, made
Sylar: it hell, why shouldn't he be allowed to do the same. But where Elle had destroyed the physical, he would go oh so much more deeper than that. He would break the woman down, destroy her soul…if she even had one to begin with.
Sylar: Bleaaaaaaaat! That was New York City for you! Traffic was always a mess this time of day, everybody honking and blaring at one another to get the hell out the way. Dave enjoyed it though, just made everything feel that much more
Sylar: authentic. During his lunch break, he always came up to the rooftop of their multi-storied company building, to watch the people and cars below move around like ants. Strolling up the stairs with lunchbox in hand, he had been about
Sylar: push open the roof access door when he looked through the small window, seeing some man standing out on the lip of the building. He wasn't dressed in a suit, or construction outfit, the hell was he doing? "HEY, you can't be…up…
Sylar: here?" He had burst out the door to give the guy a piece of his mind, but he was already gone. "What the hell? Where did…" Walking over to the edge of the roof, Dave peered over, wondering if he had maybe jumped. "…Boo." And v
Sylar: without warning or reason, the business man previously known as Dave was pushed over the edge, sent plummeting down from the sky, only to land with a splatter right before Elle. And if she looked up? She might be able to see
Sylar: someone staring back at her. She might not have been able to make them out, but there was an almost certainty that they had eyes only for her. There was even a wave given, before she staring at the clear, blue sky
Ripper: ::Well, there was a little something in the killing and mindfucking game called experience. And who knows how many decades of it had taught a different kind of killer to get his priorities straight. It was just his luck that
Ripper: everyone else seemed to have distractions. He, on the other hand, had a pretty singular mindset…once he honed in on someone, they became almost an obsession until he got what he came for. That Kevin fellow…he actually had no
Ripper: prior knowledge of what his power WAS, only that he was a person of interest for the company. Imagine his disappointment when he showed up at that apartment and found out it was something completely dull and annoying. His
Ripper: frustration at a wasted trip resulted in quite a mess down in the building's basement, where the various utility devices were kept. It was cold, dark, and creepy down there, so people rarely showed up to interrupt. After about
Ripper: twenty minutes down there, he'd lost track of the guy….well, half of him anyway. The police would find it eventually, he supposed. He was a dreadful mess, bandages stained with blood not his own, as well as dark spots on his
Ripper: coat and that hat he seemed to adore. He seemed to feel better now, crouching down before the half he still had and patting it on the cheek as if he were his friend:: Sorry fella…sometimes I just don't know what comes over
Ripper: me. Those company boys are bound to be pissed when they show up.
Elle: ::She was almost where she needed to be, Chelsea was nothing more than two blocks away, and to think she made it here in good time. Going in her purse, she fetched her cell phone to call her father and inform him of her status. He
Elle: liked having her check in every now and then. When the Blackberry was retrieved something fell down in front of her quickly. She jumped up a little in shock staring at the dead body, and with her power on the fritz her phone was instantly f
Elle: -ried and the street lamps above exploded from over charging. People were screaming and backing away all except for Elle as they dialed 911 on their phones. Did this man just commit suicide? Cursiosity got the best of her and she
Elle: looked up to see a black figure all the way at the top. Was he… was he waving at her? It couldn't be… what she thought it was could it. "No…" Looking down at the body laying in a pool of blood, she stepped over it and power
Elle: walked off, wanting to get as far away from this situation as possible. In he middle of public!? Of all places. Holding her bag tighter she kept walking in the direction of Kevin Spates' apartment hoping the task at hand would distr
Elle: -act her from whatever just happened. He was nothing more than a block away now.::
Sylar: Eerily the blood began to follow Elle's footsteps, slithering and weaving past those of others as it hastily oozed past her. The stream was unnaturally quick, and when it was perhaps a foot in front of Elle? It began to twist and
Sylar: curve, until it formed a word she'd be easily able to identify with. Murderer. The bottom strokes of the letters began to ooze down towards her feet now, and soon enough it began just an illegible puddle of scarlet. The crowd had
Sylar: obviously decided to follow her lead, moving away down the block and shuffling around her. There was one walking in the opposite direction however, head down with a cap on his head. He shuffled past her, though words fluttered into
Sylar: her ear even as he did so. "When are you going to stop killing, Elle?" But as he had last night, and on the rooftop, whenever someone tried to catch him in their sights again, he was already moving on.
Ripper: ::He had been pursued by those Company pricks enough times to know that beating them to the punch was quite difficult once they took interest in someone. They must've had some kind of system. Fortunately for little Molly, he did
Ripper: not know what it was. Tracking him personally through the girl never worked, thanks to the inner workings of his mind being the sort of thing children recoiled from, so he was one of the rare few that managed to stay under the
Ripper: radar…killing one of their targets, though, that usually got their attention, not that he cared. If this waste of space Kevin was someone they were interested in and he managed to get here first, he was willing to bet that it
Ripper: wouldn't take them long to catch up. Leaving behind Kevin, he retreated to a corner of the room where he'd stashed a duffel bag. It wasn't a habit of his to carry one around, as he kept most of his supplies on his
Ripper: person. Thankfully, human nature ensured he always had a way to procure what he needed, even in the poorest countries in the world. Food and medicine were in short supply, but no matter where you went, people always made sure they
Ripper: had a way to kill each other…it was just their nature. He unzipped the bag, something that could be considered glee shining through his twisted features on his mostly covered face:: Well….let's make them feel welcome.
Elle: ::Even with her increased pace the blood was quickly trailing behind her, eventually moving past her. Stopping in the middle of her tracks she stopped in stared at the bloody words on the pavement. This couldn't be happening. She
Elle: killed people sure, and even liked it. But she didn't kill him! He killed himself. That just wasn't fair. Perhaps breaking up with him was the wrong decision. She missed him, still wanted to be with him, but she didn't see any
Elle: other alternative. Her father and Gabriel were just going to bump heads until one of them were dead. At least this way they both were safe or so she thought. When the words, his words were in her ear she stopped and turned around
Elle: abruptly; long, blonde hair swinging behind her. And there was nothing. No trace of him. Ghosts weren't suppose to follow you everywhere were they? She got a few stares from people, but ignored them for the most part continuing
Elle: on her way. By the time she made it to Kevin's apartment complex her nerves were completely frazzled. The electronics in the building shut out for a good ten seconds before cutting back on. Leaning against the door, she took a de
Elle: -ep breath in an attempt to calm herself. When the thought of Gabriel was pushed to the back of her mind, she ascended the staircase leading to the man's apartment. What room number was he again? 305? Searching through her purse
Elle: she pulled out the sheet of paper which confirmed this. Pumps made contact with the concrete stairs loudly as she traveled upwards to the third flood. Opening the door at the end, it didn't take her long to find 305. Knocking on
Elle: the door three times she didn't get an answer. Looking down at her feet she waited a few more seconds before knocking again. Still nothing. Frustrated, she held out her hand and blasted right through the door entering. This plac
Elle: -e looked… horrible.::
Sylar: Did she think him to be joking around when he said that he would haunt her for the rest of her life? Because if so, that was a mistake on Elle's part. He refused to be a memory, for her to eventually just move on and leave thoughts
red|Sylar: of Gabriel Gray behind. He wanted nothing to do with her, but knew that he couldn't exist without her. So what could he do, really, but following her and continue to snip at the frayed nerves that still held Elle together? This was Sylar: wrong…it was sick…it was sadistic, and he was loving every minute of it. It was only when it hit a certain point that Sylar realize, truly realized, what he was doing and when to draw the line. Such as last night, when she'd
Sylar: been literally "begging" the ghost to end her life and prove that he was real. Sylar didn't know if he'd just wanetd to not give her the satisfaction of death…or if he had honestly just been incapable of killing her. There were
Sylar: countless times that he could have snuffed out her life, so why didn't he? No, instead he moved through a window into the apartment, hidden, but ever watchful.
Ripper: ::Well, keeping up the theatrics might be difficult when one had competition…especially some that didn't give a shit whether Elle lived or died. He'd have to come to terms with that pretty soon though. That electrical failure in
Ripper: the whole building gave him a very large hint in regards to who had been sent to collect the dear departed Kevin. He was glad for it…gave him a chance to try something he'd been curious about. Elle came into an apartment which
Ripper: showed signs of a struggle. Hopefully she wasn't too rattled to hear the soft "beep beep beep" going on behind her. Originally the plan had been to blow the agent to bits the minute he stepped through the door…but after some
Ripper: quick readjustments the game had changed. Beep…beep…beepbeepbeep. They sped up before the trap detonated, blowing apart the wall behind Elle. She was still well within a potentially fatal blast range, though not as much as
Ripper: she would have been had he kept his original setup. No, his target wasn't really her…it was the water pipes. They burst open from the blast, water gushing out and beginning to flood the floor. Naturally, staying dry while
Ripper: standing near it was an impossibility. The sound was bound to alarm other folks in the building…He didn't care. He'd cross that bridge when he came to it::
Elle: ::Stepping in further she found a few droplets of blood on the floor. That didn't scare her really, the only thing really scary about this place was the possibility of a diseased rat jumping out and biting her. There was a beeping s
Elle: -ound, feint but she could still detect it. Whatever it was it was electronic or else it wouldn't be beeping. Standing still she listened for a few seconds, noting the quickened pace off the beeps. Then boom! The whole wall behi
Elle: -nd her exploded a peace of the wall hitting her in the back, as water flooded the apartment, and whatever had been shooting out sprayed her as well. This was not good at all. Mixing water and electricity was a big no no. Whoever
Elle: stepped out of their rooms and into the water would find themselves mighty unlucky. Standing in the same puddle of water as a human joy buzzer was deadly, especially when said joy buzzer was having a little wiring issue of her own.
Elle: Right now she wasn't trying to generate a current so she was safe for the most part, everyone else… well. She needed to make her way out of this room, apparently Kevin had been expecting her somehow. Maybe he could hear long dis
Elle: -tances or something as well. She needed to get out of this room immediately and dry off, the place would surely be flooded in no time. The door across the hall opened up and a man who looked to be about in his forties stepped out
Elle: wearing a blue robe. When the growing puddle advanced and made contact with his bare feet his body would spasm immediately, the water popping up around him electrical burns beginning to cover his body as he fell to the floor dead.
Elle: Rubbing her injured back she noted that there was no cut or anything but her jacket wasn't damaged but there was sure to be a nasty bruise there. In order to get out of the door she had to get closer to the gushing water, so instea
Elle: -d of doing that she'd make her way over to the window, too bad there wasn't a fire escape.::
Sylar: Sylar's ears had caught the faint beeping, initial ability readily identifying it as some sort of explosive. Judging from its location, and the fact that he was hidden away in the utility closet, he was more or less safe. The rush
Sylar: of water was definitely an interesting development, considering the fact that Ripper wasn't the only one with a curiosity regarding Elle. He swiftly opened the door, needing to move towards the outside hall before the water came
Sylar: into contact with his skin. Granted, he didn't actually want Elle to know he was there…hm. Time to test out that theory after all. The approached puddle was streated with a strong jolt, Sylar having open the door somewhat. If she
Sylar: was shocked, he would support his body with telekinesis and abruptly glide over the water, feet touching down once he was outside of the apartment as well as the radius of the water. Either way he was getting out of the room, it was
Sylar: just a matter of if she saw him or not.
Ripper: ::Gabriel was unexpected…but he wasn't important right now. His focus had shifted from the boytoy to the blonde. Nothing would hammer that in harder than when the glass of the window suddenly cracked near her head. The crack
Ripper: surrounded a hole about the size of a bullet…if she didn't figure it out just from that, the hot feeling of lead grazing along the outside of her arm before it went through the window again would clarify it for her. Someone was
Ripper: shooting at her. There was no gunshot sound, though. Even with the gushing water, a gunshot would be audible, so there had to be a silencer. The shot had to have come from behind her. She'd know that if the company ever taught
Ripper: her anything about calculating the position of a shooter. There wasn't a muzzle flash either, so her wits were pretty much all she had to tell her that it came from behind, not a sniper. And yet, nobody was behind her…well,
Ripper: except one person::
Elle: ::The first priority of hers was to get out of the water as soon as possible, she could hear the screams of another person as they went down from making contact with the electrified water. Oh well. Some people just shouldn't be so
Elle: nosey that wasn't her problem. Right when she was beginning to jump on top of the couch as to get out of the water, a bullet pierced the glass window. Turning around quickly she was hit by a current of electricity falling straight
Elle: down to the ground screaming. Unlike the others however she wouldn't convulse or suffer from electrical burns, it was as if the electricity hadn't touched her in the first place. As painful as it was, it proved benefiicial as it a
Elle: -llowed the bullet that was to graze her arm to miss as she fell face down into the water. Groaning as she tried to move she looked behind her to see… him. "You…" Ghosts couldn't do anything like that… which meant he had to
Elle: be real. He was just fucking with her the other night the entire time. Lucky for her a Company girl had many assets her disposal, she may not be physically stronger than him but hand to hand came in handy, as well as the .45 in he
Elle: -r purse. Quickly reaching in she pulled out the gun cocking the trigger back quickly and shooting Gabriel in the shoulder. She was beyond pissed at this point, the fact that she still was in love with him didn't even matter right
Elle: now. "You fucking bastard!"
Sylar: Oh now things were just getting messy. Having stopped mid-escape, Sylar would instead content himself with sitting upon a wooden stool, feet propped up on the rungs and staying well clear of any water. He had his hands resting on
Sylar: his thighs, eyes focusing on the pained Elle. The gunshots were alarming, if only because he hadn't been aware that there was anyone else in the apartment. Hm. When Elle turned the gun on him suddenly, he only had a split-second to
Sylar: react. Much as he had the other night with his newly acquired ability, the shape of the metal bullet was warped and flattened before it even struck his shoulder, though he was still forced to twist away from the momentum. Slowly
Sylar: turning back towards her, a single brow was cocked, smile coming to his lips. "Why…whatever do you mean by that, Elle? I hope you don't think I was the one who shot at you. Speaking of which, if you plan on coming after me, your
Sylar: priorities are seriously messed up." He stroked his chin for a moment, staring at the floor. "Oh, unless you're talking about what happened at your apartment? Oh it's true, Elle. You did kill me. Drove a stake right through my
Sylar: heart."
Ripper: ::Well, Sylar was getting a favor now to help him out, as another gunshot came through the room. However, the bullet was a larger caliber…large enough to rip through the wooden leg of that stool keeping Gabriel away from the
Ripper: electrified water anyway. But this time the shot came through the window first, leaving small bits of broken glass on the floor inside…that meant the shot came from outside. Based on logic, putting it all together meant that
Ripper: there was not one, but two shooters to worry about somehow. Another bullet from the smaller caliber gun pinged off the floor by Elle's head. Whoever was shooting that one was either a lousy shot or didn't have a good view of the
Ripper: target, but it was still getting close enough to indicate that it wouldn't keep missing forever if Elle just laid there on the wet floor like an idiot because Gabriel happened to show up unexpectedly. Really, people who dealt with
Ripper: that guy on a regular basis…well, you'd think they'd learn to expect him to pop up uninvited after a while. Oh well. Not his concern.::
Elle: ::He might not have been the one who shot at her, but he sure as hell was the one who shocked her. Now there he went pulling that her killing him thing again. "Boo hoo! Fuck you!" She didn't give a shit about how he was feeling
Elle: at the moment. He really hadn't been lying about not being the one to shoot at her because a bullet nearly hit her in the head. Company training told her well enough that she needed to move and now. A stationary target was far ea
Elle: -sier to hit than a moving one. Rolling to the side and getting to her feet she made a dash for it, going in the other room, crouching low so that whoever was outside of the apartment couldn't see her moving. When all seemed to be
Elle: clear she sat on the side of the window peaking out of now brown and once white curtains. Disgusting. Her position in the room, and where the bullet landed indicated that they were across the street yes, but not directly. It was
Elle: one of the buildings on the side of the one across the street to the right, or at least in one of the far right rooms. Still peeking eyes scanned for the culprit, if indeed there was a man in the room hopefully Gabriel would handle
blue|Elle: that.::Sylar: Gabriel wasn't even paying Elle any mind, at that moment. That explosive had definitely made things difficult for him with the explosion of the water pipe. Closing his eyes for a moment, he sifted through the various items in the
Sylar: room. The ability he'd picked up during his escape from Level Two certainly came in handy, today. He could manipulate and control metal of all different kinds, but more importantly, he could sense it. Unfortuantely the kitchen was
Sylar: full of metal objects, which was why it had been throwing him off until now. But he could sense the familiar shape of a gun, though that wasn't what interested him. Instead he focused on who was wielding in from inside the small
Sylar: cabinet, seizing them with his mind and literally ripping them through the door, pulling them out into the electrified water. Leaping, he used them as a sstepping stone, following Elle into the other room and coming to stand atop a
Sylar: bed. This was getting too ridiculous now, he was trapped between god knows how outside, Elle, and some goddamn water.
Ripper: ::Hopefully Gabriel had good balance. He definitely ripped out a gun…but there wasn't a person attached to it. Not a whole one anyway. There was just a severed arm, lifelessly gripping a glock. Maybe…the shooter had just
Ripper: been killed and they didn't notice? No, that was absurd. There was the improbable and there was the impossible. Either way, both the agent and escapee had a new set of problems they didn't anticipate. And it had even forced
Ripper: them into the same room together. As if there weren't enough people gunning for them, the floor underneath their hiding spot blew open with the sound of a shotgun blast, pellets spraying up and into the ceiling of the
Ripper: room above. The brunt of the shot wasn't close enough to hit either one, though a stray pellet or two had the potential to clip anyone who wasn't on their guard. The hole left in the ceiling offered a perfect view of whoever or
Ripper: whatever was down there, but looking was discouraged when a grenade without a pin popped up through the hole and rolled into the room with them…and a second one just for good measure. There was a heavy CLUNK which was probably
Ripper: the gun being dropped, suggesting that the shooter was leaving the area::
Elle: ::Elle had just located the shooter from across the street, closing her right eye she aimed and fired two shots smashing the window of the shooter and hopefully hitting them as well. However like most things in Ms. Bishop's life, t
Elle: -hings took a turn for the worse as shot gun blasts broke through the floor. Lucky for her she was essentially in a corner and far away from the center of the wall as possible. As much as it pained her to think it, she may have to
Elle: work with Gabriel after all. It wasn't like he could heal or anything, then again he did have that whole flattening bullet thing going on. Fuck him. She could do this by herself. When the assault was over, that hand grenade came
Elle: springing up. For the second time in a short period Elle once again had to somehow survive getting blown to bits. But what really could she do? Once the grenade hit that electrified water, the current would go through the metal a
Elle: -nd no doubt ignite the chemicals within even faster. And even if she didn't get blown up the metal casing would fly off piercing her with multiple shards which could potentially be fatal given the close proximity. So she just tur
Elle: -ned facing the wall closed her eyes and braced herself.::
Sylar: After the near-fiasco with the limb, Sylar was standing on the bed. Luckily they had escaped harm from the shotgun blast, though the two grenades that were lobbed up proved to be just as deadly. Hand flew out to Elle, summoning her
Sylar: immediately into his arms. One arm wrapped around her, the other still extended, he forced the already compromised floor to give way to his telekinetic power, throwing the both of them to and through the whole intitially made by the
Sylar: shooter. And none too late, considering the fact that the blast had just gone off behind them. Sylar felt the deadly heat ripping at his back, trying to tear through his shirt and jacket and burn him alive. Elle would hit the floor
Sylar: first, stunned but alive, as the man did his best not to land on top of her. Some of the shards had embedded themselves in the back of his legs, Sylar's face a mask of pain as he rolled away from her. "You..alright?"
Ripper: Can't make up your mind, can you boy? ::They'd managed to finally drop into the room with their assailant, who was standing there as if he'd been expecting them to come down. He had both of his arms back after losing one to Elle,
Ripper: though the new one still had that rotted, burnt look for some reason:: You really are just a boy playing at a beast, AREN'T YOU!? ::He lunged out and raised a booted foot, crushing it down onto one of Gabriel's shrapnel filled
Ripper: legs:: You two really disappoint me…You're supposed to be a killer, and you're supposed to be some kind of highly trained agent. Then again, I've been learnin how to kill people since you two were suckin' tit…::He glanced to
Ripper: the side, looking at a clock that was hanging on the wall:: But I bet someone else could've done better than you. ::There were sounds of commotion and panic all throughout the building. More than likely the people at home had
Ripper: made the wise decision to get the fuck out after that one loud bang turned into gunshots and grenade explosions. There were even police sirens in the distance, and they were almost certainly on their way to this ghastly scene::
Elle: ::Right when she thought the end was coming, she was pulled by some invisible force and into Gabriel's arms. She thought she was going to hate him, push him away, shock him anything, but she found herself falling into the same rout
Elle: -ine: hugging him and burying her face into his chest. She clutched onto him tighter as they began to fall, sparking as they did so, the water on her skin causing her to sting herself though not majorly, her fear of heights gettin
Elle: -g the best of her. When they landed she was a bit shaken up, her hair still dripping wet. "I'm…fine." She answered meekly. Her attention quickly shifted to that familar voice breaking the moment. It was Ripper. What the fuc
Elle: -k was he doing here? Apparently he'd gotten his arm back, and was advancing on them. When he stomped on Gabriel's leg she knew she needed to do something and fast. The gun she'd had before was no where in sight, long discarded a
Elle: -fter the blast. Ignoring the pain that ensued when she tried to generate a current she could barely move enough to get her whole hand free, so she had to settle on her index finger. Aiming carefully, she shot a single strand of e
Elle: -lectricity right where his available eye should be, the blast exitting from the back of his head, creating a devastating exit would as the electricity literally exploded out in an effort to find the quicket escape route.::
Sylar: Ripper's relatively simple words stung, mostly because they reflected everything that Sylar had been struggling with for the past week or so. He loved her, he hated her. He wanted to torture Elle, he wanted to be with her. It was a
Sylar: constant battle being waged within, and Sylar was pissed beyond belief that Ripper could come along and pick up on it so easily. Before he could even retaliate with some sort of witty banter or angry remark, that foot went slamming
Sylar: into his leg, an animalistic yell ripping from his throat as his arched his back in pain. He would kill him…god he would kill him. He didn't care if the man was supposedly immortal, he would tear and rip until there was nothing
Sylar: left to bring back. When he went to tlook at the clock, Sylar busied himself with transforming the shrapnel into liquid metal, the pieces of the grenade oozing out and puddling on the floor. When Elle went on the offensive, he did
Sylar: as wel, lunging for the leg closest to him. Even before his fingers touch, a blue mist emanated from them, and should he have managed to catch hold, a solid lair of ice radiated fro his palm, to spread throughtout the limb and
Sylar: eventually his entire body.
Ripper: ::Elle's bolt shot through his eye, blasting out the wall behind him and making a quick exit…although there were spectators in the street pointing up and horror. The blow made his body lunge back, giving Gabriel only enough time
Ripper: to freeze the bottom of his leg, which broke off in his hand while the rest of him went backward. For a few seconds he just lay there like a cadaver, but then a gooey substance began to fill up his eye socket, solidifying into
Ripper: fluid and nerve in order to repair the damage…So he could fix his eye after all. But that brought up a question…If he could repair his eyes, why did he only have one when he revealed himself? Where was the other one…and what
Ripper: was it seeing. He grunted as he hoisted himself up on his good leg, grabbing at a piece of furniture to drag himself up. The missing piece of leg was already beginning to repair itself, but it wouldn't be good to stand or walk for
Ripper: a while.:: Oh stop…there's no point. Besides, the only reason you found me was because I let you. I wanted to keep you distracted long enough, you see…5…4….3….2….1…::As the second hand of the clock hit the 12, a
Ripper: thunderous boom sounded from the bottom floors of the building, shaking it to its very foundation even on the upper floors. The smell of smoke wasted no time getting up to them, and pieces of the ceiling were already starting to
Ripper: crumble…He was blowing up the building…with himself inside of it, even! Elle and Gabriel didn't have time to fight him anymore. They couldn't even take the stairs. The only way they'd be getting out before they were
Ripper: buried alive was through that hole Elle made in the wall…and there were people watching the whole time:: If you live…say hi to Bob for me…Heh heh heh HA HA HA HA HAAA!!! ::He cackled even as rubble began to crash down around
Ripper: him, euphoric amidst the chaos::
Elle: ::It seemed as if things were looking up, but he still wasn't phased by that, his eye regrowing. So if he could do that the entire time, why hadn't his arm grown back when she blasted it off the first time? Didn't this just suck.
Elle: Once more he had some other plan in the works for them, for what purpose she did not know. Basically everything he was doing was a waste of everyone's time. She could've been slipping slushos by now, far away from either of them.
Elle: When the bomb went off she clutched Gabriel tighter. He was the one with telekinesis and gajillion other abilities he had better do something fast. The building itself was getting ready to crumble on top of them, and that was a l
Elle: -ot of weight coming down on you especially when you were on the bottom floor. "Gabriel… do something!" He had been the "hero" thus far, why should he stop now? The comment made about her father, caused her to instantly get ang
Elle: -ry scowling at Ripper, but she only ended up shocking herself in her frustration.::
Sylar: What the hell was up with Ripper and his fascination with the two of them? Then again, this might have just been a wrong place, wrong time scenario. But seeing as what had taken place a few weeks ago, he couldn't help but think
Sylar: otherwise. The man's foot broke off in his hand Sylar tossing it away in furious disgust as he struggled to his feet, right leg dragging somewhat as he held onto Elle. She had called him Gabriel…for some reason it had given him
Sylar: hope. He looked at Ripper one final time, before leaving the man to his maniacle laughter, the haunting tones filling his ears. Elle was hoisted into his arms before Sylar took off running, well aware of the threat that was the
Sylar: building crumbling around them. He created a sort of field around the two with his telekinesis, so that any debris would just bounce right off. But that came at a price. Ordinarly he used his ability with percision, exhuding only
Sylar: the neccessary amount of strength. But here? He was going all out. Running straight towards the wall, they burst right through, Sylar devastating the already crumbling apartment building in his bid to escape outside. The more that
Sylar: fell "on top" of them, the more it drained his strength. Soon his nose was trickling blood, vision blurry as they finally burst through the final wall, freefalling outside. He held Elle close, mentally rolling over so that back was
Sylar: to the ground. He was able to slow their descent somewhat, though he'd still fall with an audible smack on the sidewalk outside, surrounded by people with the sirens of the police in the distance. His eyes flickered to her once, to
Sylar: make sure that Elle was at least alive, before he passed out.
Ripper: ::Well if it hadn't been obvious before, it was obvious now that this wasn't a man who played by the rules. Damn subtlety, he went all out, even at the risk of exposing their kind. What did he care? The building collapsed in a
Ripper: pile of rock and kicked up a giant dust cloud that filled the lungs of anyone stupid enough to linger around once the chunks of brick and cement started to come down. He had never been seen coming out…it was quite possible he was
Ripper: buried in there somewhere, but it would take a long time for emergency teams to comb the wreckage for survivors, and he might not even be there by the time they finish. Fire trucks were beginning to show up, as well as
Ripper: ambulances and, perhaps worst of all, news choppers. Gabriel, already unconscious, would almost certainly be waking up inside either an ambulance or a hospital. As for the perpetrator, there was no telling where he'd end up, but
Ripper: that one short utterance before it all came down might have shed light on his intentions. Before he was buried alive, he had said "Be seein your dad soon, kid"::
Elle: ::Once again Gabriel was doing everything in his power to try to protect her. Scooping her up in his arms he was running, his telekentic barrier being pummeled with debris, as he broke through walls and windows. When they actually
Elle: started falling out of the building she screamed loudly, but shut up as she didn't want to break his concentration or something. As they were falling she could see in his face the amount of physical stress this was causing him and
Elle: she felt even worse. She broke up with him, shot at him, and said all sorts of things and here he was going above and beyond to save her. Normally she would turn her nose up at the idea of being the damsel in distress, but when yo
Elle: -ur savior was someone tall, dark, handsome, and Gabriel Gray complaining just didn't come as easy. Hitting the ground, she grunted still in a bit of pain from earlier when that piece of the wall collided with her back. When he pa
Elle: -ssed out she crawled over to him, immediately hugging his back spilling another batch of tears on his shirt. She cried more in the last week than she ever had in the past twenty something years. The paramedics rushed over to the
Elle: two immediately grabbing Gabriel, pulling him onto a stretcher. All she could do was let them do their job and follow closely behind as they pulled him in the back of the truck. She naturally attempted to get on as well. "We can'
Elle: t let you aboard unless we know your relation to the victim." One man said stopping her. "I'm his girlfriend… and I'm hurt too." The man nodded grabbing her hands and helping her up into the back. She watched as they gave Gabr
Elle: -iel an oxygen mask and checked his vitals. Taking off her jacket and blouse, Elle allowed the medics to examine her badly bruised back, and cut hands. They were barreling down the street on their way to the hospital but Elle knew
Elle: they couldn't stay there for too long. The Company would get word of this and come after him again, and she didn't want another repeat of what happened last time. Some time passed and ambulance made it to the hospital dragging the
Elle: stretcher out of the back and rolling Gabriel to the emergency room, while Elle followed closely behind her belongings wrapped in her arms.::
Sylar: Sylar had been weaving in and out of consciousness ever since they lifted him onto the stretcher, although he had been able to make out a familiar (if not bleary) face amongst the rest of them. The various witnesses had been
Sylar: informing the paramedics that the injured man and the girl had apparently fallen from multiple stories, and yet both appeared to be generally fine. Sylar had a few cracked ribs and a brused vertebrae, but he was alive. They were a
Sylar: already calling it a miracle, everyone trying to figure out the man's identity. Wheeling him into the emergency room they proceeded to patch Sylar up, and eventually Elle was allowed into his room, where he lay on the bed.
Sylar: A single eye cracked open wearily, scanning the room for Elle, his fingers twitching as though he wanted to hold her hand.
Elle: ::When the nurses informed her that she was able to see him, Elle bolted out of her chair and made her way to his room. At first she was anticipating him to be gone or something, but lucky for her he was still there. He seemed to
Elle: be sleeping however. Pulling up a chair she noticed she wasn't having random bouts of pain like she had been earlier. By the time, Gabriel's eyes found her, she had just pulled up a chair and had her hand in his, resting her head
Elle: against his lap while setting her jacket and shirt in the other chair. "…I'm sorry." She didn't know how much effect her words had on him, or if he even cared in the slightest about what she had to say, but she genuinely was sor
Elle: -ry and didn't want any harm to come to him, even if he did want to make her life miserable. "I… didn't want all of that to happen." Though if he hadn't been there she wouldn't be here. There was a knock on the door, and turning h
Elle: -ead she saw two police officers standing in the doorway. Questions were obviously something they had been meaning to ask. "I just got in, give me a moment," she anwered angrily, the heart monitor on the side of the bed flickering
Elle: , stabolizing once more when they left. Gabriel again was the center of her attention. "Can you… move at all? We have to get out of here before the Company tries to bring you in again." She whispered.::
Sylar: If he had seen the sight of Elle running into the emergency room, he probably would have laughed. But it would have hurt entirely too much, so in essence that was a good thing. Instead he just rested one hand lightly on his stomach,
Sylar: the other clutched firmly in her own. When she came to rest her head in his lap, Sylar let his digits run smoothly through her hair, in the comforting motion that she was used to. "Sorry for what, exactly? Unles that was some well
Sylar: thought out plan to kill me, using yourself as bait." Elle wasn't that dumb, or dumb at all for that matter. How had Ripper known that either of them would be there, though? He definitely had a tendency to appear during the worst
Sylar: possible times. His eyes flickered to the door when the policemen entered, though they were dismissed just as quickly by Elle. "Why would you want to move me? According to you, my capture was all a part of the plan either way."
Elle: "I-it was…" at this point it was kind of hard to keep the façade going, and if he couldn't see that she was lying he was stupid. "I was tricking you the entire time… doesn't mean I hate you or anything." She looked into his ey
Elle: -es before redirecting her own, not wanting to deal with the eye contact. She was suppose to hate him, be his enemy and looking into his eyes would only make her do what she wanted to do the entire time: press her lips against his
Elle: in a passionate kiss and telling him how badly she wanted him. Everything these past couple of days had been too much for her. I guess the old saying you can't have your cake and eat it too applied here. She couldn't have Gabriel
Elle: and her father. It was either one or the other. The only question was, was which one did she want in her life more?::
Sylar (10:13:57 PM): Even with his injuries, Sylar could easily tell that Elle was lying through her teeth. He could hear the hesitation in her voice just as plainly as if she were telling him the truth, which of course made him squeeze her hand to stop. "Please…stop lying to me. I don't think can take it, anymore." His fingers slid along the top of her hand, grazing down her wrist before he brought them lovingly across the smooth skin of her cheek. "If you really are my enemy, if you really want to see me dead..kill me right
Sylar (10:16:05 PM): here." He let his hand drop back down to the bed, Sylar opening his other eye and trying to draw her to meet his stare. "I don't think I can take living like this, any longer." Funny how they had swapped positions, Elle now being begged by Sylar to take his life instead of the other way around. He grabbed her hand, placing it squarely on his chest. "Kill me know…or I'll know that you love me. And I won't let you just walk out that door." She was going to have to make a decision, there would be no more of
Sylar (10:16:22 PM): this deceit. Either she killed him, right then and there, or she didn't.
Elle (10:20:32 PM): ::The little bit of determination that she had cracked and crumbled. "I'm not…lying." Maybe she did owe it to him to tell the truth, to be real with him. Then again she'd always been real with him except for on a few occassions. The shoe really was on the other foot as she was asked to take his life. "Gabriel…" she stared him in the eyes, hers obviously tearing up. With her hand on his chest, her hand started to spark, and it really seemed like she was going to kill him but she didn't. All she di
Elle (10:22:46 PM): -d was send a little electricity into his body, disrupting the signals being transferred by his nerve cells to alleviate the pain he was feeling. In a burst of energy she mashed her lips against his, ignoring his injuries for the time being, her teeth tugging on his bottom lip as her tongue slid against it. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she whimpered into him, letting the moment carry her away. She tried to forget everything that had happened the last couple of days, trying to delude herself into never re
Elle (10:23:02 PM): -membering that any of it had happened.::
Sylar (10:25:26 PM): When he saw the sparks begin emitting from her hand, Sylar rested his head back against the pillow, perfectly content with what was about to take place. He'd finally be at peace, because he knew where Elle and her feelings truly lay. Already the pain was beginning to aleviate, it was amazing, he could barely even feel the electricity coursing through her body at all. He opened his eyes for a moment, wondering if his soul would lift off to heaven (or hell), like it always happened in the movies. But instead
Sylar (10:28:13 PM): of the Pearly Gates, he saw Elle rushing towards him. He barely had time to register it before their lips were crushing together in a painfully passionate kiss, Sylar ignoring the agony that was moving his arms as he wrapped them around her frame, holding her to his body. He moaned into her mouth. Spine trembled as her teeth seized his lip, Sylar eagerly sending his tongue out to explore her own oral cavity. The device monitoring his heart would begin to beep rapidly, several doctors and nurses rushing
Sylar (10:28:46 PM): towards the room anticipating him going into a seizure or something, but backing away when the realized what was happening. If Elle tried to leave he would just hold her even tighter, refusing to let go of this moment.
Elle (10:36:37 PM): ::The doctor's entering the room didn't even register to her. They didn't matter; they were insignificant. "Gabriel…" she moaned pulling away to breathe a little, before going back in for the kiss. She craved the closeness that she had with him, relishing in the contact. "I love you…" she kissed him again pecking him on the lips repeatedly. "I always have… always will." At least she got her feelings out there, though he knew them of course he always did. It was just funny for someone who knew h
Elle (10:37:57 PM): -ow things and people worked, he couldn't figure out when she was lying through her teeth. Of course she loved him. And to think he believed he didn't for a second. She just wanted everyone to be safe. Even if it meant sacrificing a bit of her own happiness.::
Sylar (10:46:09 PM): The moment they left, the door was closed and locked from the inside, meaning that there would be no more sudden interruptions until Sylar deemed otherwise. All that mattered was her, and the words spouting from her lips. Her kisses were so sweet…each one was like a little burst of sunshine, casting light on the gaping wound in his heart and bringing it to a close. "I love you too…god I love you." He wanted her to lie in the bed with him, he wanted to hold his dear Elle in his arms once more. "Why did
Sylar (10:49:02 PM): you lie to me?" Sure, his ability was to understand people and things, but when it came to Elle…all the rules went right out of the window. He believed in her fully, so of course when she told him that she didn't love him, he would take it to heart. "I don't even care, just…come back to me. I can't do this anymore. I cant be me without you, anymore."
Elle (10:55:27 PM): "I didn't want you and my Dad to fight anymore… and I knew that if I was with you he'd try to kill you and you'd try to kill him. I just wanted you both to get along but it didn't work…" As sadistic, psychotic, and deluded she can be, and how evil she could sometimes seem, she literally believed everything she was doing was the right thing, even if it was wrong by the morals of society. She was naive even though she could be cunning, sarcastic, and predatory. In a twisted way, she actually was innoce
Elle (10:56:52 PM): -nt. "I don't know if I should, Gabriel… I don't want you to get hurt." She climbed on the bed with him, laying her head agains this chest crying into his chest. "…I can't."
Sylar (11:59:03 PM): "You do know that I wasn't going to kill your father until he shot at you, right? It was always about you, Elle." Bob had been the real idiot in that situation. If he had never gotten on that bullshit about how the world should be better off without Sylar. Even then, he wouldn't have acted as he did…until Elle's life had been placed in danger. Then, the game changed. "What do you mean get hurt? We were apart for what, a week? And I'm already in the hospital." He rubbed his hand up and down her back,
Sylar (11:59:49 PM): smiling despite her tears. "It seems like I get hurt more being apart from you, angel. Just…please. I really just want that life we talked about. You and me, away from all of this. Don't you want things to be as they were?"
Elle (12:04:01 AM): ::She knew there was nothing she could really say to that, there was no denying the fact that her father shot at her knowing full well she was in the line of fire. "I know I screw up… alot and I'm sorry I really am! But I didn't want any of this to happen." She was still crying into his chest sobbing audibly now. "I know we were apart, but you got hurt the minute you came around me. If you would've stayed away you wouldn't be hurt…" 'And I'd be dead…' He just had to save her, why couldn't he jus
Elle (12:06:38 AM): -t leave her be? "No… Gabriel. You get hurt being around me. Everything that happened to you is all my fault. Lying to you, making you jealous, turning you into a killer, getting captured by the Company, and nearly dying today. I… I don't deserve you. You should be with someone better. Someone not crazy. Someone without all the baggage. Everything is my fault, everything."
Sylar (12:12:35 AM): "Quit being stupid. I don't care how many times you screw up, because I will always be there to clean up your mess. Wasn't I there today?" No, why did she have to cry so hard when everything was finally okay? They were (hopefully) together again, they'd managed to survive the vicious attack lain out by Ripper, what was there to be upset about? Even still, he pulled her into his body, wanting to bring Elle fully onto the bed so that she could lay her body against him. "Dont worry about any of that. I
Sylar (12:14:42 AM): shouldn't have been there in the first place, I was just…obsessed with you. I wasn't ready to let you go. Not to mention you would have died. And then I would just have killed myself anyways. Please, Elle…I forgive you. For all of it. As long as you come back to me."
Elle (12:19:48 AM): ::Her crying was becoming fainter and fainter as she listened to his words, curling up against him. He was there today to save her, though she hadn't exactly messed up, how was she to know that Ripper was there? He ruined her entire mission and the target was obviously dead. "I'm not a very good agent…" she said randomnly. It wasn't that she wasn't skilled at being an agent, she did have successful missions here and there she wasn't full of failure but at the same time all she had ever been was a disa
Elle (12:23:32 AM): -ppointment in the end. In reality she had enough Company knowledge to survive on her own, she just didn't have the knowledge to interact with society, and she didn't exactly want to be one of those ladies with 1000 cats. "I never stopped thinking about you… I got those pictures we took developed." She even slept with his shirt like a child clutching onto their favorite blanket. He wasn't the only one who was obsessed, though she just didnt' go stalking him. "What about my dad? …He's going to hurt my dad
Elle (12:25:43 AM): ." By he she meant Ripper, now that she knew exactly what it was she was potentially dealing with, today's events shouldn't be repeated, and she had enough power to handle Ripper, it was the grenades and what not that was the trouble. Gabriel of course was not going to help her save someone he wanted dead.::
Sylar (12:30:28 AM): He gave a small, contented sigh when he finally heard the sobbing come to an end, Gabriel bringing her up slightly so that he could first press his lips to her own, before brushing them lovingly over her forehead. "Again, you're being stupid. You're an amazing agent. It's just that…people like myself and that man have a tendency to come along and make things more difficult for you." He hated even remotely comparing himself to the Ripper, it left a bad taste in his mouth. Particularly because the man had
Sylar (12:33:54 AM): been so adamant in proving that they were one in the same. "I know…I was in your apartment." he didnt' want to go into detail regarding the whole…closet scene, it was almost as bad in his mind as when he had raped her. "He's going after Bob? Hm, he'll just be doing my work for me." Squeezing her once, Sylar grew quiet as he thought for a moment. "I suppose…we'll have to save him, then. But only because I want to kill him myself." Was this Sylar's way of saying he was going to help her save Bob?
Sylar (12:34:01 AM): Probably.
Elle (12:43:20 AM): ::Ripper was just more delusional than she was, there was only one person who was alike Gabriel and that was Elle Bishop. Ripper was not welcome to join the club, there was a two person limit. She really didn't want to think of that day that Gabriel had been in her apartment, it had been weighing heavily on her mind since it happened and she was extremely jumpy because of it. "Gabriel… we can't just let him get Daddy…" The silence was a little deafening, she knew how he felt about her father, so she
Elle (12:46:16 AM): really didn't see him agreeing to save him any time soon. Yet he agreed (she thought) surprising her. "Don't hurt him, please?" There was a forceful knock on the door. "Open up! Police!" They had to pick the wrong moment to show up. "I think we need to go…"
Sylar (12:52:11 AM): Obviously Ripper had realized as much, considering he'd been trying to kill Sylar instead of extending his previous offer. Just as well, there was no way in hell that he would have taken it, regardless. Well…maybe before Elle had come into his life. Actually, it was a good thing they hadn't met before today, because in his grief Sylar gladly would have taken his ability to get back at her. "…Fine, I won't. Just tell him that he better not do anything stupid." The knock at his door alarmed the man, eyes
Sylar (12:53:12 AM): snapping to it instantly. He was glad that he had locked it now, gave them time to escape. "Yeah….come on." Sitting up, he began to rip away the various cords connected to his body, trying to conceal the pain that he felt with every movement. "Out the window…we gotta go."
Elle (12:58:30 AM): ::Smiling she hugged him, kissing him on the cheek. She would be sure to get her father in check, there was no time for manipulation when his life was on the line. "A-are you sure you can do it?" The alarm alerting the nurses that he flatlined had signaled with the absence of the cords form his body. "I could cut the power, and take them all out if you want. We can steal a car." That was definitely safer than the window, that and heights weren't something she was exactly big on. It was her turn to sa
Elle (12:59:45 AM): -ve the day. If anyone was to find out that he was Sylar things would get even uglier. What if some loud mouth agent arrived on the scene calling him by his alias? That would certainly make things difficult.::
Sylar (1:25:51 AM): He would do anything to make her happy, even spare her father's life (how many times do you hear something like that?) "Am I sure? No. It took a lot out of me escaping from that building with you, I doubt I could go around pinning people to walls." He held up his hand, electricity crackling between his fingers. Good, he still had some juice at least. "Yeah…cut the power. No killing, if you can help it." The police would be that much more adamant about catch cop killers than they would just two suspects.
Sylar (1:28:09 AM): "We don't want anymore heat on our backs than necessary. We'll have to take the fire escape, think you can support me?" He'd need help even now, unable to put too much weight on his legs being that one had been stomped on by Ripper, shrapnel intact. "We need a place to stay, too.."
Elle (1:39:17 AM): "Alright no killing…" she said sadly. That was going to be the best part, but he was right. It would only bring more unwanted attention to themselves. "When the door is open try to take out whoever you can, paralyze them, knocked them out whatever." If he even had enough control to even do that without delivering a fatal votage. There was a possibility that she didn't get everyone who could spot them and run to get help. This was going to take a bit of concentration, for a minute she found herself a
Elle (1:43:52 AM): -ctually wishing her power was on the fritz again. Closing her eyes she focused a bit, the lights flickering a few times through the building before eventually everything went out, emergency lights and all. "C'mon." She brung his arm around her shoulder, her 5'1 frame supporting his 6'2. The door was pulled open, and she immediately started shooting strings of electricity into any people she saw with precision and accuracy. Lucky for them electricity was faster than a bullet even, and they were able to
Elle (1:44:45 AM): dispatch a lot of them in seconds. Now all they had to do was pinpoint the emergency exit.::
Sylar (1:48:20 AM): "Don't give me that, you know you can kill whoever you want as soon as we get out of here." He nodded once when she told him the plan, wondering if he did indeed have that much control over the ability. Or if he could even provide the juice in the first place. No, he didn't have time for thinking. He would do it because he had to, and that was the end of it. He unlocked the door mentally, trying to keep as much weight off of the smaller girl as possible as they went out into the hospital. The policemen were
Sylar (1:49:56 AM): targeted first, the blue tendrils of light exploding from his fingers and engulfing their bodies, sending them into convulsions. It was so dark, that none of them truly had a clue what was going on. Some sort of electrical malfunction? Either way, Sylar was peering through the darkness, searching for the fire exit. "Over there!" Pointing awkwardly, he "lead" her towards it, pushing it open with a strong arm and thankful she had cut the power, and thus the alarms. It was something of a struggle, but he
Sylar (1:50:10 AM): managed to stumble down the stairs, but not before locking the door behind them, first.
Elle (2:03:16 AM): ::She couldn't quite tell if the people he were hitting were dead or not, and she really didn't care. Bursting through the emergency exit they were heading down the stairs. This was going to be the hard part because at any given moment he could prove to be too much of a burden on her body, causing her to trip or something. He truly was trying his best though. "We'll be there in no time. Just gotta get down to the parking lot." She tried to comfort him as much as possible, hopefully the sound of her vo
Elle (2:04:09 AM): -ice would help him not dwell on the vast amounts of pain he was feeling.::
Sylar (2:08:17 AM): At that point in time, he couldn't say that he cared too much either. He just wanted to make sure that the two of them got out alive. Sylar was ever mindful of the fact that she was way smaller than him, so he was doing all he could to keep his weight off of Elle's body, legs feeling as though they were about to fall off. "Yea…we'll be fine, I know. I have the…the world's best agent with me, after all." He tried to smile, though it faltered moments later. He could only hope the darkness concealed
Sylar (2:08:56 AM): it well enough. Finally, they burst out into the underground parking lot, where thankfully the police hadn't actually gone too yet. "Come on…let's find a car and get out of here."
Elle (5:54:57 PM): "Find a car. Right." Scanning the area, she decided that it was best to pick out something that looked good. A beat up car would like be suspicious, especially the one not too far from them with the giant dent on the side. Not cute. "There! The BMW!" She ushered him over to the expensive looking, silver vehicle. "Obviously I'm driving. Think you can unlock the doors? Don't exactly want to look like we just stole a car." Still no one arrived yet, no one probably even knew that it was them who b
Elle (5:55:34 PM): -asically knocked everyone unconscious. The cameras were offline, and the only witnesses weren't really witnessing anything. The police would have nothing on them.::
Sylar (5:58:44 PM): Why did he have a feeling that she would pick one of the more flashy cars off of the light? Then again, who would be expecting two attempted murder suspects(among other things) to be driving off in the brand new BMW? He wasn't too crazy about Elle's driving, but this wasn't exactly the right time to argue. Besides, as she implied, he wasn't really in the right shape to be doing much of anything. "Yeah." Compared to the power he'd been forced to use upstairs, manipulating the locks was easy. Even still, it
Sylar (5:59:55 PM): was a relief when he actually pulled the door open. The alarm blared noisly, Sylar trying to summon the strength to zap the noise away, but could only just look at Elle helplessly. "If you don't mind.."
Elle (6:05:42 PM): ::When the alarm went off she groaned and stared at him, "You could've turned the little lock, like the key was put in or something…" Jolting the car, the alarm immediately cut off, and she opened her side of the door and got inside. "Let's go, Gabey!" She said excitedly, bouncing up and down in her seat. Carjacking was just so much fun. She remembered the rush she got the first time, when she did it with Caleb. Maybe there'll even be a nice police chase too. Hopefully, Gabriel had fastened his seat
Elle (6:07:47 PM): -belt because once she cut the battery back on, and used her power to hotwire the car she was out of there. Maneuvering through the parking lot, she eventually saw the bright light at the end of the tunnel signaling their freedom. Glancing left and right, she turned right immediately cutting off a car and blazing down the street. Laughing, she turned to look at him, "That was soooo much fun! Maybe you should rescue me from crumbling buildings more often."
Sylar (6:12:47 PM): "Sorry, I'm not exactly at my personal best…" He tried his hardest not to get irritated, but between being so low on energy and the fact that he found himself in yet another situation with which he had no power, he found it more and more difficult. They would both have their seatbelts on due to his last minute jerking, just before Elle took off and left him plastered into his seat. How she'd never gotten a ticket before astounded him, then again whatever idiot was dumb enough to pull Elle over was
Sylar (6:16:18 PM): probably just a pile of ash at this point. He wished that he had something to hold onto, honestly, because while he trusted Elle completely…she still drove like a fucking maniac. "If you exclude the part where we fell out of a building and wound up in the hospital, then yes. Loads of fun."
Elle (6:20:57 PM): ::She scrunched her face up a little, still keeping that smirk present on her features. "You don't sound like you think it's fun… spoil sport." She chuckled a little. "Do you have any idea where we are?" Everything looked the same in New York, to her anyways. Big buildings everywhere, the same mass of people littering the streets. "We should stop to get slushos, wait… you don't like them… weirdo." She leaned towards him taking her eyes off the road, and pecked him on the cheek before bouncing u
Elle (6:21:42 PM): -p and down happily. This seatbelt was a little too constricting though, so she took the strap that went over her chest and put it behind her. He was so parental at times.::
Sylar (6:23:59 PM): "Sorry, dear, it must be the intense pain talking." He rolled his eyes slightly, though softened up when she came over to kiss him on the cheek. "I'd have to take a guess and say the corner of First and Fifteenth." They'd stopped at a red light at this point, the man staring at the crossing signs above them. "Just a guess though. And we can get slushos if you want. Just get me something other than that blue glop you seem to love so much." He never did understand why people put the strap behind them. Sure,
Sylar (6:25:16 PM): it would still keep you from flying out of your seat, but you could just as easily bash your brains in against the steering wheel or window. He couldn't help it though, he just wanted to take care of her. "So…are you really staying with me? Or was that just a temporary partnership?"
Elle (6:29:56 PM): ::For once Elle actually did stop at the light, but only because she had to, but the minute there was a let up in traffic she went blazing through it. "Hmm… what about cherry? Cherry is good… or what about a chocolate smoothie. I went to this one place and it was really really good." Well… Elle only put the seatbelt behind her because it was uncomfortable and she felt limited in her movements, if he wasn't in the car she wouldn't have put it on at all. "Um…" the happy expression vanished from h
Elle (6:32:44 PM): -er face. She wasn't mad or anything but she had some major thinking to do. "Do you want me to?" She really didn't know what it was she should do. "I want to say… I want… I don't know."
Sylar (6:35:15 PM): "Cherry is fine. Either way I'll probably come out of it with diabetes." He paused for a moment, knowing that Elle would probably have some kind of incredulous reaction to his next question. "What is a smoothie, exactly?" It wasn't like Sylar was some sort of food connoisseur, he only ate when neccessary, and because he was constantly on the move, it was typically a burger at some shady diner, not lobster and caviar. Granted, he might have been exaggerating, but still. The mood changed however, and it
red|Sylar (6:36:17 PM): definitely was not for the better. Should he have saved the question for another time? But…he really wanted to know. "I've been stalking you for the past week and a half. What do you think? But don't come back just because you want to make me happy. If you want to stay with your father…be my guest." Elle (6:40:27 PM): ::The car came to a screeching stop as she swirled into a parking space for the nearby Jamba Juice. "I didn't know what a smoothie was at first either until Claire told me. I'm not sure exactly, but it tastes really good." Yup, there was no giggle, or a finger being pointed in his direction as she made a sarcastic comment and made fun of him. It was kind of nice; being the one to teach him something for once (minus her power) and not the other way around. Staying seated she sighed. "I guess I've got a
Elle (6:42:31 PM): decision to make… yay for me…" She wasn't exactly staying with her father in the first place. She was living on her own, never again will she trade in her apartment for the unlavish digs of a Company cell, even if it was extremely decked out. "Um… whatever happened to your apartment?" Avoiding the question? Yes.::
Sylar (6:47:09 PM): "Claire?" He hadn't been under the impression that they were friends, considering the constant death threats she always made towards the (ex)cheerleader. Though maybe that was just some sort of front? That or they had become enemies during the span of time before he entered her life…well…for the second time, anyways. "Yeah…I guess you do." She was acting like she was the only one her decision affected. He had a lot riding on this as well, like whether or not he'd ever be able to live happily? They had
Sylar (6:48:39 PM): talked about having a child, for god's sake, and now…it had come down to this. He'd been expecting her to think it over or…think about it at all for that matter, but instead she was…asking him about his damn apartment? "Forget it." He reached for the car door, moving to get out and head for the interior of the Jamba Juice, though it was obvious from the way he gave a sudden stagger that it probably wasn't the best idea for him to be moving around so suddenly.
Elle (6:53:57 PM): ::When he rushed out like that she flinched, thinking he was going to attack her or something. "Gabrieeeeel…." She whined following after him. Elle wasn't use to having so much responsibility or having something or rather someone rely on her this way. For once her answer actually made the difference. Jogging to his side, she grabbed his hand staring up at him. "I'm sorry…" she leaned her head against him, but quickly thought better of it given his current physical condition. "I want to stay with y
Elle (6:54:36 PM): -ou, and I want you to stay with me… I just don't want to make the wrong decision and something bad happens."
Sylar (6:58:40 PM): He had no intention of stopping, though it probably would have been smarter NOT to go in the same building as her if he was trying to get away. It wasn't even that he wanted to leave Elle, he was just…hell, not even Sylar knew what was going through his head at the moment. He stopped upon feeling the hand on his own, Sylar staring down into those beautiful eyes and trying his best to hold onto his anger, to no avail. "If you want to stay with me, then stay with me. I'm…do you really think I'm better off
Sylar (7:01:03 PM): without you, Elle? Part of the reason I can't just leave you alone…is because I know that you need me. You need someone that actually pays attention to you, cares what you think. Someone who values you as more than an asset, or an ability. I know you're so much better than everyone else thinks. Better than some damn psychopath that they make you out to be? Don't I deserve to be with the best? Don't YOU deserve to be with someone who can make you happy? I just don't understand how you would
Sylar (7:01:29 PM): give it up, I really don't. But like I said, if that's youre decision, then alright. I can't blame you for choosing your father."
Elle (7:04:34 PM): ::You know… what Gabriel was saying made a lot of sense. And it did appeal to the self-centered aspect of her personality. She was all those amazing things that he said she was, and she damn sure did deserve him. And damn right he should want to be with her, she was Elle Bishop. "I guess…" Opening the door to the shop, she let go of his hand and glided childishly over to the counter tapping her fingers on the hard surface. Turning her head to the side she stared at him with a smile on her face. "H
Elle (7:08:25 PM): -urry up, slow poke." With him placing such a vital decision in her hands she felt… powerful. Not that she hadn't already, but she essentially held all the cards. The guy in the uniform came up to her at the counter asking her what she wanted. "Chocolate Moo'd please!" Hopefully he had some money on him, because she lost her purse back at the exploding apartment building.::
Sylar (7:11:24 PM): Not exactly what he had been going for, but alright. As long as she understood the fact that they should be together, that was all that really mattered. Sylar grabbed the door when she pulled it back, letting her walk in as he just stood there for a moment. She really did have a huge decision in her hands, one that would have repercussions for more than just the two of them. Because strangely, Elle was his last link to humanity,, and if he lost her…no one would be safe from his wrath. Claire would be the
Sylar (7:13:28 PM): first to die. And then Ripper. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd be truly immortal with both of their abilities..hm. It was definitely worth the investigation. He'd seek the ability of anyone and everyone, to hell with morality. He wouldn't even want their power…he just wouldn't want them to live anymore. The sound of someone clearing their throat brought him back to the present, and looking to Elle he walked over next to her. Fishing in his pocket, several worn out, ripped up, slightly singed dollar
Sylar (7:14:33 PM): bills were tossed onto the counter, the cashier giving him a strange, skeptical look. "The money is good." "Do you see this? Are you ser-?" "I said, it's good." And with the look he recieved, the guy just nodded and stuffed the cash into the register, turning around to make her…thingie.
Elle (7:18:04 PM): ::Turning around she leaned her back against the counter, and just stared at him, still smiling up at him. A little tune was playing in her head. "Not gonna get anything?" She poked him in his chest, fully aware of the fact that he was pretty much all broken up in the inside. A girl had to fulfill her sadistic urges sometimes. Giggling, she opted to just make little circles on his chest. "Can we still…. you know?" She looked up at him hopefully. He should understand what she meant by that. No tim
Elle (7:20:04 PM): -e for such thoughts though, this wasn't the time or the place. She didn't really think of herself as being his last link to humanity. In all honesty she didn't care who he killed, as long as he didn't get either of those regeneration abilities. "I'll stay with you," she said out of the blue, turning around so she wouldn't have to look him in the eye. Watching the guy make her smoothie would serve as an excellent distraction.::
Sylar (7:24:34 PM): "Not really in the smoothie mood." Granted, seeing as he didn't even know what they were, he wouldn't know if he were in the mood, regardless. Besides, if he really wanted some, he could always just try hers. When she poked at his chest, he turned his body away slightly, so that she was just stabbing at air. As much as he loved the girl, she was so irritating at times. Especially when the mood was that much more serious. "Can we what? Fuck?" There was a brief splutter, the cashier that had been making her
Sylar (7:26:17 PM): drink having spilled it all over himself, muttering a brief sorry before making another. "You know, Elle, I don't think I'm in the mood for that, either." He'd barely been paying attention when she agreed to stay with him, focusing on the boy as he finally put the smoothie on the counter. It was because of how casually she'd said it, like they were deciding what movie to go see? Not even acknoledging her, he just turned and left the ..Java Juice or whatever, leaning against the car and waiting for her.
Elle (7:29:36 PM): "Suit yourself. You're such a grouch." Yeah she could be a little annoying at times, but it was all in good fun really. For her anyways. Being serious wasn't something she was exactly good at, okay she could be when the situation called for it, but she didn't want to be all emo and gloomy right now. They survived and they were together again. Blushing as he so easily blurted what she had in mind out, she nodded. "I was trying to put it light, for once, but yeah…" she bit her bottom lip seductively
Elle (7:31:46 PM): grabbing his hand. When the cashier spilt her shit, she looked at him confused instantly getting upset. Elle prepared herself to zap this little fucker, but instantly cheered up again when he went to make another. "What?" She turned around and looked at him. "Not in the mood…?" She grabbed her smoothie and noticed that he already walked off leaving her. Did he even notice what she had said about wanting to stay with him? "I said I was going to stay with you," she said walking out of the shop, "I d
Elle (7:31:58 PM): -on't see why you're so upset with me. I didn't do anything."
Sylar (7:36:18 PM): Was she really this clueless? Or was it an act, like everything seemed to be with Elle these days. "You're right, you didn't do anyting. As in you act like you don't even care about this? Is it really that easy a decision to make? 'Oh I'll stay with you.'" He said, mimicking her casual flair. "IF it was that goddamn easy, what was the point of the past two weeks? Of you sending me away like that, thinking everything between us had been some huge fabrication?" It made him feel like the pain and angst had
Sylar (7:37:31 PM): been stupid, unnecessary. "I'm not you, Elle. I'm not just happy with the fucking here and now. I told you before, I don't like feeling manipulated, be it my feelings or otherwise. I mean hell, act like you give a damn! IF you do at all."
Elle (7:40:15 PM): ::She flinched as he yelled at her, even her father didn't really yell at her, he just raised his tone slightly, he spoke to her calmly yet sternly. "…You're yelling at me," she said looking down at the ground feeling bad. She just didn't get what Gabriel wanted from her. On one hand he wanted her to want to be with him, now he was yelling at her for making that very decision. All he did was make her confused. The smoothie didn't even seem that great now, her desire for the tastey substance was spoil
Elle (7:43:14 PM): -ed. "I don't know what you want from me!" She yelled back at him. "I'm TRYING! I want to be with you, I do, but obviously you don't or you wouldn't be here talking to me like this!" Her voice cracked indicating the water works that was threatening to follow. "M-maybe… maybe I shouldn't…be with you." Hadn't their moment in the hospital meant anything at all? Tackling this much responsibility just wasn't something she was capable of doing. There was nothing else she could really say to him. "Ju
Elle (7:44:40 PM): -st… stay away from me." Turning she walked down the sidewalk abandoning him and the car. The back of her throat was starting to hurt, so she had no choice but to sip that drink, instantly feeling relief.::
Sylar (7:47:06 PM): At the moment, Sylar had honestly believed that he'd been right in what he was saying. But looking into Elle's face, and realizing how dejected and sad she appeared, he was regretting it easily. She wasn't used to these types of situations, understandably considering the lifestyle that she had lead up until this point. Hearing her words broke him down all over again, but Sylar refused to just leave as he had that night in the Company. He wouldn't walk out of her life a second time. Instead he followed suit,
Sylar (7:49:32 PM): reaching for her hand and praying that she didn't pull away, if not worse. Instead he was pulling her back to his body, so that they were barely pressing into one another. "Elle..I'm…" He struggled to find the words, he didn't use them very often, and seldom did he actually mean it. "I'm sorry. You should be with me. I told you, I can't do THIS.." He motioned around them, everything, meaning basically live in this world. "Without you. I can't be who I want to be." Being with Elle fulfilled his need to be
Sylar (7:50:38 PM): special and unique. Without her, the hunger would return, the drive to understand everything would return. "It's just…between the pain, and these past weeks, everything is just a mess up here…" He tapped the side of his head for emphasis, before taking her hand once more. "Please."
Elle (7:56:06 PM): ::With Caleb she expected him to follow, with Gabriel she wasn't so sure. She'd been hoping that he would do, every step she took it felt like a millenium walked passed. She was even tempted to look over her shoulder to see if he was persuing her but luckily she didn't have to because there he was grabbing her hand. Hurtful words were the first thing that came to mind, but she decided against it, only listening to him silently enjoying the closeness that they had, even if they weren't as close as they no
Elle (8:01:14 PM): -rmally would've been had he been fine. An apology wasn't something she'd been expecting from him so that took her by surprise. Usually she was the one apologizing, not wanting him to look down on her or hate her. "Well I can't exactly do this either." She hated people. He didn't need to tell her that something was messed up, up there she saw first hand earlier. Normally she would've found it cool, but given the fact she though him to be some spectral being, not so much. Sipping that chocolate smooth
Elle (8:01:25 PM): -ie she nodded, "Okay."
Sylar (8:06:40 PM): "Can we just go back to the way that things used to be? You and me…" He released her hand, instead allowing his fingers to trace up the inside of her wrist, guiding her arm up behind his neck before placing both of his hands at her waist. "on our island paradise, remember? We just have to carry out our plan, and we can be together forever." He held her close, lips descending to kiss and peck at her cheek, coming close to her ear before he whispered softly. "Making love to you every night. Killing anyone t
Sylar (8:08:09 PM): that tries to stand between us. It'll be magical, I promise you that." He kissed along her jawline, teeth snatching up her bottom lip and nibbling on it gently. "I don't ever want to lose you again. I love you, you know that."
Elle (8:14:26 PM): ::Nodding her head she smiled. "Yeah… I miss that." Ever since going to see her father things got more complicated. Goals began to blur, and priorities started to shift. During the time when Gabriel was the only thing on her mind, she truly was happy. There were no daddies to worry about, no Rippers, no memories to get back, it was just him. "Right. Island paradise; slaves." Cheeks reddened as he kissed her, and she had a goofy smile on her face. The killing part sounded nice, the making love par
Elle (8:16:44 PM): -t did as well, but just not as much. It was still a little too painful for her. "Mhmm. I don't want to lose you either." He was her Gabriel. Where else was he suppose to be other than at her side. "Can you drive me… us home?" She really couldn't drink this and drive, well she could but she'
Elle (8:16:55 PM): -d rather not.::
Sylar (8:22:26 PM): His own goals had been warping and changing from the moment that Elle Bishop had entered back into his life. He'd gone from Sylar, serial killer and soon-to-be immortal, to Gabriel, serial killer and…future father? It had been the reaquisition of their memories that had really put things into prespective for the man. He had had a taste of what life could have been like for them, and still wanted it. It was juts that things were different compared to back then. He was wanted for countless murders, and she
Sylar (8:24:45 PM): was part of the organization that wanted to bring them in. Amazing how much better things had been when he was blissfully unaware. "Drive us home? Sure." He was still feeling weak, but he figured that he could at least manage that much. "You're going to have to show the way. When I was…following you, I wasn't exactly paying attention to detail." He didn't want to call it stalking, made it seem so much more worse than it was. "Don't forget…you need to warn your father." This one sentence was a sign of
Sylar (8:24:56 PM): change, considering that before he'd wanted nothing more than the death of the man.
Elle (8:28:39 PM): ::Well Elle really didn't have any agenda, other than to spend all eternity with Gabriel. Other than that what else was there to do? She was still a tad bit iffy on the kid thing because let's face it, the desire to be fat was not a desire that she had. She hated kids, and she was kind of crazy in the literal sense. What kind of mother could she possibly be? Certainly not a good one. Gabriel had a better concept of these things than she did, living in the real world, being an adult, taking responsibil
Elle (8:31:13 PM): -ity. All these things didn't really matter to her. "Okay." Made it seem much worse than it was? If it wasn't stalking then what was it? He even said so himself earlier. He was such a flip flopper. "Oh right! Gotta save, Daddy!" Her phone was destroyed when he startled her by dropping that body off the roof in front of her, so the only way she was going to inform him was by waiting until she got home to use the phone, or partaking in pay phone.::
Sylar (8:35:48 PM): Did she really care about Bob's wellbeing? Look at how quickly she'd forgotten the fact that his life was even in danger. Maybe they should just forget all about him afterall, it would make things so much easier in the long run…for Sylar, anyways. She would probably cry or something, but she'd get over it eventually. "Knowing Ripper, he'll have some sort of elaborate plan, you saw how well he can enact those out." The whole…multiple limb things, he hadn't seen that coming in the slightest. Granted, he
Sylar (8:36:52 PM): hadn't expected him to be there in the first place. "Unfortunately…I'm probably the best idea to have as a bodyguard for your father." Not to say that he was volunteering, more like just stating facts. "Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to him. Unless he happens to take an unfortunate trip down the stairs.."
Elle (8:39:50 PM): ::Of course she did, it was just that with everything going on between them at the moment he sort of… took a back seat is all. Maybe Gabriel was right. Maybe having her father out of the picture was a good thing for the two of them if they ever wanted to live happy lives. Elle just couldn't see that though. After years of believing that she needed her father, and believing that he was protecting her from the harsh environment of the outside world she just coulndn't abandon him easily. Separating a fa
Elle (8:42:27 PM): -ther and daughter was just a very hard thing to do, even if the love seemed to be one-sided at times. "Yeah… he really isn't making my job any easier." She took a sip of her smoothie and offered him some, whether he would accept it or not was yet to be seen. It was amazingly delicious, she couldn't see why he wouldn't like it, but then again this was Gabriel… "So you actually want to save him? Didn't think I'll see that coming." The trip down the stairs comment wouldn't be acknowledged, not exact
Elle (8:42:49 PM): -ly something she wanted to think about, especially given her father's age.::
Sylar (8:46:04 PM): "Want to save him? Not in the slightest." Damn he really could have gone for some fries right then, he hadn't eaten in…it had been a few days, easily. Who needs sustenance when you were fueled by anger and revenge? He leant over to drink from the smoothie, finding to his immense surprise that he actually liked the taste, which was probably why he sucked down a lot more than he had originally intended. "But I don't want to see you sad. Your happiness means a lot more to me than my hate for your father." He
Sylar (8:47:30 PM): shrugged his shoulders, still following Elle's directions to her (Caleb's) apartment. "That's just how much you mean to me." She was the only person in the world that he could just change his views on the spot for like that, evident by the whole fact that he had stopped with his lust for Claire's ability.
Elle (8:50:01 PM): ::This was what made things so confusing. With Gabriel she knew that he cared about her and would do anything for her. When it came to her father she sometimes got that same feeling, but… something just didn't feel…right. She'd watched the video with the testing that was done on her, but even in the footage he still seemed like he believed in her, and still had that fatherly tone to his voice. After experiencing love, true love not that bullshit with Caleb, she actually knew that the way she was tre
Elle (8:53:53 PM): -ated at times didn't seem like the fatherly affection that she should be getting. He obviously cared about her enough to fear her having a relationship with Gabriel so there had to be something there. "Turn here." She said pointing to the left.::
Sylar (8:58:54 PM): "That's not the only reason I'm going to save his life, however." It had been something that weighed on his mind for some time now, and it was about time that he found out. "He'll owe me a debt, he wouldn't even be able to deny that much." He wasn't sure if he wanted to tell Elle any of thise, for fear of her reaction. But…if he hated being manipulated, the only thing he hated more was someone trying to manipulate the woman that he loved. "I'm…." He tried to choose his words carefully, growing quiet as
Sylar (9:04:32 PM): he continued to drive. "I'm going to ask your father to tell you the truth. If he's lying to you about caring, he's going to tell you to your face. I'm tired of you having this blind devotion to your father, while carrying around the uncertainty of just how genuine his feelings are. I won't have it."
Elle (9:18:21 PM): ::Those were actually the very questions she wanted but were just too afraid to admit to herself that she wanted. She kept telling herself that her father loved her, but having an definite answer never hurt. "Uh… okay. Sure." She shifted in her seat a bit uncomfortably, still not sure she was ready to actually confront her father on such a topic, though technically she had before. He gave her the same generic bullshit, so she was kind of confused really. Gabriel should know where they were by now at
Elle (9:19:08 PM): -least, pointing out the way shouldn't be necessary anymore. "Let's not think about it, until we actually save him."
Sylar (9:26:15 PM): Without thinking twice he reached across the panel between them, curling his fingers around her hand and squeezing twice, providing comfort as he focused on driving with the other. "Everything will be fine, alright. I know you're scared, but…no matter what the case may be, I'll be right there beside you. For better or for worse." He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing the back of it. "You're right, we don't need to think about it." Whether or not she wanted him to, he was going to confront Bob on the
Sylar (9:27:08 PM): matter. After having already damn near losing his life to Sylar, he knew well enough not to test the man and his patience. Finally they pulled outside of the apartment, Sylar getting out first before coming around to open the door for Elle. "Hm…"
Elle (9:30:41 PM): ::The hand he offered was really appreciated as she smiled up at him and squeezed in return. "For better or for worse? You make it sound like we'er getting married," she joked. When they pulled up in front of the apartment building she sighed, grateful to be home. "Uh… we shouldn't really leave the car here, don't wanna trace it to us." Pumps made contact with the pavement as she shut the door behind her. "We can do it tomorrow I guess, I doubt someone would find us by then." Waiting for him to wal
Elle (9:31:35 PM): -k around she grabbed his hand when he did, leaning against him. "You have to go to bed anyways, so I can take care of you," she grinned evily thinking of all sorts of fun sadistic things. Not that she would do it on him… well not the life threating ideas anyways.::
Sylar (9:37:38 PM): "Married? As far as I'm concerned, we already are." Who needed the whole ring and the ceremony? As nice as those things might have been, it was the feelings behind them that truly mattered, right? Then again, it would have been a very good thing to recieve all of those weddings gifts. Elle would probably register torturous sex toys and things of that nature, but still. "I'll take care of it in the morning, I just don't have the strength for it right now." Whether that be through some use of his abilities,
Sylar (9:38:41 PM): or just driving it around the corner and walking back. "I do hope you mean by feeding me soup and fluffing my pillow." Nothing good could come out of those evil little smiles that Elle threw his way, nothing good at all.
Elle (9:43:53 PM): "Fluffing your pillow? Uh…yeah let's go with that." Rolling her eyes, she led him by the hand to the elevator, reasoning that the stairs may have been too much for him at this point. Pressing the up button she waited for the machine to come down, lifting up the gate and pressing the fourth floor when it did. "We can just rest… how about I make you a pie?" He loved peach pie, at least she remembered him loving it. "I'll make your favorite." When they arrivived she walked down the hall stepping in
Elle (9:46:32 PM): front of their door. Being that she had no purse, she had no key, so she looked around cautiously before kneeling down and releasing a loose brick pulling out a spare. Turning it, she pushed the door open. "Finally! We're home!" Closing the door behind him she locked it and skipped happily to the back of the room, kicking her shoes off. The place stayed meticulously clean, just because she was a child at heart didn't mean she had to live like one. Dust and grime was a no no, something she knew Gabrie
Elle (9:50:51 PM): -l could identify with. Pulling down her pants, she stepped out of them, pulling her shirt over her head afterwards. She stood in pink lacey bra and matching thong, then walked over to him pulling his shirt at the bottom. "Lift up." When he did so she pulled it from over his head, then went back to retrieve her ruined clothes tossing them in th trash. The huge bruise on her back from the piece of wall hitting her looked nasty she knew, when she walked in the bathroom to turn around and get a peek her s
Elle (9:51:23 PM): -uspicions were conformed as she looked as the blue, purple, and red discolored skin. "Gross."
Sylar (9:54:01 PM): "What, isn't that the treatment that sick people are supposed to get?" Sick, injured, whatever, either way he wanted some damn special treatment. As they waited for the elevator he lightly leaned against her, watching their reflection in the shimmering surface with a faint smile. "A pie? Sure, but only if it doesn't take you another twelve tries, liar." He kissed her on the cheek, following her in the elevator and all the way up to her floor, where she had to do some ghetto ass maneuver because she didn't
Sylar (9:55:59 PM): have her key. "Slick." He was very impressed, actually. He'd always thought her to be some sort of pig, or at least that's what he surmised from the way that she ate her food. He walked slowly behind Elle, watching with interest as she removed her clothing, eyes growing hard at the sight of the bruises. As she examined herself in the mirror, another reflection appeared, hands holding her hips as he planted a kiss on her shoulder. "…I'm sorry I let him do this to you. I can't believe I let you get hurt
Sylar (9:56:04 PM): right in front of me."
Elle (10:07:40 PM): "Yeah well don't worry about it. We weren't exactly BFFs at the time." She stopped looking at her reflection, turning to face him herself. "Uh.." she snapped and pointed to his pants. "Pants, lose 'em. And sit down." She put the toilet lid down, so he could have a seat before sitting down on the floor in front of it. "Need to get those shrapnels out of your leg. Don't want you to get a nasty infection. Or did the doctor's do that already?" Hopefully she'll get to put some of that medical training
Elle (10:08:01 PM): she got from the Company to use again, she rarely did. Inflicting pain was oh so much more better.::
Sylar (10:13:47 PM): "..BFF…?" He may have been smart, but he didn't exactly keep up with all of the new lingo that Elle was spouting. Not enough MTV in his diet, or something like that. "I like when you order me around." He said with a grin, leaning forward to bite her cheek before taking off his pants and sitting as commanded. It was an intense relief to rest, considering his legs were positively throbbing by this point. He didn't even want to look down at the sounds where the shrapnel had penetrated, considering all of the
Sylar (10:14:49 PM): dirt and grime that had surrounded them from that point, it would look really bad if they were infected. "Didn't exactly get the chance to. We had to do the whole Bonnie and Clyde routine before they could get to work."
Elle (10:22:45 PM): "Best Friends Forever." She said rolling her eyes. "You're really out of the loop." Looking at his legs, her eyes sparkled at the sight of the wound. "Stay still." Standing she looked in the medicine cabinet, and pulled out a pair of tweezers. Sighing she sat herself down again and placed his leg in her lap. "Brace yourself…" taking the metatllic instrument she dug in the wound as gently as possible (by her standards of gentle) clamping on to a piece of the material pulling in out slowly. Blood wo
Elle (10:24:05 PM): -uld naturally poor from the wound, covering the tiny shard in his crimson fluids. Tap! She placed it on the edge of the tub. "Got a few to do here." A second was removed. Tap!::
Sylar (10:29:12 PM): "…Why in the hell would I ever say something like that?" If he was considered to be out of the loop, he would much rather just stay that way. He stared down at her as she went to work, eyeing the tweezers in her hand warily. Again, he trusted her, but she did still have that whole sadism thing going on. Might just decide to stab him for kicks or something. Elle's version of gentle wasn't like…oh say…a normal person's standards. It felt like she was purposely just digging around in the wounds,
Sylar (10:30:23 PM): Sylar's fingers gripping his thighs so tightly that small, bloody, crescent shaped marks formed in his skin, the man gritting his teeth and doing everything he could not to make a sound. God he wanted this to be over, and the only thing that made it worse was Ripper had stomped on him and made them go in even deeper.
Elle (10:34:42 PM): ::Hand came up and swatted his hand as he dug into his own flesh. "Stop being such a big baby. You're only making more wounds for yourself." Reaching over she opened the bottom cabinet under the sink and pulled out a box of cotton and alcohol, next was the bandages. Ripper really did make things even worse, the only person who was allowed to hurt Gabriel was her, he was hers. Ripper definitely had to pay. "I can…" she dug into another wound clamping onto another shard, "numb the pain if you want." Liftin
Elle (10:35:45 PM): g it out she placed it on the tub with the other two bloody pieces. "Since you can't man up." She teased, going for the forth.::
Sylar (10:45:31 PM): "I'm not exactly used to pain." Considering he always used his ability to get himself out of trouble, though seeing as how he was, as she said, "being a baby", he would definitely be working on building up his tolerence for pain in the future. In actuality, it was only watching her do this, and KNOWING that it was coming, that was the bad part. Anticipation made it worse. Mind over matter, or something like that. And personally, Sylar didn't like the idea of Elle hurting him, considering she'd done it more
Sylar (10:46:11 PM): than enough concerning matters of the heart. "Numb the pain?" Not a bad offering, but he could tell that she was just goading him, so instead he just relaxed his body and stared down at her. "Are you going to hurry up and finish or not?"
Elle (10:48:58 PM): ::Was that the reason why he didn't like her hurting him, or was it because she was essentially a woman and he was the one who was suppose to wear the pants or whatever? Either way he'd better get use to the pain, because there was sure to be a lot more to follow if they were to follow through on their plans. Hell even she could take a gunshot. His pride obviously got in the way of him refusing her offer, so she just smiled at him and shrugged. "Suit yourself…" Another piece was pulled out. Placing t
Elle (10:51:27 PM): -he tweezers down she massaged around each would trying to indicate where she needed to focus her attention. "I'm almost done…" another three were pulled out. "Any other area of your body that needs attention after this?"
Sylar (10:58:12 PM): Maybe something about the whole idea of them hurting one another just didn't sit well with him? Other than sexual pain but…that was another story, and even then he felt bad when they had sex. And yeah, with their current course of action, there would obviously be a lot of pain involved for them in the future. Peter Petrelli and Ripper were going to be serious problems. Well, maybe not Peter so much, considering he was a total idiot and all. He waited patiently as she removed the rest of the shrapnel,
Sylar (10:59:01 PM): thankful for the massaging as he tried not to wince in response. When she posed her question he couldn't help but give an immediate smirk, brow arching in response. "I can think of a few places…but I can't tell if that was meant to be naughty or not."
Elle (11:05:40 PM): ::Looking up at him, she smirked. "Not." Him and his naughty thoughts. Taking out one last shrapnel she sighed. "There. Just gotta get you all cleaned up." Unscrewing the cap to the alcohol bottle, she took out a piece of cotton, covering the opening of the bottle with it turning it upside down once quickly. "This is gonna sting… but I think you already know that." Dabbing at his wounds surprisingly gentle (the normal kind of gentle) she placed the bloody swabs in the trash, before getting new one
Elle (11:08:13 PM): -s and repeating the process. "Okay, now I just gotta wrap you up and I'm all done I guess." Taking the bandage out of the box she wrapped it around his tightly and securely. Taking one of the clips that came in the box she secured it on even better, but used medical tape for extra measure. "There! I did a pretty spiffy job if I do say so myself."
Sylar (11:15:30 PM): "And you say I'm the spoiled sport, here." Finally she was done, thank god. The alcohol didn't hurt too much, aside from a slight intake of breath. Amazing how she would suddenly become gentle on the easiest part, but there was no since crying over spilt milk at this juncture. Instead he just appreciated the fact that his legs weren't in constant pain anymore, and that he could put more support on them. "I don't even know why we went to the hospital in the first place. If you ever stop with the whole agent
Sylar (11:16:46 PM): nonsense, you could at least become a nurse." He braced one hand on the counter to push himself to his feet, wobbling once before he managed to get a good balance. Elle was pulled up to him immediately, Sylar half leaning on her, but for the most part just wanting a hug. "Thank you for taking care of me, angel."
Elle (11:24:42 PM): ::Putting the materials away neatly in case they needed them in the future, she was pulled up by him. Even while he was injured she was never to light for him. "Of course." She pecked his lips, "What about your ribs? I can bandange your torso too if you want? It'll be Ripper-esque but I think you can deal." It was a jab at him recalling when Ripper said they were so much alike. "You should go lie down, maybe we could take a nap and I'll make you pie afterwards." After today's activities, she could d
Elle (11:25:06 PM): -efinitely use a nap herself. Nearly dying really took a toll on a girl.::
Sylar (11:30:12 PM): The feeling of having Elle in his arms was so great, he could ignore any amount of pain just to experience it again. He returned the kiss eagerly, moving forward to give one more in reluctance to end the contact so soon. "Don't worry about that. And when I kill Ripper, I won't have to worry about being anything like him." Immortal…they would soon see about that. "What do you mean I should go lie down? Aren't you going to come with me?" Oh wait, she was probably worried about her father, he'd forgotten all
Sylar (11:31:24 PM): about the man. Nodding once, he pulled her up to him, lifting Elle completely off the ground and ignoring the strain on his legs as he kissed her softly. "I'll be waiting for you. Remember, things will be fine." And letting her go, Sylar hobbled out of the bathroom and over to the bed, eagerly climbing onto the mattress and sliding underneath the blanket.
Elle (11:37:32 PM): ::She was so enamoured by everything that was Gabriel Gray, breaking the physical contact wasn't somthing Elle looked forward to either. After that little cuddle session, she nodded. "Yes. I'm going to come with you. Just have a few things to do first." Being risen she wrapped her slender legs around him, as he held onto her petite frame. "Okay, the remote for the T.V is behind the pillows." Once on her feet, she walked down the hall towwards the kitchen, pulling the phone off the receiver by the wal
Elle (11:41:17 PM): -l. Sighing once she dialed her father's private line, only a select few had this number. "Daddy, hi! It's me!" She said brightening up, bubbly tone in her voice. "…There were a few complications, Ripper showed up… Mhmm! …Speaking of which he's coming for you, so just stay safe okay? Go home maybe lock yourself in a steel room or something… I'll tell you about it later… Okay, love you bye." With the call ended she took a glass from the cabinet in the kitchen rinsing it off in the sink. Se
Elle (11:42:35 PM): -tting it on the counter she pulled the milk out of the refridgerator, pouring it into the glass. The place was stocked up on snacks, so cookie availability was no problem. Placing a few chocolate chip ones on a small plate, she walked back into the room. "Here, got you a little snack."
Sylar (11:49:54 PM): He loved just how small she was in comparison to himself, being able to pick her up and carry her around with ease. There was something incredibly attractive about her smaller stature, probably something to do with power or being in control, although Elle didn't really like to let him sometimes. He sought out the remote, turning to Animal Planet and watching some show that was depicting the ten most ferocious animals or something. It was a well known fact that Sylar was interested in things like this, so
Sylar (11:51:48 PM): when Elle came back to the room he would be lying on the end of the bed, chin propped up by his hands like he was a kid watching saturday morning cartoons. "Did you know that hippos have actually been known to crush people between their teeth?" He looked up at her, the cookies being an immense surprise, although one he took gladly. Both the plate and glass would float down to the bed, Sylar reaching over to grab Elle's arms and tug her, until she was landing on top of his body. "How did that go'
Sylar (11:53:03 PM): ? The conversation with your father, I mean." One of the cookies in hand, he took a bite before extending it to her lips, wondering if she wanted some as well. The glass was still being kept upright, he was feeling a lot better than he'd been before.
Elle (12:01:25 AM): ::She smiled at him watching him watch the T.V obviously interested in what he saw. "Actually, no. I didn't know that. Guess that saying you learn something new everday is true after all." He seemed to have everything under control given the floating plate and all. She fell on top of him with a light, "Uh.." as she rested against him. Opening her mouth she took a bite of the cookie, "It went well I think. I warned him about what Ripper may have in store for him. He's a smart man I'm sure he'll know wh
Elle (12:03:19 AM): -at to do." Staddling his back now, she laid on him, chin resting against his shoulder.::
Sylar (12:08:07 AM): "Hm…" He took a bite of the cookie thoughtfully, offering the last bit to her again. "Well if you think about it, Ripper has been around for how long, exactly? He's a regenerator, he could be as old as that Monroe guy you're always going on about. Meaning that while ol Robert may be smart…he's still going up against someone whose been doing this song and dance for decades. Intelligence might not be enough, you saw how he set us up back there." Granted, they hadn't been on the same side when things had
Sylar (12:09:18 AM): first began, so who knew what would have happened otherwise." The glass hovered over until it was in hand, Sylar taking a gulp. "When do you want to go do the whole 'saving the ass of your father' thing anyways?
Sylar (12:09:51 AM): I'm going to need a few days just to get my strength up, honestly. Hopefully he can watch his own golden ass until then."
Elle (12:14:01 AM): ::Taking the last morsel of his cookie in her hands, she sucked on his fingers some cleaning it of crumbs before popping the piece of cookie in her mouth. "Yeah, yeah I know. And I've thought about that… sort of." Meaning she really didn't. "We can wait a few days. If he calls me in you just stay here and rest up, and I'll go handle whatever it is I need to. I want to find you a list still, after today I couldn't help but think you need more defensive abilities. Like barriers or something. Manipul
Elle (12:15:40 AM): -ating metal is good but it doesn't really stop fire or anything." He could protect her as well as himself much more easily. "I'll get you a li— Why didn't you use that lame ability to melt him?" That surely should've worked.::
Sylar (12:21:44 AM): He grinned to himself when she sucked on his digits, hand reaching back to lightly tap her on the cheek twice. "Sort of? I'm sure." He didn't like the idea of Elle going out on anymore assignments, especially when Ripper was choosing to randomly pop up out of the blue. "I won't need that long, really. Maybe just a day…or less…I just don't want you by yourself." Yeah, she was the best agent blah blah, and yes she had that amazing ability, but that didn't change the fact that Ripper worried him. He seemed
Sylar (12:24:19 AM): to have developed some obsession with manipulating their lives. "Not even for myself. I would just like to be able to protect you better. And the reason I didn't use it is…" For one of the first times ever, Sylar appeared genuinely embarrassed. "I forgot that I had it. Plus, I'm not sure if it works on everything."
Elle (12:31:46 AM): ::One of the first times? Not as Elle recalled it. "Well can't say I'm surprised. It is a pretty lame power, I'd forget I had it to. Still though just keep that in mind. After I bring you someone new, you can test it out in the tub, see if they melt. If so we have yet another way of defeating him if not turning his entire body to ash at once." She actually thought ahead of the infamous serial killer "Sylar"? Wow. It just goes to show that everyone underestimates her, just because she's pretty, blon
Elle (12:33:42 AM): -de and petite. Nibbling on his ear, and tickling his earlobe with her tonuge, she grabbed a cookie off the plate and then munched on it. Gabriel's body just felt so warm, maybe she should use him as a mattress more often. Way comfy.::
Sylar (12:39:19 AM): The time frame that their (formerly) lost memories consisted of didn't count. "Your opinion of just how lame it was must have been beaten into my head so many times, I completely repressed the fact that it even existed. And hopefully it does work on human flesh, it would make our problem with Ripper..well…no longer a problem." He had a feeling that it only worked on metallic objects, though that may have just been what Zane chose to use. Definitely useless if he had metal manipulation, now. Oh well, worth
Sylar (12:40:28 AM): finding out. "Wonder what would happen if we just destroyed his brain. I could try and freeze it, doubt it would be able to control his healing, then. Doesn't matter now, we'll figure something out. Get off, I want to actually see you when you're lying on top of me."
Elle (12:44:59 AM): ::Well didn't Zane melt wood as well? Or something like that? Not everything was metal she was sure. The memory was a little fuzzy though. Rolling over to the side, she was laying on her back still eating that cookie as he got himself situated. "I think we need to take some precautions just in case. Like under no circumstances is he to find out where we live. This is the one place we shouldn't have to be on edge." The Company really didn't have this place in any files, and if they did she'd have to
Elle (12:46:44 AM): -go through and do a little erasing just in case he stole some. "We need to get you an ability that destroys organic material completely. God, I should've just turned his whole body to ash that day he came to you in your cell. None of this would've happened."
Sylar (12:49:37 AM): He just remembered a bunch of silver shit on plastic, and that was about the extent of it. Moving back to the head of the bed, he lay down on his back and patted his chest, intending for Elle to crawl back up and lay on top of him. "When you come home, take extra precautions that you aren't being followed. A few extra side streets, something like that. I doubt he can just drive around in public looking like that." People were ignorant, afterall. There was bound to be talk about some hideous, one-eyed
Sylar (12:51:05 AM): mummy just driving around New York. "…Where do you think his other eye is? I'd been wondering about that. It could be even used for surveillance, if you think about it." Yeah, his death that night would have been a good idea, but they had just had sex instead. Not a bad alternative. "Forget about him. We'll kill him when we kill him. For now, you should be focusing on me."
Elle (12:54:52 AM): "Alright." Elle knew well enough when she was being followed due to Company training that should be easy, and staying hidden was also one of her skill sets when the situation called for it. Crawling back on him, she kissed his chest, and drew imaginary circles there. "Well… this is New York someone probably would just think he was injured really badly or was going to a costume party." There was no need to tell her about the masses being ignorant, when she was sparking in public for about a week and ha
Elle (12:57:38 AM): -lf without catching anyone's attention. Not to mention the amounts of electrical equipment destroyed in her wake. "I don't know. Don't care really, but if I had to take a guess probably behind him so he could see someone sneaking up on him." Kind of gross really. He truly was a horror movie incarnate. Which was cool in it's own way, but still gross. "Focus on you? What about you?" Leaning up she kissed him softly, her soft lips against his as she closed her eyes, dipping her tongue in his mouth be
Elle (12:57:44 AM): -fore pulling away.::
Sylar (1:00:40 AM): He really took it for granted that she was a "Company girl" sometimes, Elle was really resourceful when she needed to be. His body have a brief shiver when he felt the kisses at his chest, Sylar sliding his fingers down her back before squeezing her rear once. "I suppose you're right. I just wish I knew what his goal was. I'd love to set a trap for him, like how he almost did for you." That whole eye being behind him thing was actually pretty damn neat, if it werent for the fact that he hated the man with a
Sylar (1:03:01 AM): bitter passion that almost rivaled his disgust for Bob Bishop. "Oh you know, us injured people just need some attention here and there…" He tilted his head, recieving her lips and running his tongue gently over the bottom, teeth holding onto it as she tried to pull away. "Mmm mmm." He declined, pushing forwards and slowly sliding his tongue into her mouth as well. Fingertips ran up and down Elle's spine as they embraced, Sylar moaning just barely into her mouth before pulling away. "I'm just damaged goods
Sylar (1:03:17 AM): now. Need to take all the attention I can get before you go running off with the next best thing."
Elle (1:09:03 AM): ::Smiling against his mouth she just went in for more, since that was obviously what he wanted, and who was she to deny him. "The next best thing? Who could possibly be better than you? You're as good as it gets, damaged goods and all." Another kiss was given to him, her hand coming up to run through his hair. There really was no point in thinking about Ripper, he was trying to break them up and kill her father yes, but besides that he was pretty irrelevant really. He could kill whoever he wanted she d
Elle (1:10:21 AM): -idn't care, hell if circumstanes were different she'd probably join him and have tea and crumpets after, that just wasn't the case though. "When you're better we should go somewhere! Like that mini road trip we took." She said excitedly suddenly.::
Sylar (1:15:18 AM): "Oh I don't know, you seemed pretty interested in that Trevor guy, back in the day. I wasn't aware that was your type, but by all means…" He looked off to the side, refusing to meet her gaze. However, if she looked long enough, she would see a crooked grin begin to spread across Sylar's lips. "Why do you think I had to kill him? Gonna knock out the competition, make it easier for the small fry such as yours truly." They were both pretty damaged, if you think about it, but maybe that was another reason why
Sylar (1:16:34 AM): they fit so well together. And he could never get along with Ripper like that, not while the man was spouting on about how they were the same, and trying to get him to cut his head open. "Hm. And where would you want to go? Speaking of leaving…I hate this place. You're moving out, and we'll get a penthouse." Random, but he'd been thinking about it for a bit. Why bother being reminded of that loser he'd killed in Vegas?
Elle (1:22:43 AM): ::She had a shocked expression on her face, not truly believing he had just said that. Trevor!? What the fuck? When she noticed his grin spreading she kept a straight face but decided against it. "Yeah… Trevor was so hot. Should've just went to his place instead. Why have a dorky, geek in glasses when you can have a goth? Competition indeed, you were right to kill him, small fry." This wouldn't be said with a grin at the end or a childish giggle. She really wanted Gabriel to believe this bullshit
Elle (1:25:58 AM): . Laying her ear to his chest, she examined her nails sighing. "Oh well, I guess I can settle for second best." Ripper was just an idiot, who the fuck wants to get their head cut open? Really now. "Huh?" After she made up some sob story to get this place he was already talking about leaving. Then again if people saw how fast she got over Caleb she'd lose credibility. "Okay, Penthouse it is, we can use Daddy's money." This place did pretty much scream Caleb… perhaps moving was a good idea.::
Sylar (1:30:53 AM): Oh the killer wasn't falling for it, this time. "Be serious. When did you have time to fall for him, exactly? When you were telling me out the corner of your mouth how lame you though his ability was? Or maybe it was right after you threw that disgusting look his way when the idiot called you 'baby'?" He flicked her nose lightly when she called him second best, squeezing her tightly against his body with his free arm. "You're with the best, and you know it. Besides, he's the one that died, remember? Pretty
Sylar (1:32:21 AM): sure that makes me the winner. I guess your father is good for something other than needing a savior, after all. I want something with a view. And where would you want to go, for this roadtrip of yours?"
Elle (1:40:20 AM): ::She couldn't hold it in any longer, a smirk gracing her face. "Looks like you got me." Trevor was a fucking loser, a loser who had the nerve to wear tacky eyeliner and chipped black fingernail polish. Ewe, much? "Ow!" Her hands came up to cover her nose he flicked it, eyes squinting at him in a mock pout. Her own finger came out to jolt him on the nose, returning the favor. "Whatever," she didn't even want to indulge him any more than she had to, he could be so smug at times. "I told you having h
Elle (1:42:04 AM): -im on our side could be a major asset, what else did you think I was talking about besides monetary benefits?" Did that sound as spoiled as she thought it did? It was true that she given anything she wanted by her father, so it was of no surprise really. She loved him she really did, but living with them on their island was just not gonna happen. "We can go on a power hunting trip, while sightseeing and stuff. I don't know."
Sylar (1:51:27 AM): "Oh, I know I've got you." He flipped their positions around, masculine body covering her own as he nibbled on her cheek. "What have i told you about defying Master Gabriel? You're going to learn to quit shocking me." He didn't even realize the fact that he had identified himself by his given name, more focused on taunting and teasing his woman. "I suppose you're right about that. Although I don't think Robert will be thrilled to know that I'm living off of his nickle and dime. Then again, he can't be any
Sylar (1:53:12 AM): more upset than when whoever was watching my cell told him about our little…sexcapade." Smriking, he blew a wet raspberry on her cheek, before laying against Elle. "Power hunting is always ideal. And we can stop off wherever you'd like. "
Elle (2:00:48 AM): ::Giggling when he flipped her over, she wrapped her legs around him. "Master? Please." She didn't notice the fact that he'd call himself by his actual name either, she said it so much it wasn't that much of a shocker. "Quit shocking you? Since when didn't you like it?" She managed to get her hand up, and jolted his nose again. She wondered what brought forth this miraculously gentle personality of his, and to think he could act so cold and distant at times. "It's not like he can't just make more mo
Elle (2:03:46 AM): -ney he'll be fi— yeah that…" She had completely forgot about her father possibly knowing what she and Gabriel did in that cell. Her thougths were interrupted by him blowing on her cheek. Arms wrapped around his broad back, as she rested her head against his, nuzzling her face into his neck and leaving little electrical kisses causing the hair there to gravitate towards the static electricity. "Okay…" she said still kissing his neck, biting the flesh lighly with a stinging jolt, "No lame powers, o
Elle (2:03:48 AM): -kay?"
Sylar (2:07:19 AM): "Please? See? You're using manners already. Now you just have to get used to calling me your majesty, and you'll have this whole servant slash sexual slave thing down pact." He grinned as she jolted his nose, wrinkling it slightly. "I suppose I do, when you aren't slamming me into walls and trying to stop my heart with it." Which of course, happened when he'd been trying to kill her father, so they were sort of even in that regard. It was only with Elle that he could act like this, happy and carefree. To
Sylar (2:09:35 AM): the rest of the world he may have been some sort of cold and ruthless persona (which was definitely a big part of him), but here he didn't have to do all that. He could just be content with living life…a life with Elle. "Somebody is affectionate tonight…" He enjoyed the feeling of her nuzzling into him, as he buried his face against the nape of her own neck. The scraggly beard he wore brushed her skin, accompanied by Sylar's own nibbles as he tickled her sides. "And you're the one getting the list. Don't
Sylar (2:09:41 AM): go putting lame things on there."
Elle (2:15:39 AM): "You wish," if anyone was being the sex slave in this relationship it sure as hell wasn't going to be Elle. "I didn't try to stop your heart… I just wanted it to… burn is all." Not his heart, but just the pain itself, though he probably would think she meant his heart. His carefree attitutde was a stark contrast to earlier when he was yelling at her, making her feel more grown up than she was ready to be. "Mhmm…" She loved him, of course she was affectionate. His beard tickled her skin, and he ti
Elle (2:16:33 AM): -ckled her sides causing her to squirm beneath him giggling and sparking. "Touché. Don't worry though you'll have the coolest powers ever. Not as cool as mine, but yeah."
Sylar (2:20:53 AM): "Damn right I do. Though, then again, I suppose a sex slave would have to be able to take it in the first place…" He trailed off, giving her a rather sly grin as they moved on to how she'd been trying to damn near kill him. "I could have taken you down, I just didn't want to hurt you. I mean, I am Sylar." He said it with his usual confidence in conceit, though his was mostly for play whereas she was more than likely, dead serious. And as he'd said, earlier had been a…difficult time. Especially with
Sylar (2:22:00 AM): everything that had been going on not only today, but for the past few weeks. Imprisonment, Ripper, losing her to her father, it was all pretty overbearing. He stopped with his tickling, instead sliding his hands under her back and just keeping Elle close to his body. "I'll be like Superman. But sexier."
Elle (2:31:39 AM): "I can so take it…" she said hardly above a whisper. The thought of not being able to do something didn't really sit well with her. It wasn't her fault she was too tight. "Yeah right, a pile of ashes can't take anyone out." She could never kill him, even if she had been really tempted to at times. There was no denying that she'd miss him greatly if such a thing was to happen. Earlier she didn't know what he was trying to do. Kill her? Well he most obviously found out her weakness now, so there was
Elle (2:34:12 AM): no more keeping that a secret. She was latched onto Gabriel like a child to security blanket, not wanting to let him go as she just laid there content. "Way sexier. The sexiest." This wasn't really doing much to alleviate his over inflated ego, was it?::
Sylar (3:57:45 PM): Instantly, a hand was rising to caress her face, Sylar just shaking his head slightly. "I'm sure you can dear, but it's not that big a deal…I am unfortunately…overcompensated." Not many men would be wanting to take back the "blessing" that he had, but Sylar was definitely not one of them. "And I may have been a pile of ashes, but you would be a frozen prop at somebodies wedding, so there." Grinning, he craned his head forwards, the urge to kiss her yet again powerful and overwhelming, a hunger greater
Sylar (3:59:53 PM): than any other. And it didn't matter that he now knew her secret, because it just meant he would go through extreme measures to protect it from people like Ripper (though he, himself probably already knew.) "The sexiest? When did we start talking about you?" Sylar cradeled her as one would their dearest, most prized possesson, the rarest of all gems, because Elle was worth more to him than anything in this world.
Elle (4:07:27 PM): ::Speaking of her weaknesses, it was his fault that Ripper knew in the first place. If curiosity hadn't gotten to him in the first place, he'd never had sparked the water. Damn him and his need to know everything. All that did was make it that much more dangerous to contend with Ripper, and knowing the decayed looking man he would surely be at the top of his game. "Well I guess I can be the sexiest too." She was curled up on him listening to his heartbeat. "So how about that nap? Still wanna take one
Elle (4:08:26 PM): ?" Her fingers started tracing his chest, sparking him lightly as she slid the appendage down his arm and grasped his hand, twining their fingers together.::
Sylar (4:13:37 PM): Well at that point in time the two of them hadn't exactly been friends, and how was he supposed to know that Ripper was there in the first place? If Ripper tried to use another little trick like that, Sylar would have something for him. Several contingency plans had already been forming in the depths of the mind of this killer, and he dared Ripper to attack Elle. "You guess? Please, Elle, don't insult yourself. You're the best…anything. Ever. You should know that as well as I do." Feeling her heartbeat
Sylar (4:16:21 PM): against his own was comforting, and the constant rhythm was beginning to lull him to sleep. "Hm? Sure..yeah, even though I'm…" Yawn. "Not really that tired. I suppose I could rest my eyes a bit…" He squeezed her fingers, lips seeking out Elle's forehead as his eyes closed. "..Love you, angel."
Elle (4:20:59 PM): ::That yawn deserved an eyeroll, "Not tired my ass." He didn't get any proper amount of sleep in days, and the only time that he did was during the whole him being taken to the hospital thing. Exhaling deeply she closed her eyes, the two weren't even at the head of the bed by the pillows but at the moment that really didn't matter. Who needs covers when you have body heat? "Yeah, love you too." Considering all the terrible shit that happened, she had to say that the day went surprisingly well. She was
Elle (4:21:17 PM): able to get her Gabriel back and that was all she ever wanted in the first place.::
