| Appearences by: | Angela, Claire, Elle, Peter, Sylar, Ted, and Tracy |
| Season: | Season 1 |
| Episode #: | 14 |
| Date: | November 14, 2006 |
| Total Deaths: | Millions |
Elle
"GABRIEL!" Hand banged on the window one last time, as the tears streamed down her face. How was she suppose to accept something like that? He couldn't leave her! Elle couldn't go through this pregnancy alone, she wouldn't. He was long out of sight now, the train barreling down the tracks on the way to California, a place where they were suppose to start their new life…together. Running a hand through those stunning blonde locks, an electric vixen made her way out of that cabin and down the aisle barreling through people. "Miss, you have to sit down." A woman approached her with a flashlight due to the blown out electrical system. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY!" Electricity flowed from those finger tips, violently striking the form of the woman before her. Her body convulsed, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her clothes burning, and her insides frying. With a loud thud she collapsed to the ground and onlookers stared in shock and began screaming. The passengers began to scream, but for the most part didn't move. Who'd want to be in the path of an angry woman, wielding electricity? No one smart, that was for sure. Walking down some she thrust her arm forward, blowing open the door. With the momentum of the train, the world was just blazing past her. What other choice did she have though? Determined and hell bent on getting back to Gabriel, she took a leap of faith.
Claire
Her hideous wig bounced along those shoulders as she stepped so curiously forward toward the office of Nathan Petrelli. Dad? So intrigued as she moved into the campaign office, which was beginning to clear out, seeing as Nathan's campaign was over and his position as New York Senator solidified. The Cheerleader from Odessa, Texas looked about, all but a few people occupying the area, and most of them carrying out boxes through the back door where she assumed they were loading up a truck. It didn't matter. She didn't care about them. She only cared about Nathan, who was presumably her birth father. Daddy. It had been some time since she'd seen her adoptive father, the only one that she had come to know and love. Nathan…well, her expectations were high for him, but she couldn't help but feel like a politician who was moving up in the world wouldn't have much time for an illegitimate daughter. Stepping through the offices in those rags she called a wardrobe, Claire moved toward Nathan's office doors, the blinds closed so that she could not see inside through the window. A small knock, and she waited impatiently, though she would never show it. This is it.
Sylar
He'd done it. He'd gotten her, and the baby to safety. That was, of course, assuming he could find and stop this bomb from exploding. He sat in the taxi, heading for Kirby Plaza yet again. Angela hadn't told him where the bomb would go off. He did kind of need to know that. He beat down his guilt at what he'd done to Elle. Betrayer. He and the cabbie drove in silence. It was a dark silence since it left him to the privacy of his own thoughts. She'd never forgive him for it. He hoped, he prayed she would. They may have been screwed up beyond recognition, but didn't their child deserve a good life? There was absolutely no sense making the child suffer for his mistakes, however well intentioned. He watched out the window, staring aimlessly at the dark landscape as it passed.
Peter
Long legs carried him in the direction of Nathan's office. He needed to warn him about the explosion, securing his family's safety is first and foremost. Peter had spoken with Elle the day before, he knew that she would be safe. She had plans to leave, albeit with Sylar but at least she wouldn't get hurt. Bangs were flipped from his face. Peter's outfit consisted of nothing more than a stained white shirt that hugged his upper body, concealing that delightful, sexy warm chest, those pecs ever hidden but ever lickable. Black jeans were also worn, and a bare of beaten up brown shoes. Approaching the building he couldn't help but see a pudgy girl standing there. "Looking for someone?" He asked, pulling on the door handle. It was locked.
Claire
When she looked away from that door, her hair had almost fallen off of her head. She quickly brought those hands up to straighten up those lengthy tresses that led most expectedly into those split ends, gently stroking them behind her ear. Claire's eyes came to fall upon the face of the handsome beau standing beside her, the one with the emo hair cut. She let her eyes run over him, looking over his white shirt that hugged what she was sure was a gorgeous body underneath, but she couldn't pass the stain over. And then…black jeans, brown shoes. Claire shouldn't talk, because she was dressed like Bozo the Clown, but she at least knew brown and black should never be worn together. His ensemble needed some work. "I'm looking for Nathan, have you seen him?" She asked curiously, before letting her eyes rest on his face. "Hey…don't I know you from somewhere?" Then…well, she had to ask. "Did you get in a fight with a cup of coffee or something?"
Ted
Stepping from an alley, a dust man would emerge from the shadows. It was none other than failure Ted Sprague, irrelevant in all ways imaginable. He was still beating himself up over being the cause of the death of his wife. It was a miracle that she managed to marry him in the first place, let alone stay with him so long. Leave it to him to fuck things up. What that man in the horned rimmed glasses said, about abilities being natural. He couldn't accept that. They'd done that to him! He couldn't hurt his dingy ass wife! He just couldn't! Standing on the sidewalk, palms immediately glowed alight with radioactive energy. "NO!" He couldn't hurt anymore innocent people! He needed to get a grip on himself. He noticed a cab car driving by. Not in public! Concentrating he drew the energy back within himself.
Elle
Body hit the ground hard and rolled. Elle rolled along with the forces exerted on her, trying to minimize damage. She whimpered a bit, pregnancy really took its toll on her. Her breasts and back were already aching, and the fall really didn't do much to appease the pain. If only she could tap into whatever the fuck that was the day Alexis tossed her off of that building. Levitating or whatever definitely would've been a much needed help. Standing up, she felt a sharp pain in her elbow. Lifting her arm up she noticed she'd scraped, the cement actually scratching off the material that was her jacket, blood dripped from the wound. At the end of the day, Elle was a Company girl, and honestly she'd felt worse pain before. This was nothing. Legs immediately began to carry her in the opposite direction of the train, she needed to get to Gabriel. Sure she might have escaped the bomb, but he wouldn't have. Either way, they both would've died if they stayed. If either one of them was going to die, Elle at least wanted to be with him 'til the very end.
Sylar
Was that-? "Stop!" He commanded the cabbie, who rolled the car to a swift halt. Sylar quickly jumped from the car, opening and slamming the door just as fast. "Wait here." he said simply; his mind was elsewhere. He'd seen what looked like a fire of some sort. Not a normal flame, no. He walked quickly towards the source. What he saw surprised him, though it shouldn't have. A filthy hillbilly stood, wheezing in air harshly. Could that have been-? Yes! There is was! That unnatural glow, it wasn't flame by any means, the shape was all wrong, as was the color. This hillbilly, of all people, had an ability. This was the man he'd come for. That's why Angela hadn't told him where the bomb was, she didn't know. She only knew where the bomb would end up. He hadn't been expecting a radioactive hillbilly, granted, he didn't know what he was looking for beyond a metallic bulk with wires and a count down clock. "You!" He shouted, angry. This was undoubtedly the son of a bitch that was going to kill Elle if he didn't finish him off.
Peter
He looked at the girl. "He's my brother and no, I haven't." Cursing to himself and running a hand through his hair before looking at the girl. "Hey! I know you!" He'd spot that dingy ass hair, those large feet, and narrow hips anywhere. "I rescued you, from Sylar. Odessa, Texas, right?" He pointed at her, assuming he'd been correct in his hypothesis. He looked down at his shirt. "No, no… I was just… look that's not important. You have to get out of here. Look, I don't have time to explain, but something bad is going to happen." Vague, yes, but it was all she really needed to know. Peter didn't have time to play the role of babysitter, many lives were at stake. He needed to stop this thing, even though this thing had a very high outcome of being himself. All the signs were certainly pointing in that direction. Just as he'd said that his hand began to glow. "Oh no! IT'S HAPPENING!" He backed away from Claire, something he really wanted to do in the first place. He closed his eyes tightly, teeth gritting together, that mouth ever lopsided. Suddenly the glow vanished, causing Peter to open his eyes panting heavily. He needed to control himself.
Claire
Brother? Her pasty skin would contort with those brows coming to meet one another right about the center of that face that lacked a certain symmetry. The faux diva would cross her arms over her less-than-flattering chest, until she was recognized. So he recognized her, too! Well, that was something, to say the least. The stubby fingers of one Claire Bennet would rise to stroke that hay, also known as her hair, out of her face as she nodded her head."Yeah. That." Said she, not really keen on reliving her close call with Sylar. But before she could really speak on the matter, it seemed he was trying to usher her out of the building with his words. She furrowed those bushy brows. "Wait, I can't go anywhere. I don't have anywhere to go. Nathan…well, I think he might be my father." But that would have to wait, for girl-boy was starting to glow! She stepped away from him as well, and found sanctuary in the distance, for his musty armpits were no longer filling her nose with unpleasantries. "What's…what's happening to you?" She asked him. But then it subsided. She looked at him in awe. "Do you…do you have powers or something?" Knowing she sounded like a comic book geek saying that. And, why not, since she looked like one, too.
Ted
Ted was lost in his own world. The sound of a man shouting snapped him out of it causing him to look up. The man was dressed in all black, very stylish and he appeared to be angry with him. "Yeah!" Ted shouted back angrily as well. He'd done nothing to this man other than be a sight for sore eyes. "What do you want?" His temper truly was getting the better of him these days with everything that went on. Scary looking though he may be, Ted didn't want to bring harm to anyone, all he wanted was to be left alone.
Tracy
Ah, at long last, the time had come. And one Tracy Strauss was wondering if she was doing the right thing. Those long legs of hers moved forward in that black pencil skirt that hugged those hips in the most flattering of ways, showing off her gorgeous and envious physique with those stocking-less legs falling into those patent leather pumps at her feet, elevating her to heights rivaling those Nathan Petrelli had become used to, manicured nails flaunted by the peep-toe. That wine colored top of hers was smooth as silk, hanging along her shoulders and showing off a conservative amount of skin. That clutch bag would be dragged along as she moved toward the Kirby Plaza building, where she had been instructed to meet up with Daniel Linderman on the roof and high tail it out of New York City. Lengthy blonde locks were so obviously taken care of, for they spilled about her shoulders in telling ways, bouncing just a bit with every foot fall she made. Clad in her pearl jewelry, as usual, the Ice Queen moved toward the front doors to the building. It wasn't long before she'd made her way inside, to the elevator, and found herself pushing the uppermost floor to make it to the roof.
Elle
She'd made it to the city now. Cars were driving past a vixen, the masses completely unaware of the danger that was to take place not long from now. She bit her lower lip. Where was it that Gabriel could've gone? Her training as a Company agent would have come into place. Elle needed to think like him. What would he have done? Hmm… Heels clicked against the pavement, painful sparks fluttering from her body. She was tired. Her appetite was all kinds of fucked up, she needed to eat something, petite body was in desperate need of energy, nourishment of some kind. In this state, Elle was more murderous than usual. Lights dimmed, and sparked as she walked by, various equipment in store windows malfunctioning and meeting a terrible fate via electromagnetic pulses. Gabriel wouldn't waste time on foot, she knew that much so either cab or stolen car was his most likely of travel methods. He was searching for the bomb, but what did they know about the bomb? All they knew was that it was happening, not necessarily where. The only location that that they knew for sure was the Kirby Plaza building, perhaps that was her best bet.
Sylar
This was the filthy bastard who would murder his woman, his child. Not on his watch. He wanted to be left alone, did he? He shouldn't have come to fucking New York if he wanted to be alone! "I know what you are!" He shouted, advancing still, although slower now, "I want my girlfriend and child to be safe, is that too much to ask? I can see why someone would be tempted to lock us up," he called out, still furious. He probably would be even after he'd killed this man. His own safety didn't register. In his mind he already had the man's power. He stalked forward, blackness of his soul blending in perfectly with the night air. "You're the bastard who's going to kill her. I painted it! I know what you do to her! She's innocent and my child even more so!" He half-screamed at the dirtbag. His fists rhythmically clenching, then loosening, jaw clenched even tighter. Why couldn't things just go their way, just once? No agents, no threatening specials, that was Sylar's job, apparently. "You make me become a monster to save them," he choked a bit, shaking his head to the side. "But if that's what it takes…" He whispered, mostly to himself as he raised his murderous finger, taking careful aim of the man's forehead. A quick inscicion, blood pooling at the final blow. He came forwards, slowly, listening to the man scream only dimly. Breathing a sigh of relief when he collapsed, dead. Survival of the fittest, he thought. He was not one to waste a power. This man's death would be the benefit of many. He knelt down, avoiding the pool of blood, shiny black in the star-and-streetlights next the black pavement. He peeled off the skill cap, peering inside at the hidden glory in the red covered gray matter that was all that remained of the man's cranium, fingers dipping in, searching for answers.
Peter
"Y-yeah…" He said gasping, hands on his knees. "You… said something… about Nathan? What do you mean he could be your father?" Peter had never heard of something such as Nathan having another child. With whom? How could such an abominable creature share the same gene pool as him? Was she really a Petrelli? Claire certainly wasn't a Joan Rivers that was for sure. "Look, just forget it. Get out of here, I have to go!" With that Peter turned around, hips swaying like a Victoria Secret model as he went on his path: towards the Kirby Plaza building.
Claire
Well, she was a fugly bitch. Kind of disappointing to know you shared blood with Claire Bennet, wasn't it? Oh well. Watching as Peter's hands fell to his knees, those knees being a part of his body that Claire was all but sure he was used to being on. That, and his back. But before she could really put much thought into answering his question, about Nathan being her father, Peter was telling her to save it, shoo'ing her off, and departing with an envious sway. I wish I could be that sexy. Without further ado, she waved her hand in the air. "Wait! I'm coming!"
Tracy
Miss Strauss stood so confidently in that elevator, holding onto that clutch purse in front of her with both hands. Those gorgeous blonde layers fell about her shoulders in the most glamorous of ways, icy blue hues focused on the door as the elevator rose toward the roof. Lips lightly glossed began to purse as her thoughts overwhelmed her. All alone in that chute, with nothing to think about but what she was doing, she questioned her motives. Kill thousands, save millions. That's why I'm doing this. Reassuring herself, before that conscience of hers settled in. Or am I killing thousands to save my ass? So that I can have a normal life? Another thought followed. What's going to be normal about a world without NYC? She was already starting to feel uneasy about her choices, but she had to follow through. It was too late, now. If she tried to end this now, she'd only become a casualt — Ding! The elevator slowed in its rise until it stopped completely. She arched a delicately arched brow as the doors parted, and before her, was Angela Petrelli. Her jaw dropped. "Mrs. Petrelli!" Said she, those heels skating out of the elevator until she was kneeling at the fallen old bag's side. She pulled her atop her legs, gently slapping her on the face to wake her up.
Angela
Eyes slowly opened. Seeing that blonde hair and blue eyes she jumped up a bit, letting out a strange sound of fear. She'd thought it had been Elle for a moment. Immediately Angela collected herself. "T-Tracy. Glad you could make it. Sylar…Elle… they attacked a matriarch just as she was about to make her departure." She knew that Tracy knew who Elle was as evident by her dreams and Elle's mission reports. Clothing was scorched and she found it rather hard to move, electricity and the elderly truly didn't mix. "Tracy dear," she spoke touching the side of the woman's face delicately, "You needn't worry about my old ass, I'm a woman well passed her prime. Go downstairs. Stop them. Make sure the bomb happens." She pleaded desperately. Standing slowly to her feet. "You have a tremendous gift Tracy, treasure it because rest assured you will need it." With that a fossil took off down the hall slowly.
Elle
There. She could see it. By no means was an electric goddess close to it, but she could see the Kirby Plaza building in the distance. It wouldn't be long until she got there. 'Gabriel….' She thought. Soon, she'd be there soon.
Sylar
He got back in the taxi. Headed, again, for Kirby. He wanted to go rub this in Angela's face. Maybe test out his new power. He was tempted to do it now, but he'd probably total the car and he'd never get anywhere. So he sat in silence filled with glee and despair. He'd saved Elle, but lost her and their child. They arrived at Kirby soon enough, he paid the cabbie absentmindedly, ignoring the strange look he got. He looked around. It was empty. Well, it was late out. He headed for the Primatech building, but noticed his estimation of the populace was incorrect. Claire-bear. Peter the wonder brat. He saw another glow. Oh, fuck. Oh, no. He's been so focused on stopping the bomb. He saw Peter's hands light up, watched the kid heave in deep breaths like the hillbilly had done, in efforts to try to calm themselves. Don't worry, Sylar is here. He had plans for killing the Petrelli brat for kidnapping his woman. Peter must be Elle's murderer. Ironic considering that Petey pretended to have feelings for her. Well, she was expecting Sylar's baby, so that trumped out anything Peter had up his sleeve. His sense of justice may have been significantly screwed up, but good old fashion revenge was not out of the question. Not at all. He came closer, blending into the night well with his own cloak of darkness. God, how he enjoyed this. He ignored Claire as he approached. She was annoying and useless to him, not to mention whiny. "Petrelli," he barked out, fury snapping through his voice.
Peter
After some time they'd made it to the Kirby Plaza building, standing in front of that iconic staircase statue. "Why are you following me!? I'm dangerous! Get away!" Radioactive energy, burst from his hands. The energy was boiling around in his insides, threatening for release. It was taking everything he had to hold it within himself. Claire's close proximity would no doubt allow her skin to burn off, floating away into the night air. "NO!" He said in reaction. Then that's when he heard that voice. Fuck! Turning to look at Sylar the power drew itself back in him. This wasn't good.
Claire
An ugly bitch was obliterated by the power.
Tracy
Angela Petrelli never shut the fuck up, did she? She was speaking no sooner than she'd woken up, with no 'Are you alright' even uttered before the woman was speaking. Well, apparently she would be okay. Sylar — who? And — Elle! Elle was a name she recognized. Sylar, not so much. But she furrowed her brows, wondering if that had been the guy she had seen with Elle just before they'd been arrested and made their diva-tastic escape. But it wasn't long before she rose to her feet, and Tracy did the same, standing tall and proud in those stiletto heels with those icy blues watching as she ran off to…wherever the hell she was going, leaving an Ice Queen wondering what to do. Go downstairs? Or get the hell out of here? Of course, for the sake of curiousity, she had to go downstairs and see what was up. So she got in that elevator, locks flipped thereafter, before taking it down to the first floor. A bright light could be seen through the windows, radiating off of a man, completely devouring a Raggedy Ann looking bitch before she healed and was suddenly okay. What!? Tracy ran forward toward those doors, closing in on the scene as she crossed the lobby.
Elle
Running down the street still, Elle brushed past all sorts of people, pushing them out of the way. They should know better than to cross a diva's path especially when she was most obviously on a mission. Desperation was taking hold, the thought of losing Gabriel without having a proper goodbye fluttering around in her mind. NO! She wasn't going to let that happen. Electricity shot from her fingertips, hitting people square in the chest. She literally pushed one man while holding him in the air with a current going through chest. His body burned thoroughly all the way through, finally dropping him when she got two more blocks down the road. Fuck exposure, the whole town was going up in smoke. People ran, but as they did so they crossed her path, and as such they had to be struck down.
Sylar
He smirked a smirk that was purely evil. He would eviscerate Petrelli. To save Elle and their child for starters, than for thinking they were stupid enough not to put the pieces together. "Did you think I wouldn't find out, Pete?" He snarled, stalking ever closer, purposefully using the nickname he knew Peter hated, "Did you think she wouldn't tell me? And then there was your helpful mother. You see." he said, flipping his palms up, the hillbilly's nuclear glow flashing from his hands, "I can play that game, too. You really think Elle would leave me for you? How damn desperate are you? Elle comes back to me, becuase she knows I'll get the job done. I won't sit and worry about the moral consequences or be burdened by irrelevent things like a conscience!" He growled out. When he mentioned Elle, he felt like she was there, just behind him. But he knew she wasn't, so he didn't turn around. He'd placed her safe and sound on a train. He was about to square off with Peter Petrelli and murder him as brutally as possible. "The problem is…I want to be the monster who protects his family, Pete. So here I am." He said in challange raising his hands up and out, his posture and stance daring Petrelli to come at him. He'd wanted this show down for a while now. He realized suddenly, that he might very well die against Peter, one of them might go off during this fight. At least he'd gotten Elle out alive. He hoped she'd tell their child about him.
Peter
What was he talking about? Wouldn't find out? About what? That's when it hit him. The things he'd told Elle, what he said to her. He told her that Sylar was no good for her, tried to get her to come to him instead. It didn't work obviously, but it was worth a try. Who wouldn't want a piece of a vixen? He started to get angry. "Elle deserves better than you. What type of life can you offer her but death and murder. You're a monster! Elle's a good person, I know it! You're only corrupting her." Perhaps arguing with a man much taller, sexier, and smarter than him wasn't such a good idea. Especially one that was so murderous. Peter's emotions as usual began to take control. He knew that Elle wasn't going to leave Sylar for him, she defended him every chance she got, not to mention spoke very highly of him. Admittedly, it ate Peter up inside. He remembered when she use to think highly of him, but he screwed that up. Family? What was he talking about. Sylar was obviously crazed and itching for a fight. He hadn't changed, like Elle said he wanted. He was clearly going to kill again. "I will stop you! I wont allow you to kill anymore innocents." He turned to the ugly bitch, "Claire, get out of here!"
Sylar
He shook his head as Peter spoke, knowing it was all true, but it didn't change anything."She may deserve better, but she still stays. She sure as hell doesn't have to but she does. What about you, Pete? You offer even less," he argued right back. He was crazed, tonight was really his last nerve, "WHY DO YOU ALL THINK I WANT TO KILL!?" He roared, striding forwards, "You think I wanted this Hunger? I can't control it!" He yelled furiously as he raised a hand, releasing all of his fury, hopelessness, frustration, and helplessness into his invisable push that sent Peter back about twenty feet in the air to land hard on the cement.
Peter
So uhh… Pete was tossed through the air like a rag doll before landing hard on the pavement. Ugh! Slow to his feet as that regenerative healing factor kicked in; he looked to Sylar. "That tickled." Pete held a hand out as he generated a violent charge of that blue electricity, pushing it out and flying into the psychotic killer.
Claire
A fugly cunt looked onward with those eyes of hers, so deeply blank of any kind of attractive features. Her skin, having been singed by Peter's radioactivity just seconds before, was finally beginning to heal over. Her flesh began to reform over burned muscle, bones mended. But that wig didn't grow back right. After all, only what was a part of her grew, and that mop was definitely not attached. Anywho. Claire Bennet stood watching Sylar and Peter go at it, her slowly healing jaw dropped in awe, fear on her face. Sylar! He had come out of nowhere, throwing her savior around so nonchalantly. It seemed…the two of them had girl issues, which may be driving this faster than anything else. Was it Elle they were talking about? She was shoo'ed by Peter, but she didn't budge. "No! I'm not going to leave you!"
Tracy
Stepping forward with those golden tresses spilling along those shoulders as she moved in those peep-toe pumps, Tracy Strauss exited the Kirby Plaza building and Company headquarters to look over the scene before her with those icy blue hues. Her own jaw was dropped, but unlike Claire's, no terrible breath was emitted as consequence. In fact? Quite minty. The woman watched from several yards away, looking on at the scene as a dark-haired man went flying, one with an unmistakable resemblence to Nathan. She simply stood by the doors of the building, watching, waiting, wondering what the hell was going on, and which one of these men was to be the bomb in which Daniel Linderman had informed her about.
Elle
Elsewhere, a vixen of a different kind was making her way to the scene. Blonde locks trailing behind her. She'd just arrived when she witnessed Peter being sent flying through the air by, "GABRIEL!" A diva called out, running towards him. An electric blast was sent forth by an empath going in the direction of her man. She was pregnant, getting into a fight wouldn't be the smartest idea and not to mention Gabriel was more than capable of handling himself. Standing from a distance, blue hues locked onto the cheer bitch. "What are you doing here?" Didn't she notice she didn't belong? That everyone here was pretty and that the necessity for her being here truly didn't apply? Elle noticed her abysmal hair due and cringed. It was nothing new but it got to her every time.
Sylar
He was very caught up in his rage at the moment, getting back at Pete was just the thing. If he saved the world while doing it, all the better. "You are nothing but a lying son of a bitch, and I mean that literally, Petey." He snarled back, swiping a hand dismissively at Peters electric outburst in response, deflecting it, walking closer. "You'll have to try much harder than that," he said. Although Pete could regenerate, like another annoying person here, he sent a blast of solid ice through the air towards the smaller man, frost in the air as he did. As soon as he'd done so he heard his name, the one only Elle called him, he whipped his head around. No! It couldn't be! He'd left her on the train headed for safety! How'd she get off? Why? "Elle!?" He yelled back, surprised and none too happy, "Stay back!" He warned, he would enforce it if he had to.
Peter
"NO!! " As he fired that electric blast his anger took over, triggering that radioactivity within his body. Collapsing to his knees as he began to glow brightly, a plant near him immediately dying as he clenched his fist attempting to stop himself. Said frosty attack by Sylar would simply evaporate once it got close enough. Closing his eyes the glow slowly faded as he panted obviously exhausted. Standing he swung his hand from his side forward at the evil man. In which a street light would come crashing down at him, Peter attempting to let himself regain some of the energy he used stopping himself.
Tracy
Tracy Strauss looked on, watching the two souls as they disputed. But it wasn't until she saw that electricity jerk forward, coming through the air from the emo-haired boy, that Tracy moved forward just a couple of steps. Click! Clack! And…the other guy simply threw it away, sending a bit of frost toward the original attacker, whose hands, and skin, began to glow bright. Oh, my God. It's him! The one who looked like Nathan, it seemed, was about to be the one who blew. Tracy watched on as another diva approached, one she recognized from many run-ins. She was seemingly siding with the one who had sent the ice, the one she recognized from the streets of New York, who had attacked her. The one who had been with Elle. Sylar! Just as Angela had warned her. But, this time, things were different. A lot had happened for Ms. Strauss since their first run-in. And Tracy would be damned if this bomb was averted on account of the two of them. Hands fell to the ground, that chilling shade of blue taking over the skin tone of a vixen, as that ice began to form along the pavement. She stood at once, a trail of the slippery surface flowing forward, toward Elle who was running, toward the one known as Sylar. She hoped this distraction would be plenty as she moved forward, edging closer to the battle.
Elle
Using her power against him really wasn't a good idea, Peter should've assumed that she taught him the trick of the trade, which was the case. A sigh of relief was given off when she saw he was alright. Gabriel commanded her to stop, but she just couldn't do that. "You two need to stop!" Elle had a family now, there was no way in hell she was letting anything jeopardize that. Eyes caught sight of Peter glowing, and her stomach dropped. Was he about to blow? Luckily that wasn't the case. "Peter! Leave him alone!" Sure Gabriel had attacked first but still, she loved him and automatically was going to take his side. She saw the street light heading towards him, and pushed enough electric force from her hand to throw it out of the way. Elle knew that Gabriel wasn't going to stop the attack no matter what happened, she and Peter had shared a moment and he couldn't bare to stand that. Not to mention they kissed, and the man tried to turn her away from Gabriel. In her own way Elle liked Peter, really she did, but when it came down to it there was only one person she could be with. Just as she was running the road froze over and she found friction taken from her with quite the swiftness. Luckily she didn't have a direct fall on her stomach, an electric vixen turning as she plummeted. Hitting her back hard, she laid there for a few moments before sitting up. She hadn't seen neither of them do that, and it was only one other person she'd known with the ability to freeze. Cyan hues scanned the area before landing on Tracy. Did a fellow diva just try to assault her? Angrily, palm was jut forth that split second lightning blast hitting an Ice Queen in the chest.
Sylar
"Yes!" His attack failed, but no worries. He had many other permanent powers to draw upon. He'd turned away from Elle, still wondering how and why the hell she was there. "You're not supposed to be here, Elle!" He told her over his shoulder. He watched the boyscout fall to his knees. "I took the hillbilly's power, too, Pete. See how much better I wield it than you?" He mocked, hands making a similar blaze, "I was going to kill you anyway, but now I see I'll have to speed up my process," he hissed out, advancing despite the nuclear glow. "No, Elle! Not after what he tried to do! Not when he's going to kill you and the bab-" he cut himself off, but he was sure Peter had heard him. He heard a dull thump behind him, but couldn't take his eyes off Peter, for fear of another attack. "I can't let you explode, Pete. I'll kill you first." He was still walking forwards, when he felt his balance waver with his next step, he had a brief second to frown at Pete, before he half-slipped. What the hell-? Ice! He spared a quick glance at the Pimatech entrance seeing a tall blonde who really didn't need to be wearing those heels edging closer to the fray. He quickly elevated himself with his telekinises. No sense getting fozen to the ground after all. "Nice try, Ice Bitch. See I'm in the middle of something, here? What a pretty power. You shouldn't show it off to people like me." he snarked, head cocking to look at her.
Peter
"No…you won't." Pete was taking heavy breaths as he was tired and some blonde diva ruined his chance to rest. Yelling some he'd unleash a telekinetic blast at Sylar, hoping to knock him on his ass. Though once again after doing so Pete began to radiate that nuclear glow. Not only in his hands this time but his entire body. Jaw dropped as he didn't have much energy left to stop himself he looked down. " It won't be ME!" The glow faded as Peter exploded with blue electricity. Arcs dancing about violently and randomly in the area of the plaza before fading. Peter finally allowing that healing of his to rest up for a brief moment.
Claire
Claire watched onward as Elle approached, those bushy brows so hideous as she spoke. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, but before the question that she returned could be answered, she watched as the ground beside her began to chill over, a layer of frosty white settling on top of the pavement in Elle and Sylar's, direction. She gave her head a toss, raggedy wig swinging along with her head twist, falling over to the woman who was approaching in those heels. Oh, no. She heard Elle fall, and Sylar almost fall. And Peter's screams. And that bright glow from his skin. She looked around as all hell broke loose and wondered if there was anything she could do to help. Eyes found Elle, who was quickly recovering from her fall, eyes on the 'Ice Bitch,' as Sylar had called her. Knowing exactly what was coming, Claire darted forward. "NO!" Said she, jumping forward, and being struck right in the chest by that surge of electricity. She was tossed backward and hit the ground with a thud as arcs of blue spread about the area and struck her as well. No matter; she slowly, but surely, began to heal as she climbed to her feet.
Tracy
Those eyes fell to focus on Elle as she began to recover from the spill she'd taken. Even still, Tracy was moving forward. She watched as Elle's hand began to glow with the onslaught of that electricity the Ice Queen had come to know threatening her very being. With no immediate action available to take, all she could think to do was continue to move. Angela had assured her that she had a tremendous gift; she had to hope this was going to be the display of how to use it. But before she was struck, she watched as the stinky booty cheerleader jumped forward and took the heat — literally. That bought her some time, at least. Time to try and make this bomb happen. That comment from Sylar caused her to let icy blue hues trail up to him in his faint levitation. "I'm not afraid of you." She said, trying to convince herself that she wouldn't fall victim to the same behavior she had last time they'd met. Without further ado, she held her hand out to him. Ah, had things changed. With the practice she'd been having with her ability in the midst of a 450 degree oven heating up her kitchen with the door swung open, she found out she was capable of many things. One of those, for instance? Creating ice without having to touch a surface, which she did with that hand outstretched toward Sylar and Elle. From the ground, a thin layer of ice grew in a trail toward them. But that ice thickened as it swiftly flew forward, rising higher, until spears of the chilly, but sturdy, substance made their way across the way in their direction, threatening to impale the both of them as it spread out to reach them.
Elle
As Claire had threw herself in the way of that blast like a dumb, desperate, attention starved bitch. Elle could only roll her eyes. Standing somewhat to her feet, a force stared at Ms. Strauss. Elle was quite the quick study, in all of her years of capturing and watching evolved humans get tested on, she could no doubt defend herself against this. The ice projections were quickly rising from the ground, prepared to skewer a beauty. Hands glew alight with massive amounts of energy, before thrusting both palms forward. Millions of volts traveling forth at light speeds, blasting and breaking those spikes as they rose from the ground. The force of the current was enough to take out both an Ice Queen and Claire just in case a sloppy face bitch tried to be hero and get in the way again, electrical forces no doubt capable singing both the skin and internal organs. Using that slippery surface that was the pavement to her advantage Ms. Bishop would skate along, as she moved. Not the most ideal of conditions for being mobile, but it'll no doubt have to do.
Sylar
He snorted, angry, yet amused by the attempt, he created a telekinetic bubble around himself, shielding him. He mostly ignored Pete's little outburst, slapping away the relevent bolts, of course. "Its sure as hell isn't going to be me, Pete!" He snarled, forget his TK, he wanted to punch the living hell out of Peter, "What's the matter, little hero? Can't take the heat?" He sneered before turning to face the Ice Bitch again. "And you should really learn to mind your own business, especially when it comes to surviving a monster. Lucky for you, at the moment, I'm focused on another not-so-special special," he stated smirking. He called a parking meter to his hand, walking a few inches off the icy pavement towards Peter. "I get to be the hero, today, Pete. I painted the future and I won't let you kill her and the baby-" Fuck! He hadn't meant to let on that she was pregnant! Oh, well. Pete would die in the end.
Peter
"Wh…" Pete's stomach just about fell out his ass as he heard about Elle being pregnant. Most likely with the spawn of that monster of a human. Growing angry at the news Peter's hands crackled with electricity with a violent charge. " I'll kill you!" Peter, completely consumed by his anger and emotions about the new situation began to glow bright again, those fists clenching even tighter. Eyes looking up to see Sylar he had nothing but a thought of leaving the monster as nothing but ashes from the result of a nuclear blast.
Unbeknownst to them local security cameras were zooming in, capturing every detail of the confrontation…
Claire
She was standing on those skeezy ass tennis shoes of hers and looking forward at Elle and Sylar as the ice spread across the ground, those icy spikes threatening to impale the both of them. Sylar nonchalantly ignored them, while Elle was forced to defend herself with jolts of electricity shot forward and shattering them no sooner than they had arrived. Sneakers were kicked off, socks removed as well, as that peanut brain of hers came up with a plan. Claire took advantage of Elle's distraction and looked at Tracy, a superior being with whom she shouldn't talk to without permission first. It would explain the curious look Tracy gave her thereafter. "I'm going to distract her. You take her down, okay?" And without waiting for a response, Claire was moving forward. Darting with those short legs, along with her short and disproportionate body, trying to close the distance between her. Bare feet hitting the ice, eyes planning out her movements as to avoid her footfalls landing on shattered pieces of ice that would cause her to lose her balance. Not like it mattered, for Elle sent a large blast forward at her and Tracy. She took the bulk of it, the entirety of her front singed beyond recognition as she was sent back. So much for the plan. A dumb bitch landed on one of those spears that hadn't been close enough to Elle for her to worry about, blood staining the ice as she slid to the bottom. She was already trying to pull herself up the spear and off of it, but when those man hands met the ice, she simply couldn't find traction.
Tracy
Indeed, a superior force was most off-put by the munchkin that spoke to her without a written statement saying it was okay. But it seemed she was willing to throw herself in the middle of things once again, and Tracy didn't mind. As Claire removed those sneakers of hers, Tracy removed her stilettos, falling to bare feet as she had when Elle had chased her through Nathan's campaign office months ago. She followed, knowing she'd need to get as close as possible to them in order to make this work. I can do this. I can do this! But Elle's focus became her once more, and this fugly cunt who thought she was of the social relevance to team up with a bitch. That blast was large, throwing Claire off her game. But it managed to hit Tracy as well, even as she tried to move out of the way, the jolts seeping into her body and singing that wine-colored blouse of hers before her feet left the ground. With a small shriek, she flew forward, until she landed beside that iconic staircase statue, and in the fountain surrounding it. A splash of water shot upward, dousing any and all in the immediate area. Tracy herself? Well, she was drenched. But she couldn't stop. Not now. She had to do this, or this was going to be her end. Eyelids came together as she focused, holding her nerves back as she tried to do her trick before Elle could do hers. I can do this. She inhaled deep, soothing her soul, clearing her mind. And, when she exhaled? Those eylids parted. The moistened Ice Queen let those bright blue hues glance forward at those around her. And, without further ado, that wave of blue that she had watched herself create a week ago in Japan — well, technically, 30 years ago — shot forward and engulfed everyone in the area. The effect was instantaneous, and no one would be able to move before those layers of ice began to build along their clothing, along their skin, within their hair, chilling them to the core. They may not have frozen through and through, but they would indeed fall victim to a bitch's most epic cold snap. Meanwhile, from those bare feet still within that fountain, the water froze over thickly. From her feet, her legs would find that frost spreading upward, engorging her body, layering her over. It crawled forward, taking up that skirt, and on top of it. The wine-colored blouse became white as it became frozen, the ice spreading along her arms. Her eyes of blue became ghost white. Her lips, still exhaling, blew out a chilly breath. Long golden locks became clear, a tint of white to them. And there, in the frozen fountain, stood an Ice Queen in all her glory; a statue frozen through and through, and she moved no more.
Elle
One thing that one Ms. Strauss hadn't been counting on though was the fact that one Ms. Bishop's hands were alight with that electricity. The voltage she'd been admitting was stronger than she normally exerted, as she knew just the right amount to kill a human being. Those large arcs were popping off of her, and suddenly the water began to fall. Water being a polar molecule reacted heavily to static electricity, and with as much energy being given forth there was no doubt static emanating from off of a force. Because of a lot of the water would shift about avoiding a diva, but that wasn't to say that all was avoided. For the amount that did hit, it was immediately evaporated quickly blowing Elle backwards. The large electrical current traveled through and around her body shocking her, that is until there was no more water left to conduct. This much electricity was way hotter than a 450 degree oven especially given the amount given off. The air around a diva would burn, the smell apparent as it was converted into nitrace, more than enough to keep a bitch warm. Gabriel, Claire, and Peter… well. Nothing she could do.
Sylar
Ok, he'd been willing to let her live to die another day and all that, but after that? No, she'd elected to die. He felt a thin layer of ice cover him, but it quickly dissapated under the influence of the nuclear radiation he exerted. It didn't help his wet clothes, but he'd work on that later. "You're next!" He pointed at the tall blonde. "Elle! I want you to leave," he commanded, this was not an option. He held the parking meter in one hand, the other gestured to the frozen pavement beneath them all. A rumbling noise was heard as the pavement and ice shattered and cracked pulling up metal and thick plastic pipes from the ground. They rose from the cement which acted like a kind of earthquake. This was useful because he did it in the areas of Claire-bear-dearest, Peter, and the Ice Bitch. They were all thrown off their feet and into the air. Peter and Claire would be fine, Tracy might be depending on where she landed and the angle at which she did it, but he hardly cared. "See, Pete? I have all the power." With that he projected the parking meter at Pete as aerial target practice. It connected at the curve of his shoulder, sending him flying back a different direction that his original flight pattern. He turned to Elle, pointing away, "Go!" He shouted to her over the noise. He didn't want her to be around when Pete blew.
Peter
As an Empath was disrupted by pipes and whatnot he'd leap back using that ability of flight to easily and once far enough away from Sylar's attack he'd land gracefully. Gritting his teeth his glare didn't leave the man he hated most as his body slowly began to glow brighter. The air around him began to swirl with the atomic energy, causing street signs and random debris to take flight. I'll make sure he dosen't survive. Peter was still hung up on the news of Elle being pregnant, which fueled his emotions for the moment. "I'm going to rid you off the face of this planet!!" Those atomic winds sped up further as that raioactive energy began to slowly destroy living things close enough to him, that body of his growing to an almost blinding amount of brightness.
Claire
Well Claire was kind of in a shitty position. She was impaled by one of those icy spikes, and she couldn't pull herself off because her hands couldn't get the traction she needed. That wig damn near fell off from her horizontal position. But anyway. She felt that cold snap overwhelm her, not splashed with the water because she wasn't nearly close enough to the fountain for it to reach her. But it did send frost along her skin, her clothes, embeddng itself in that ratty ass hair. It wasn't until Sylar began to pull the pipes from the ground that the spear she was on shattered, and she was finally freed. She felt the rumble of the ground that broke shift her about, rocks moving as she fought to stay on top of them. Peter was glowing; she finally got the time to take notice. And, feeling the waves of that radioactive energy brush into her face, she felt as though this was it. "NO! STOP IT!" She shouted at Sylar. "He's gonna blow!" She tried crawling forward, those pipes slapping her in the face as she moved — Claire was used to getting piped in the face — so she just moved without much focus diverted. "Peter!!" She shouted to…well, this was her uncle? They needed to stop him. They needed to stop this bomb. NOW!
Tracy
A frozen Ice Bitch literally watched on as the scene occurred before her. Unable to move, but still consciously there, she stood frozen in her spot. The waves of that radioactivity began to melt her swiftly, water dripping along her sculpted frame, as the ground rumbled. Without the capability of standing up tall, she found her body rocking toward the icy ground below. NO! NO! It was all she could think before she fell against the ground, shattering into millions of pieces instantaneously. She felt her body break, the pieces of her separate along the icy ground she'd created. This is it. I'm dead. The pieces of her rested on the ground, which continued to shake, continued to crumble. But finally, pipes began to pull through the ground, breaking up the world around them. That fountain broken on account of the earthquake, pieces of rock falling away as the water from within splashed its way out. Like a makeshift transport, the flowing water picked up those broken pieces of her, carrying her with its current toward the sewer system, the manhole having been dislodged within the earthquake. The pieces of one Tracy Strauss flowed into the sewer along with the rest of the water from the fountain. And just like that, the Ice Queen was gone. But not for good…
Elle
The radioactive winds began to blow forth and immediately she began to fear. It took shocking herself, avoiding that Cold Snap, slaying Claire, and avoiding ice pillars before she remembered her pregancy. "Gabriel!" With the ground melted somewhat, she managed to run to Gabriel grabbing onto him. This was it. This was the end. At least now she could take one good last look at him. "Sorry for not listening…" She stated burying her face into his chest. Elle had been selfish, she didn't think about her baby, the whole time she was thinking about herself, her happiness. At least the baby would've had a chance at life, now though, there wouldn't even be a birth. They were going to be blown to bits and there was nothing she could do about it. Her last moment, she pulled away and looked at Gabriel. Their last moment. It all had been pointless. All the drama, forgiveness, sex, joy… it was pointless. Blonde locks were blowing back behind her, Elle clinging to his wet clothes. A few tears slid from her eyes, sparks fluttering across that milky skin.
Sylar
He turned away from the brightness that was now Peter, turned to Elle, clasping her tight, so afraid to let go, tears in his eyes. He'd failed. She was going to die. Their child…their life, their future, all gone. For what it was worth it had been anything but pointless to him. It had been everything. "I'm so sorry…I wasn't strong-…" he said thickly. It was his fault, too. He'd been to caught up with his Hunger and his anger. He gazed at her through the smoke and flames, the chemicals around them, wanting to memorized her face, her sweet face. He raised a hand to wipe away those tears, a few slipping from his own eyes. He'd never get to wake up to her again, never see their child learn to walk, hear their first words, nothing. He wouldn't live after this even if he did. His insides would wither, turn gray and die. He leaned against her, clutching at her, hand grasping her jaw, he pulled her roughly to his kiss. This was how he wanted to remember her. And he would remember her. For the few days it took him to die after he survived this. "I do love you, so much…I-I'm so sorry-…" he didn't know what else to say. He was so sorry. Pete was right. She deserved better than this life, better than him. He felt the blast pick up, the shock waves through them off balance. As they grew they lost it, collapsing to the ground. Sylar fell on top of her, trying to keep his weight off of her, for what it was worth. He still held her to him, staring into her eyes. No other eyes looked like hers, he'd never find another pair like hers, not if he lived forever. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her, "Elle, baby, focus on me, okay?" He yelled over the noise, the focus of the light had changed, going higher, but he never looked away from Elle's eyes, "Stay with me, look at me!" He commanded, he rocked her, gently, to him, soothing, "It'll will be okay, you'll both be okay. You're still my angel, you'll always be my angel. You'll be fine, you'll be so much happier. You can watch over me, will you do that? Do you promise me?" He shouted, watching her.
Peter
Peter grew even more angry once Elle ran into Sylar's arms the pair of them sharing a kiss and obviously in fear. Gritting his teeth those radioactive winds intensified along with his glow before suddenly stopping as if returning to normal. Though this was very much not the case as no longer than a second later Peter's body overloaded with that radioactive energy and he exploded violently, causing buildings around him to immediately blast outward. Feint screams could be heard as metal and concrete from the streets and buildings began to peel away and fly out away from the explosion. Mostly un-effected due to his regeneration the empath watched as the city crumbled and buildings collapsed. Utterly ashamed once realizing what he had done one look was given towards Elle and Sylar (who to him obviously looked dead) before shooting off into the skies leaving behind the now radioactive wasteland that was New York City.
The explosion ripped apart a rather large portion of New York, the majority of it in fact. All that really stood still were a few structures along the outskirts, and the metal skeleton of buildings. All of the glass bad been blown from the windows. Those that weren't immediately incinerated were crushed or suffocated from entrapment. However there was quite the disturbance taking place in the Pentagon. Many people rushed around, papers shuffling about. "General, there's something you need to see…" Replied a tall dark skinned man, holding what appeared to be a mini laptop in his grasp. An old elderly man with greying hair turned around, "What is it?" He'd been speaking with a few subordinates who'd been typing furiously. "It's New York, sir. It's… gone…." He opened that laptop revealing a huge mushroom cloud in the distance. "This is live footage from New Jersey." The monitors within the room flashed, showing different angles of the cloud, watching as it rose within the air. Various satellite images littered the screen. Indeed New York had been destroyed. "Holy shit…" The general let out in awe, not believing what it was he saw. One of the most recognized cities in the entire world was wiped clean off the face of the Earth. Slowly, the general began to walk, as breaking news reports flashed along those monitors. Making it down a long, dark, narrow corridor he pressed a few buttons on an access code, opening up a door. Descending down a few stairs he approached another door, stepping in front of it standing up right as a red laser scanned his retina. A green light flashed and there was a click. Stepping in a room, he watched a variety of monitors on the screen all showing different things. Sylar sawing off the skull of one of his victims, Peter Petrelli taking flight to the skies, Ted Sprague in an empty field creating miniature explosions, Tracy Strauss freezing one Jim McCann, Elle Bishop frying an innocent homeless man in an alley, and Claire Bennet jumping off of something else and not dying. There was no doubt that things were going to change, and very soon.
