And I Knew You Would Always Want More, I Knew You Would Never Be Done
There’s a slicing into Elle’s head as she cries out, gasping in pain. He is going through with it. Her mind flashes images of her life before her eyes, like the old cliché says. The fire at her grandmother’s house, the blackout that landed her in the Company, her first assignment, her last assignment, her father’s bloody head, scooped open like a melon. She remembers pain, excruciating pain when her power turned on her. She remembers Sylar of all people helping her, fixing her, and now he was killing her. She had destroyed him once, and she supposed there was something almost karmic about the situation but it doesn’t make her like it anymore. She wants to struggle, fight back, stop him like she did on Level Five, but she seems paralyzed. Not even her sparks will save her now.
And then suddenly, she feels something pulling at her, and it was almost like the sensation earlier in the evening, when that silly Japanese boy had snatched them from the Bennet house. Was he here to rescue her? Why would someone rescue her? She isn’t Claire. She doubts anyone would ever say “save the sociopath, save the world.” Not that she was really sociopath; the psychiatrists had just diagnosed her as one because she scared them.
But she finds herself being tugged away from the beach in Costa Verde, away from Sylar, and suddenly, quite suddenly in fact, she finds herself rather wet. She stands up and sparks fly out of reflex. She cries out in pain as she falls into the water once more, having momentarily forgotten what happens when she uses her power while wet. She looks around the area to find herself in the middle of a fountain. Lovely. Of all the places Hiro had to stick her, it was a fountain. Well, at least she’s still living. She’s glad for that much.
She pulls herself out of the fountain slowly, frowning as she looks down at her attire, or lack thereof. She’s still only dressed in Sylar’s shirt and a pair of underwear. Wherever she is, she hopes they aren’t too strict about decency laws. She makes the mental note to find herself proper clothing as soon as possible. But first she needs to find medical care. The gash on her forehead isn’t too deep but it was still bleeding and her gunshot wound from Bennet hurts like hell. For not the first time, she wishes she had been born like the cheerleader, born with special blood so she could never get hurt.
Idly, she wonders if Hiro is going to drop Sylar here too, like he had reunited them at the beach. She hopes not. If he’s going to kill her, she would rather be without him. It hurts a little, realizing that she had been wrong about him, about them, but it doesn’t matter. She is made of tough stuff and she’s been through worse. She can survive a little heartbreak and betrayal, it wasn’t the first time she had dealt with it.
For now there are more important things to worry about. Like where she was and how to- well, she doesn’t really have a home to go back to. She hasn’t in a while. But still, knowing where she was and where she could get medical care would be a start. So with that in mind she begins to limp away from the fountain.
And then suddenly, she feels something pulling at her, and it was almost like the sensation earlier in the evening, when that silly Japanese boy had snatched them from the Bennet house. Was he here to rescue her? Why would someone rescue her? She isn’t Claire. She doubts anyone would ever say “save the sociopath, save the world.” Not that she was really sociopath; the psychiatrists had just diagnosed her as one because she scared them.
But she finds herself being tugged away from the beach in Costa Verde, away from Sylar, and suddenly, quite suddenly in fact, she finds herself rather wet. She stands up and sparks fly out of reflex. She cries out in pain as she falls into the water once more, having momentarily forgotten what happens when she uses her power while wet. She looks around the area to find herself in the middle of a fountain. Lovely. Of all the places Hiro had to stick her, it was a fountain. Well, at least she’s still living. She’s glad for that much.
She pulls herself out of the fountain slowly, frowning as she looks down at her attire, or lack thereof. She’s still only dressed in Sylar’s shirt and a pair of underwear. Wherever she is, she hopes they aren’t too strict about decency laws. She makes the mental note to find herself proper clothing as soon as possible. But first she needs to find medical care. The gash on her forehead isn’t too deep but it was still bleeding and her gunshot wound from Bennet hurts like hell. For not the first time, she wishes she had been born like the cheerleader, born with special blood so she could never get hurt.
Idly, she wonders if Hiro is going to drop Sylar here too, like he had reunited them at the beach. She hopes not. If he’s going to kill her, she would rather be without him. It hurts a little, realizing that she had been wrong about him, about them, but it doesn’t matter. She is made of tough stuff and she’s been through worse. She can survive a little heartbreak and betrayal, it wasn’t the first time she had dealt with it.
For now there are more important things to worry about. Like where she was and how to- well, she doesn’t really have a home to go back to. She hasn’t in a while. But still, knowing where she was and where she could get medical care would be a start. So with that in mind she begins to limp away from the fountain.