they never tell you the way out of hell
Characters: Elle and Sylar
Rating: PG to start (Language comes into play)
Time Period: Modern
Location: Helicopter drop off
Relative Date: Arrival Date
Status: Moved!
It was more than a little bit unsettling to have the same information passed to both of them, and yet for some reason the location of Claire at the moment had been the most important thing. The coordinates were specific and the helicopter ride was assumed that it was Arthur's doing. Some painting, or vision, or who knew what the old geezer was doing but it was giving them a direction at least. Elle hadn't been comfortable with the over achiever side of Sylar either, she'd gone down that road with her own father and to witness it from the outside was almost sickening. All she could hope was that she'd given him enough sense of self-preservation that he might actually make his future choices on his own.
Chewing on her fingernail she watched Sylar her knee bouncing a bit until the helicopter landed. Over all the ride hadn't been eventful at all. Silence wasn't a stranger to either of them, and since no one had asked why they were looking for Claire it didn't seem important to even bring it up on the way in. If Arthur had arranged for the ride that was fine, if it was some other party trying to tie up loose ends, more power to them.
Walking a few feet away from the landing point Elle glanced around wondering who was supposed to meet them. The rendezvous was a bit - anti-climactic. Just a field and a helicopter leaving them behind. Which didn't seem at all foreboding at all. Gathering her hair at the nape of her neck to keep it from blowing in her face, Elle ran fingers through it to straighten out tangles from the ride. Exhaling as the wind died down she turned around, noticing that Sylar wasn't exactly thrilled with the desolate location either.
"Why do I have a horrible feeling we've been set up?"
Rating: PG to start (Language comes into play)
Time Period: Modern
Location: Helicopter drop off
Relative Date: Arrival Date
Status: Moved!
It was more than a little bit unsettling to have the same information passed to both of them, and yet for some reason the location of Claire at the moment had been the most important thing. The coordinates were specific and the helicopter ride was assumed that it was Arthur's doing. Some painting, or vision, or who knew what the old geezer was doing but it was giving them a direction at least. Elle hadn't been comfortable with the over achiever side of Sylar either, she'd gone down that road with her own father and to witness it from the outside was almost sickening. All she could hope was that she'd given him enough sense of self-preservation that he might actually make his future choices on his own.
Chewing on her fingernail she watched Sylar her knee bouncing a bit until the helicopter landed. Over all the ride hadn't been eventful at all. Silence wasn't a stranger to either of them, and since no one had asked why they were looking for Claire it didn't seem important to even bring it up on the way in. If Arthur had arranged for the ride that was fine, if it was some other party trying to tie up loose ends, more power to them.
Walking a few feet away from the landing point Elle glanced around wondering who was supposed to meet them. The rendezvous was a bit - anti-climactic. Just a field and a helicopter leaving them behind. Which didn't seem at all foreboding at all. Gathering her hair at the nape of her neck to keep it from blowing in her face, Elle ran fingers through it to straighten out tangles from the ride. Exhaling as the wind died down she turned around, noticing that Sylar wasn't exactly thrilled with the desolate location either.
"Why do I have a horrible feeling we've been set up?"