[WM] 02.09 - Free Information
[response to this and not binding on any other muses from either show.]
The text message didn't even make any sense to her. For a moment Elle even considered the thought that it was just a wrong number. Her fingers pressed to the keys replying that it was a wrong number, but the reply nearly made her drop the phone to the ground. Instead she sat there on the floor of Flack's apartment leaned against the couch. Staring at the display didn't do much of anything except remind her to press the side of it to light it up every time it dimmed.
THEY THINK YOU ARE DEAD.
It wasn't anything anyone could've mistaken for a wrong phone number. Elle barely even noticed her hands were shaking slightly until the phone finally slipped free from her grip and landed on the floor. The dull sound of it hitting the carpet had snapped her out of her slight daze as the sound of Don's keys in the door came through. Glancing to the clock she realized how late it actually was. He'd been working longer hours since Tracy had disappeared and Elle knew why she was gone. She didn't realize how many others were missing. It wasn't as if anyone would've thought to call her anyway. They thought she was dead, but this person, this unknown number knew that she was very much alive. They knew it and they knew how to reach her.
The sound of his keys skittering across the counter pushed her to her feet and into the kitchen where she knew he was. It wasn't too late that she'd been in bed, though sleep at this point wasn't going to come easy. The water came out of the tap and into a glass and she caught sight of the one handed tug he did to loosen his tie. Exhaling softly she moved over toward him placing herself in his way for a moment as she loosened his tie the rest of the way and slipped it from his neck. Folding it up she moved across the kitchen and set it on the counter before turning toward him.
Elle's foot rocked a bit behind her other, tilting her posture slightly with a lean that probably looked as uncomfortable as the phrase she was about to say was going to be. Wringing her fingers together she let her breathing steady as her thumb brushed over the top of her hand. The look she got from him in return was one of concern and worry and before he even opened his mouth to say anything she let it out.
"I'm supposed to be dead."
Don set the glass down on the counter and gave her a look, "Dead? Sorry... how's that?"
Taking in a deep breath she started out slow. Explaining about the night Sylar attacked her and then left her on the beach. How when he'd picked her up from the hospital in Jersey that it had been because of that. She wanted to know what he was thinking, what was going through his mind, because all she kept thinking about was how she had been lying to him all this time. The story continued showing him the text message she got, how someone out there wanted her to know that there was still hope. Explaining to him that if they found out, she'd be taken too. Her eyes dropped to the floor for a moment staring at her toes as they flexed forward and backward on the tile in the kitchen.
"I don't get it Elle, why would anyone want you dead? Why would they be takin' people off the streets, out of their homes? What do you know about these people that I don't?"
"I know that they're all like me..." Elle let her voice drop off as her hand lifted up despite her eyes still cast to the ground. The crackle of blue lit up in her hand as the energy coiled around her fingers for a moment before she let it die out.
The text message didn't even make any sense to her. For a moment Elle even considered the thought that it was just a wrong number. Her fingers pressed to the keys replying that it was a wrong number, but the reply nearly made her drop the phone to the ground. Instead she sat there on the floor of Flack's apartment leaned against the couch. Staring at the display didn't do much of anything except remind her to press the side of it to light it up every time it dimmed.
THEY THINK YOU ARE DEAD.
It wasn't anything anyone could've mistaken for a wrong phone number. Elle barely even noticed her hands were shaking slightly until the phone finally slipped free from her grip and landed on the floor. The dull sound of it hitting the carpet had snapped her out of her slight daze as the sound of Don's keys in the door came through. Glancing to the clock she realized how late it actually was. He'd been working longer hours since Tracy had disappeared and Elle knew why she was gone. She didn't realize how many others were missing. It wasn't as if anyone would've thought to call her anyway. They thought she was dead, but this person, this unknown number knew that she was very much alive. They knew it and they knew how to reach her.
The sound of his keys skittering across the counter pushed her to her feet and into the kitchen where she knew he was. It wasn't too late that she'd been in bed, though sleep at this point wasn't going to come easy. The water came out of the tap and into a glass and she caught sight of the one handed tug he did to loosen his tie. Exhaling softly she moved over toward him placing herself in his way for a moment as she loosened his tie the rest of the way and slipped it from his neck. Folding it up she moved across the kitchen and set it on the counter before turning toward him.
Elle's foot rocked a bit behind her other, tilting her posture slightly with a lean that probably looked as uncomfortable as the phrase she was about to say was going to be. Wringing her fingers together she let her breathing steady as her thumb brushed over the top of her hand. The look she got from him in return was one of concern and worry and before he even opened his mouth to say anything she let it out.
"I'm supposed to be dead."
Don set the glass down on the counter and gave her a look, "Dead? Sorry... how's that?"
Taking in a deep breath she started out slow. Explaining about the night Sylar attacked her and then left her on the beach. How when he'd picked her up from the hospital in Jersey that it had been because of that. She wanted to know what he was thinking, what was going through his mind, because all she kept thinking about was how she had been lying to him all this time. The story continued showing him the text message she got, how someone out there wanted her to know that there was still hope. Explaining to him that if they found out, she'd be taken too. Her eyes dropped to the floor for a moment staring at her toes as they flexed forward and backward on the tile in the kitchen.
"I don't get it Elle, why would anyone want you dead? Why would they be takin' people off the streets, out of their homes? What do you know about these people that I don't?"
"I know that they're all like me..." Elle let her voice drop off as her hand lifted up despite her eyes still cast to the ground. The crackle of blue lit up in her hand as the energy coiled around her fingers for a moment before she let it die out.