Brutally Honest (fic)
Author: Razycrandomgirl
Title: Brutally Honest
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG-13 (swearing)
Characters/Pairings: Elle Bishop
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, just like to play with them sometimes.
Spoilers/Time Line: The Butterfly Effect
Summery: Daddy's little girl is not a quitter.
Author’s Notes: For heroes_contest 'Brutal' prompt
Sure, I killed a few people. But that's an occupational hazard when you work in interrogation and have the most unbelievably stubborn people giving you a hard time by not answering the simplest of questions.
It's not my fault if they don't wanna talk. But they need to understand that I've gotta a deadline (almost literally) and can't afford to mess around. Others can learn from their example and they need to know that they are messing with fire. Well, not exactly 'fire', but you get what I mean.
So, I don't have cushy powers that allow me to make people give me what I want just by telling them to.
Never mind, that didn't really work out very well for that gir, did it?
I read her file once. She lost her mother when she was little ... Big deal! Who hasn't!?
I guess it pays to be raised right. We can't all have good daddies like I do. Like I used to ...
Whatever! Bottom line is; I'm alive now (and she isn't) and maybe it's because of him (My Father). Him wanting me to be the strongest 'little girl' I ever could be. Him caring enough to push me, so that when the time came I would be prepared. I would be ready. And I did it! I got Sylar. Me! All by myself ... and maybe a teensy-weensy bit of help from Mr. Bennet. But I'm alive because of my father and maybe she's dead because of hers, so there! I win! That's what ya get for kicking me in the face!
Except I didn't: Win, that is. I got canned. And all because their back up generator was shit and let loose a few level 5's. That's not my fault! 'More money than God' and you can't even afford a decent power grid? Come on!
I let them out, but it's okay to send your crazy ass, power hungry son to retrieve them, is that it? I guess my body count wasn't high enough.
I can't believe she fucking fired me! And she didn't care. She never cares. She isn't even alive. Just a cold, stuck up, ice princess bitch, with borderline retarded children (Which isn't all bad, because at least they're hot, borderline retards).
That's alright. I'll just look at this as a vacation. I'm not a quitter. Daddy wouldn't have wanted me to give up so easy, which is why, I'm not. I just need to take a little time to get my head on straight. Haha! I mean, as much as I can, anyway.
But when I come back ... Oh they all better watch out. I'll finally be able to make daddy proud. They'll all see. Elle Bishop is so a force to be reckoned with.
That sounds tough, right?