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[specialmonster]

The time spent in the Texas branch of Primatech had not been completely without merit. He had picked up alot of important information while they ran their tests on him, not the least of it being the address of the Cheerleader

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[electrocutesy]

She heard the alarms well before Sylar arrived at her room, and how could she not? They'd been blaring in her ear for the last fifteen minutes, lights flashing, bathing the halls with blood red. There was protocol obviously, and Elle obeyed it with only an eye roll, leaving Level Five with her fingers already sparking with electricity. The prisoners were raucous, obnoxious, and slammed their fists on the glass, excited by the prospect of something different happening in their dull lives

[specialmonster]

He cried out in pain as the familiar sting of electricity (that same sting he had felt when she had feebly attempted to stop him from killing Trevor) ran through him, knocking him down to the ground. Soon enough, he was back to his feet, holding his hand out to send her flying into the nearby wall. He started towards her, a predatory look in his eyes.

"I'd more careful if I were you, Elle," he snarled.

More than anything he wanted to just rip her open and take her sparks away from her. But that would defeat his plan.

[electrocutesy]

It wasn't until he said her name that she even realized who he was. Elle coughed against the ground, her body throbbing as her neck slowly lifted, her gaze finally connecting with Gabriel's--Sylar's--blank, hungry face.

It was like a nightmare, or some cruel joke some higher power was playing, and for a split second, she simply blinked, her fingers sparking. What was he doing here? Why had he broken into her room?

It didn't matter. She closed her gaping jaw and lifted her hand again, her cyan eyes hardening, streams of lightning flying out to meet him. She used the opportunity to rise to her feet, her palms bright and ready.

[specialmonster]

He stumbled back, crying out in pain again. She was persistent, to say the very least. He would have to give her that, at the very least.

He twisted his hand, freezing her up with his electricity, stalking toward her. "Now, now, is that any way to greet me when I've come all this way to get you? I expected a warmer hello."

[electrocutesy]

Her cry was sharp and sudden as her limbs halted, and she looked up at him with a glint of panic and anger. Her body rushed with instinctive electricity, and her skin burned. Get her? Why? But she gritted her teeth--because he couldn't see any weakness. He was a monster now, not an innocent watchmaker, and it took one to know one. "Eat shit," she hissed.

[specialmonster]

He grabbed her roughly, thankful that she was so tiny and light as he slung her over his shoulder, heading back out the way he came in. "You really should be nicer to me, Elle," He murmured, keeping her paralyzed. "Because with an attitude like that it's tempting to just screw my plan and rip open that head of yours, taking away that pretty spark you love so much."

[electrocutesy]

Paralyzing her didn't mean making things any easier for him--if she thought she was just going to let him carry her out like a rag doll, he was a moron. She didn't care about his threats, and she'd rather die than go anywhere with him, for whatever plan he had. Her body sparked hard against him, arcs of electricity burning both of their bodies viciously.

[specialmonster]

He cried out in pain, dropping her and releasing his hold on her as he fell to the floor.

She was much braver than he remembered her to be, that was for sure. If he knew she was going to put up this much of a fight, he would have just knocked her out right away.

[electrocutesy]

Elle didn't waste any time, adrenaline bursting into her veins. She ignored her aching body, her stinging skin, and kicked off his arm near her waist, pushing herself up to her feet.

[specialmonster]

He got up to his own feet, holding his hand up to send her flying into one of the walls, harder this time. "Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be."

[electrocutesy]

The wall was hard and unforgiving, and the floor even more so. Both knocked the breath out of her, and her skull hit the latter with a sickening thud. For a moment, she lay, her arms futilely trying the push herself up, her eyes filling with painful tears. Something warm and wet soaked into her hair, dampened the side of her face.

She had to move. She could see Sylar's feet blurred in her vision, and she whimpered in pain, registering his words too slowly.

[specialmonster]

He tsked a little, crouching down next to her now. He cradled her head, inspecting the wound. She was bleeding, but she'd live. She'd probably get a concussion though.

"It would have been so much easier if you had just cooperated."

[electrocutesy]

She wanted to flinch away from his deceivingly gentle touch, but all she managed to do was let out a soft sound of protest. "I'll burn your fingers off," she whispered, slurred with all the venom she could.

[specialmonster]

"I'd like to see you try, at the moment," He murmured softly, picking her up once more. He had to admit, she had made it much more difficult than he had originally expected it to be. He was kind of impressed with her.

[electrocutesy]

She thought she might vomit as he dragged her up from the floor, her head lulling, her vision swimming. She almost wished she would, to ease the nausea in her gut, to piss him off even in a little way. Instead all she managed to do was scrape at his arm with her nails with hardly any strength whatsoever. It probably tickled him.

[specialmonster]

As far as he was concerned, she had no right to be upset. After everything she had done to him, she was lucky he didn't just kill her. He was still tempted to, honestly.

But for now he carried her out of the Company building, keeping a careful eye out for any approaching agents.