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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

[electrocutesy]

Elle looked blearily up to the bright sky, her body rocking with his footfalls, her breath starting to quicken. Even through the fuzziness of her mind, it was dawning on her just what was happening. Gabriel, Sylar, the monster she had helped push over the edge, was taking her away from her home, her father, everything she had ever known.

And there was nothing more she could do about it.

[specialmonster]

He made his way quickly to the car he had stolen and opened it up, placing Elle in the passenger's seat. As he buckled her up he couldn't help but briefly note that she was just as beautiful as he remembered her to be, if not more.

[electrocutesy]

Her hands dropped slowly from his broad shoulders into her lap, and she felt the vertigo of being repositioned too strongly; bile rose in her throat and she blinked at the dashboard of the car as he reached over, his warmth and smell invading her senses. "I won't let you do this," she muttered forcefully.

[specialmonster]

"You should have thought of that before you betrayed me. You only brought this upon yourself," He snapped in annoyance as he finished securing her. He closed the door and made his way into the driver's seat, locking all the doors with his telekensis.

[electrocutesy]

Weakly, she brought a hand up to wipe blood from the side of her face, her fingers glistening crimson. Did he want revenge? She heard the doors lock, the sound reverberating through her ears, and she lifted her eyes as the car tore out of the parking lot. There was something wrong. Concussion? She was so dizzy. "Cracking my skull was my fault?" she slurred sarcastically.

[specialmonster]

"Yes. If you had just cooperated to begin with, I wouldn't have had to use force," He replied in a matter of fact tone. He hoped she didn't have too bad of a concussion. That would render her useless to him for a while.

[electrocutesy]

Was he delusional or just retarded? she thought spitefully, and felt her stomach twist with unpleasantness as the car went over a rise in the road. Her ears rung and her sensitive head bumped against the seat, and she saw stars for a moment. She felt her breakfast--pancakes and sausage--push up into her mouth, so Elle graciously leaned sideways and spilled all of it into Sylar's lap, her chest heaving with gags.

[specialmonster]

He tensed up in response, snarling in anger. He grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her close to him now. "You had better be careful, or you're going to have alot more than a cracked skull."

He let go of her and pulled off the road, heading to a motel to check into so he could clean up. Like he was going to drive with vomit on him.

[electrocutesy]

Her cry was loud, and the pain was so blinding her gags turned to sobs, his words burning into her ears. She slumped towards him, blinking back tears, and held her palm to the gash on her head.

Maybe a normal, frightened girl--and she was frightened--would say she was sorry, or cry, or beg for life. Elle simply coughed once and said painfully, "Oops. My bad."

[specialmonster]

He rolled his eyes. He almost admired her spunk. She hardly seemed like the frightened little girl who had fled his apartment all those months ago. But the last thing he was going to admit was that he was at all impressed by her. He parked the car and got out, letting her out as well, grabbing her roughly by the wrist.

Going to the reception desk would be too risky, as it would involve her talking to someone else, so he made his way to one of the rooms, twisting his hand to pop it open with his telekensis. Luckily, a run down motel such as this didn't have much security, so no alarms went off or anything. Which was always a plus. Not that he planned on staying here long. He just needed to change.

He let go of her and twisted his hand again, locking up the room with telekinesis. He dropped his bag of spare clothes on the bed and began to strip off his dirty, vomit covered ones. Modesty wasn't really an issue at the moment.

[electrocutesy]

It was almost laughably easy to reach out and drag a stained hand print on a pillar on the way inside--and maybe if he didn't catch it on the way out, her Daddy would find it and know she was still alive. He'd be looking for her, she knew it.

His grip was chaffing her wrist, and she tried ineffectually to tug it away with all the little bit of strength in her body. Instead, he let her go, and Elle fell to the ground with a soft thud, her legs buckling beneath her.

She was angry. She was beyond angry, and she crawled up to sit, to lean against one of the beds, grunting. And then spitefully wiped her bloody hand on a paisley bedspread. And then started to scream as loud as she could.

[specialmonster]

As soon as she began to scream he turned to her, twisted his hand to shut her mouth. "Don't give me a reason for you to scream like that, because if you act like that, I might as well just kill you."

He quickly pulled on a clean set of clothes and packed the dirty ones back in his bag before grabbing her by her wrist to drag her back to the car now. There was definitely no point in lingering now.

At this rate, he was going to need a muzzle for her.

[electrocutesy]

She all but growled, glaring daggers at him and he roughly pulled her to her feet. Despite not being able to scream now, she wasn't going to continue and die. Unlike him, she wasn't stupid.

Because he obviously didn't understand the fact she could hardly walk, and Elle purposely let herself fall outside the motel door, her knees jarred against the concrete, scraping her free hand on the ground. Good. More blood. "With that package, I doubt you could make anyone scream," she snapped viciously.

[specialmonster]

He rolled his eyes at her attempt to insult his manhood, bending down to pick her up in his arms. Fine, if he had to carry her back to the car, he'd be more than willing to do so. He wasn't stupid.

"You could only wish that was the way I was going to make you scream."

Once upon a time, he had desperately wanted to kiss Elle, to make love to her, but now, that was the farthest thing from his mind. Okay, so she was pretty and if the opportunity arose, he wouldn't say no to fucking her, but at this point, she was just an ends to a means.

[electrocutesy]

Just because he finally decided to carry her, didn't mean she had to let him do it easily. Not to mention his cocky, disgusting reply grated on her so hard that she sparked against him, blue and hot in little vindictive bursts. It was comforting to know that even though they were weak, her ability was still under her control. Maybe she had wished that, had wanted that, but he wasn't the Gabriel in her head anymore, and he never had been. She'd come to terms with that a long time ago. "Oh yeah. I want you, I need you," she hissed dryly, her arms pushing at him and her legs kicking in a fit.