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[specialmonster]

It had been a long and rather annoying process, getting his body back. Longer than he would have liked. More than anything, he just wanted to kill Matt Parkman, make him stay in his stupid head of his for so long. Sylar wasn't the type who liked confinement. In fact, he was exactly the opposite. He needed freedom. The ability to do what he wanted,

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[electrocutesy]

Elle guessed it was some cruel twist of fate that when her eyes opened, her body naked and cold in some cheap wooden box marked under a grave marked "Jane Doe", that the first face she saw was his.

Coming back to life, she decided, was a lot like dying. There was one breath, one heart beat, and the smug disgusting face of the asshole who'd torn her heart out with some holier-than-thou bullshit reason on his side.

So, of course, the first thing Elle did was lift her stiff limbs, stretching out her numb, nimble fingers to touch his chest.

And shock him so hard she burned a hole straight through his heart.

Karma, right?

[specialmonster]

Sylar cried out in pain, flying back into the ground as she shocked him. He hadn't been shocked this hard since that day in the cell with her. It was almost refershing to feel the familiar sensation again.

Key word was almosy.

He lied there, groaning for a moment as his skin knitted back together. He finally pushed himself back off the ground, smirking a little.

"Now, now, Elle, is that anyway to greet me?"

[electrocutesy]

She was already standing, on shaky, unsure footing, nearly stumbling out of the coffin and onto the cool grass. Electricity crackled around her fingers, and her vision was blurry even though her mind felt sharp--painfully sharp.

Her eyes watered, and she blinked up at his moving--or no, he was standing still--form, hearing his words slosh around her adjusting ear drums, his smirk adding fire to her anger.

Her face contorted, and she reached her hands out again, speechless but for a hoarse scream as she unleashed on him again.

[specialmonster]

He cried out in pain again, falling back down onto the ground as she unleashed her electricity into him. He couldn't help but laugh hoarsely to himself as he lied on the grass. His shirt was almost completely burnt off now, but his skin was already healing together.

It was just like old times.