Fanfiction: Heroes: The Point Of It All (Chapter 2)
The sunlight invaded the hotel room through the slits of the blinds, and with a tired groan, Sylar’s eyes began to open. Right away he could sense that something was…off. Not right. Like as if his space had been invaded during the night or something. The bed was warmer than he remembered it to be and…there was someone else in it. That wasn’t right at all.
He turned to see who the person was and suddenly, he was much more awake. It was Elle. But it couldn’t be her. He had killed her, and then even set her on fire to prevent something like this from happening. It had to be a shape shifter or something. Someone the Company sent to try to trick him. They had messed up in their illusion though. Elle’s hair had been much longer than that of the girl in front of him now. This imposter’s blonde hair only came to her chin in a cute, but stylish bob. And she was wearing a white cotton nightgown, not the dress shirt of his she had died in. Did they really think such a poor imitation was going to fool him? No matter, at the very least he’d finally get that delicious power that he should have gotten back when he killed Candice.
He brought a hand up, bringing it together as he started to telekinetically choke her. Her eyes flew open as she flailed, gasping for air. “Sylar” came out the muffled tone of voice. God, she even sounded just like Elle. What a wonderful power this was going to be to take. Think of how useful it would be.
“Who are you?” He demanded in a rough voice, enjoying it all too much as she withered and struggled. Her body even began to spark a little. Whoever this was pretending to be Elle had done their research, he could give them that much credit at the very least. He didn’t realize such strong illusionary powers existed. This was much more impressive than what Candice could do. He loosened the grip on her neck now, just a little in order to allow her to talk more easily.
“It’s me, Elle,” She gapsed out. And suddenly, he dropped his hand, eyes widening in shock. There was no buzz in his head at her words. She…she wasn’t lying. But how was that even possible? He killed her. Watched her burn. The only way someone could have gotten to her on time would be if they had known it was going to happen. “What are you doing here? I killed you, why would you come back to me, I know you’re not that stupid” He growled though really, he couldn’t deny that there was a sense of relief. He hadn’t wanted to kill her, but he didn’t want her around either. She was a weakness, and he couldn’t afford to be weak if he wanted to find out the truth about his family. He had to be ruthless like the monster he had been before. Which is why he had killed her in the first place. But now she was here, and alive, and he didn’t know quite what to think anymore.
“What are you talking about? We were supposed to be going to get the cheerleader. We must have stopped here for the night, but I don’t even remember that. Last I remember we were in the car-“
“You don’t remember?” He was sitting up now, rubbing his temples. He had killed the only woman he had ever loved, and she didn’t even remember. She didn’t even remember them making love (because even he couldn’t fool himself into thinking that had been just sex). Or even kissing. Or that he died for her, and then ended up killing her before the day was done. Someone had tampered with her memories, but why? Who was going through all this trouble and why? And what was he supposed to do with her now? He could kill her again, but what if they just brought her back again? Clearly, there was something larger going on here, but he couldn’t get the pieces to fit. It was like a particularly difficult broken watch, and it was almost exciting in a way. He was so used to figuring things out easily, but Elle, she had always been the one thing he could never quite figure out.
“What are you talking about? Don’t remember what? Why are we in bed together?” She reached up to brush some of her hair away and then frowned. “It’s shorter. Did you cut in my sleep? If you didn’t like it long you could have jus-“
“I didn’t cut it, and I sure as hell didn’t put you in my bed” He snapped, his body tensing up. He had to look away so he didn’t notice how the cotton material of the nightgown clung to her body. He wanted to take her, remind her of what they had shared in the Canfield house, but maybe it was better she didn’t remember. It would make leaving her behind easier.
“Whatever, if you don’t want to tell me why you did those things, you don’t have to.” She put a hand on his shoulder, sending a shock through his body with a little bit of a grin on her lips. “I can always make you tell me later. Now are we going to go get Claire for your Daddy or not?”
He tensed up once more, pushing her away from him with a telekinetic blast. “He’s not my father, but you knew that already, didn’t you” and there was the other reason why he had killed her. She had lied to him, used him all over again.
“No.” She gasped out, pulling herself up from the bed now with a pained groan. “I never looked at your file, Bennet did. I just followed orders. I was a good little Company Girl and didn’t ask questions, okay?”
And once again, when he thought he would feel a twinge that represented a lie…he felt nothing. She hadn’t known about his parents at all. She had been telling the truth. And Bennet had turned him against her, just to save his own skin.
“Does this mean you’re going to stop being a good little boy?” Elle asked in an almost gleeful sounding voice. Checking in and following orders hadn’t seen like his style at all.
“Yes, that’s exactly what it means.”
“Then who are we going after first?”
He was surprised; she was going along with him so easily. Didn’t she care that he was going to start killing people again? He didn’t even know if he wanted to bring her with him, but she had a feeling that if he left her here, she’d find him again somehow anyways.
“Marie Perkins. “
Elle got up with a smirk and a stretch, the nightgown riding up and revealing more of her legs than he needed to see right now. “Let’s go get her then” The things he had mentioned earlier about killing her still bothered her a little, but maybe he was just trying to mess with her. He said weird things sometimes. She was trying not to give it too much thought. After all, she was getting all too used to people telling her things that happened to her that she couldn’t remember.
“I need a shower first” He murmured, taking one last longing look at her before heading into the bathroom. This was going to be a long trip, he could tell, but he was going to figure out what was going on here if it killed him.
And then he would kill her again.
He turned to see who the person was and suddenly, he was much more awake. It was Elle. But it couldn’t be her. He had killed her, and then even set her on fire to prevent something like this from happening. It had to be a shape shifter or something. Someone the Company sent to try to trick him. They had messed up in their illusion though. Elle’s hair had been much longer than that of the girl in front of him now. This imposter’s blonde hair only came to her chin in a cute, but stylish bob. And she was wearing a white cotton nightgown, not the dress shirt of his she had died in. Did they really think such a poor imitation was going to fool him? No matter, at the very least he’d finally get that delicious power that he should have gotten back when he killed Candice.
He brought a hand up, bringing it together as he started to telekinetically choke her. Her eyes flew open as she flailed, gasping for air. “Sylar” came out the muffled tone of voice. God, she even sounded just like Elle. What a wonderful power this was going to be to take. Think of how useful it would be.
“Who are you?” He demanded in a rough voice, enjoying it all too much as she withered and struggled. Her body even began to spark a little. Whoever this was pretending to be Elle had done their research, he could give them that much credit at the very least. He didn’t realize such strong illusionary powers existed. This was much more impressive than what Candice could do. He loosened the grip on her neck now, just a little in order to allow her to talk more easily.
“It’s me, Elle,” She gapsed out. And suddenly, he dropped his hand, eyes widening in shock. There was no buzz in his head at her words. She…she wasn’t lying. But how was that even possible? He killed her. Watched her burn. The only way someone could have gotten to her on time would be if they had known it was going to happen. “What are you doing here? I killed you, why would you come back to me, I know you’re not that stupid” He growled though really, he couldn’t deny that there was a sense of relief. He hadn’t wanted to kill her, but he didn’t want her around either. She was a weakness, and he couldn’t afford to be weak if he wanted to find out the truth about his family. He had to be ruthless like the monster he had been before. Which is why he had killed her in the first place. But now she was here, and alive, and he didn’t know quite what to think anymore.
“What are you talking about? We were supposed to be going to get the cheerleader. We must have stopped here for the night, but I don’t even remember that. Last I remember we were in the car-“
“You don’t remember?” He was sitting up now, rubbing his temples. He had killed the only woman he had ever loved, and she didn’t even remember. She didn’t even remember them making love (because even he couldn’t fool himself into thinking that had been just sex). Or even kissing. Or that he died for her, and then ended up killing her before the day was done. Someone had tampered with her memories, but why? Who was going through all this trouble and why? And what was he supposed to do with her now? He could kill her again, but what if they just brought her back again? Clearly, there was something larger going on here, but he couldn’t get the pieces to fit. It was like a particularly difficult broken watch, and it was almost exciting in a way. He was so used to figuring things out easily, but Elle, she had always been the one thing he could never quite figure out.
“What are you talking about? Don’t remember what? Why are we in bed together?” She reached up to brush some of her hair away and then frowned. “It’s shorter. Did you cut in my sleep? If you didn’t like it long you could have jus-“
“I didn’t cut it, and I sure as hell didn’t put you in my bed” He snapped, his body tensing up. He had to look away so he didn’t notice how the cotton material of the nightgown clung to her body. He wanted to take her, remind her of what they had shared in the Canfield house, but maybe it was better she didn’t remember. It would make leaving her behind easier.
“Whatever, if you don’t want to tell me why you did those things, you don’t have to.” She put a hand on his shoulder, sending a shock through his body with a little bit of a grin on her lips. “I can always make you tell me later. Now are we going to go get Claire for your Daddy or not?”
He tensed up once more, pushing her away from him with a telekinetic blast. “He’s not my father, but you knew that already, didn’t you” and there was the other reason why he had killed her. She had lied to him, used him all over again.
“No.” She gasped out, pulling herself up from the bed now with a pained groan. “I never looked at your file, Bennet did. I just followed orders. I was a good little Company Girl and didn’t ask questions, okay?”
And once again, when he thought he would feel a twinge that represented a lie…he felt nothing. She hadn’t known about his parents at all. She had been telling the truth. And Bennet had turned him against her, just to save his own skin.
“Does this mean you’re going to stop being a good little boy?” Elle asked in an almost gleeful sounding voice. Checking in and following orders hadn’t seen like his style at all.
“Yes, that’s exactly what it means.”
“Then who are we going after first?”
He was surprised; she was going along with him so easily. Didn’t she care that he was going to start killing people again? He didn’t even know if he wanted to bring her with him, but she had a feeling that if he left her here, she’d find him again somehow anyways.
“Marie Perkins. “
Elle got up with a smirk and a stretch, the nightgown riding up and revealing more of her legs than he needed to see right now. “Let’s go get her then” The things he had mentioned earlier about killing her still bothered her a little, but maybe he was just trying to mess with her. He said weird things sometimes. She was trying not to give it too much thought. After all, she was getting all too used to people telling her things that happened to her that she couldn’t remember.
“I need a shower first” He murmured, taking one last longing look at her before heading into the bathroom. This was going to be a long trip, he could tell, but he was going to figure out what was going on here if it killed him.
And then he would kill her again.