Fanfiction: Heroes: The Point Of It All (Chapter 11)
Title: The Point Of It All (Chapter 11)
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: NC-17 (For chapter 4 and 8)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father". Chapter 11: Sylar and Elle make their way to the Petrelli mansion to confront Angela. Special thanks to
catyuy for helping me with some of the ideas for this chapter.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
-“Shadow of the Day” Linkin Park
Elle couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as they go out of the car in front of the Petrelli mansion. She had only been here once before, when she was a kid her father had taken her here for a Christmas party. It seemed as big and intimidating as it was then, now. After all, she didn’t just have her own life to risk, but there was that of her child’s too. That was still a strange thing to of, being pregnant. She had yet to take a test to confirm it but there was this nagging little voice in her head that told her it was true.
Suddenly, she felt Sylar grab her hand, pulling her close to him. He pressed her against the car, kissing her roughly for a moment before pulling away, brushing some of her hair away from her face. “Don’t worry. We have a plan, and as long as we follow it, we should be fine. Why do you think I had us stop at that last place?”
“That’s true,” she smiled a little, giving him a squeeze of her hand. “Ready to go raise some Hell?”
He laughed a little, pulling her in for another kiss. “I’m always ready to raise hell.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Angela, you can’t keep me here indefinitely. I have to go back home, to my family. Don’t you understand that?” Noah demanded, his voice raising just a little bit.
“I understand your predicament, but they should be arriving any moment now, and then your services won’t be needed anymore” Angela replied calmly, her hands folded in her lap. They were in the large living room of the mansion, Angela seated in the large armchair in the center. Always putting herself in the position for power.
“I don’t see why my services are needed anyways” He barked, waving his hands over to where Peter and the Hatian were sitting. “Why do you need me here when you have the two of them? Aren’t they protection enough or have you really become that paranoid?”
“The Hatian should be able to stop anything they try, that’s true. However, things don’t always go to plan, and I have always been a woman who believes in back up plans. If worst comes to worst, I need someone who will not be afraid to shoot. But only if there is no other option, do you hear me? They’re both much more useful alive.”
“Too bad we’re both tired of being your toys, Mother,” came a mocking tone from the door way. She turned to look over, finding Elle and Sylar both standing there.
Elle brought her hand up, trying to crackle electricity when she frowned in frustration. “They have the Hatian here!”
“Of course they do,” Sylar said evenly, making his way into the room like a cat stalking it’s prey. “Angela is a smart woman. She knows what two psychopaths like us might do when we discover how we’ve been lied and used for her own personal gain.” Although they had come here at Elle’s request, Sylar couldn’t help but feel the anger of being lied to rise in him once more. This woman had never really been his mother. It had all been a lie. A lie that had led him to believe he could be a good person. A hero.
“Gabriel,” Peter finally spoke up, getting up from the chair now to try to approach the other man. “Just because you’re not my brother doesn’t mean you can’t redeem yourself. You two can still be normal. I’ve see-“
Noah cut him off with a roll of his eyes. “Do you really think two psychopaths like that are ever going to be normal?”
“Everyone has the chance, just because they’ve done bad things doesn’t mean they’re irredeemable” Peter insisted. No matter what, Peter would always believe that there was good in everyone. That everyone, no matter what had something about them that was worth saving. It was just in his nature. He hoped he would never become too jaded to not believe that anymore. He had seen the future. He had seen how good Gabriel had been with his son. What’s to say that that couldn’t still happen?
“Since Angela handed him his girlfriend back on a platter they’ve killed two specials, not to mention a human police officer, does that sound to you like someone who wants to change Peter?” Noah began to reach in his jacket when Angela gave him a sharp look.
“I told you Noah. There will be no shooting of them tonight. Regardless of your personal feelings about them, I do not their blood on my carpet, do you understand?” Her words were calm, and almost condescending, like she was talking to a child and not a grown man.
Noah gave her a look that said he didn’t approve of this course of action whatsoever, but fell silent. For now at least. “They’re monsters, they’ll never change. People like don’t change, don’t you think he proved that when he killed Elle. The fact that she would stay with him after all of that only proves just how insane she herself is. Do you think people like that are ever going to prove their worth?”
Peter’s eyes widened a little. He hadn’t known Sylar had killed Elle. But she looked alive. Who had brought her back? He glanced over to his mother, and for not the first time, wondered just how much of a hand she had had in this whole ordeal. Just what was she playing at?
All the while, Elle had dug her hand into her purse, and pulled out a gun, aiming it at the Hatian. Everyone else had been paying so much attention to the argument between Noah and Peter that hadn’t notice her do it until the gun went off, hitting the Hatian in the neck. He gasped out, eyes widening before he slumped down out of the chair and onto the floor.
Sylar smirked a little and held his hand up forcing all the doors and windows shut before waving them to Noah and Peter, forcing them down into their chairs once more. “Now, that’s much better, don’t you think?” He smirked, looking over to Elle. “I told you it was a good idea to stop for that before we got here.”
She smirked back at her lover, nodding her head in agreement with him. “You were right. I guess I should have listened to you. Oh well.” She turned to Angela, making her way towards the older woman. “Now, we came here for answers, and answers are just what we plan on getting.” She cupped her hand, a threatening blue ball of electricity bursting inside of it.
Sylar made his way over towards her, making sure to keep his telekinesis grip on Peter and Noah strong. Last thing they needed was one of them getting up and interfering with their plans. “I hope you plan on telling the truth, because I’ll know if you’re not. And for every lie you tell us, Elle here is going to shock you. And you know how much she loves shocking people.”
Elle mere grinned at that, “It’s true. It’s always been one of my favorite things to do.”
Sylar walked around the chair, grabbing Angela by the shoulders as he peered down at her. “So are you going to start telling us the truth or not?”
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: NC-17 (For chapter 4 and 8)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father". Chapter 11: Sylar and Elle make their way to the Petrelli mansion to confront Angela. Special thanks to
catyuy for helping me with some of the ideas for this chapter.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
-“Shadow of the Day” Linkin Park
Elle couldn’t help but feel a little nervous as they go out of the car in front of the Petrelli mansion. She had only been here once before, when she was a kid her father had taken her here for a Christmas party. It seemed as big and intimidating as it was then, now. After all, she didn’t just have her own life to risk, but there was that of her child’s too. That was still a strange thing to of, being pregnant. She had yet to take a test to confirm it but there was this nagging little voice in her head that told her it was true.
Suddenly, she felt Sylar grab her hand, pulling her close to him. He pressed her against the car, kissing her roughly for a moment before pulling away, brushing some of her hair away from her face. “Don’t worry. We have a plan, and as long as we follow it, we should be fine. Why do you think I had us stop at that last place?”
“That’s true,” she smiled a little, giving him a squeeze of her hand. “Ready to go raise some Hell?”
He laughed a little, pulling her in for another kiss. “I’m always ready to raise hell.”
~*~*~*~*~*~
“Angela, you can’t keep me here indefinitely. I have to go back home, to my family. Don’t you understand that?” Noah demanded, his voice raising just a little bit.
“I understand your predicament, but they should be arriving any moment now, and then your services won’t be needed anymore” Angela replied calmly, her hands folded in her lap. They were in the large living room of the mansion, Angela seated in the large armchair in the center. Always putting herself in the position for power.
“I don’t see why my services are needed anyways” He barked, waving his hands over to where Peter and the Hatian were sitting. “Why do you need me here when you have the two of them? Aren’t they protection enough or have you really become that paranoid?”
“The Hatian should be able to stop anything they try, that’s true. However, things don’t always go to plan, and I have always been a woman who believes in back up plans. If worst comes to worst, I need someone who will not be afraid to shoot. But only if there is no other option, do you hear me? They’re both much more useful alive.”
“Too bad we’re both tired of being your toys, Mother,” came a mocking tone from the door way. She turned to look over, finding Elle and Sylar both standing there.
Elle brought her hand up, trying to crackle electricity when she frowned in frustration. “They have the Hatian here!”
“Of course they do,” Sylar said evenly, making his way into the room like a cat stalking it’s prey. “Angela is a smart woman. She knows what two psychopaths like us might do when we discover how we’ve been lied and used for her own personal gain.” Although they had come here at Elle’s request, Sylar couldn’t help but feel the anger of being lied to rise in him once more. This woman had never really been his mother. It had all been a lie. A lie that had led him to believe he could be a good person. A hero.
“Gabriel,” Peter finally spoke up, getting up from the chair now to try to approach the other man. “Just because you’re not my brother doesn’t mean you can’t redeem yourself. You two can still be normal. I’ve see-“
Noah cut him off with a roll of his eyes. “Do you really think two psychopaths like that are ever going to be normal?”
“Everyone has the chance, just because they’ve done bad things doesn’t mean they’re irredeemable” Peter insisted. No matter what, Peter would always believe that there was good in everyone. That everyone, no matter what had something about them that was worth saving. It was just in his nature. He hoped he would never become too jaded to not believe that anymore. He had seen the future. He had seen how good Gabriel had been with his son. What’s to say that that couldn’t still happen?
“Since Angela handed him his girlfriend back on a platter they’ve killed two specials, not to mention a human police officer, does that sound to you like someone who wants to change Peter?” Noah began to reach in his jacket when Angela gave him a sharp look.
“I told you Noah. There will be no shooting of them tonight. Regardless of your personal feelings about them, I do not their blood on my carpet, do you understand?” Her words were calm, and almost condescending, like she was talking to a child and not a grown man.
Noah gave her a look that said he didn’t approve of this course of action whatsoever, but fell silent. For now at least. “They’re monsters, they’ll never change. People like don’t change, don’t you think he proved that when he killed Elle. The fact that she would stay with him after all of that only proves just how insane she herself is. Do you think people like that are ever going to prove their worth?”
Peter’s eyes widened a little. He hadn’t known Sylar had killed Elle. But she looked alive. Who had brought her back? He glanced over to his mother, and for not the first time, wondered just how much of a hand she had had in this whole ordeal. Just what was she playing at?
All the while, Elle had dug her hand into her purse, and pulled out a gun, aiming it at the Hatian. Everyone else had been paying so much attention to the argument between Noah and Peter that hadn’t notice her do it until the gun went off, hitting the Hatian in the neck. He gasped out, eyes widening before he slumped down out of the chair and onto the floor.
Sylar smirked a little and held his hand up forcing all the doors and windows shut before waving them to Noah and Peter, forcing them down into their chairs once more. “Now, that’s much better, don’t you think?” He smirked, looking over to Elle. “I told you it was a good idea to stop for that before we got here.”
She smirked back at her lover, nodding her head in agreement with him. “You were right. I guess I should have listened to you. Oh well.” She turned to Angela, making her way towards the older woman. “Now, we came here for answers, and answers are just what we plan on getting.” She cupped her hand, a threatening blue ball of electricity bursting inside of it.
Sylar made his way over towards her, making sure to keep his telekinesis grip on Peter and Noah strong. Last thing they needed was one of them getting up and interfering with their plans. “I hope you plan on telling the truth, because I’ll know if you’re not. And for every lie you tell us, Elle here is going to shock you. And you know how much she loves shocking people.”
Elle mere grinned at that, “It’s true. It’s always been one of my favorite things to do.”
Sylar walked around the chair, grabbing Angela by the shoulders as he peered down at her. “So are you going to start telling us the truth or not?”