Fanfiction: Heroes: Devil In A Miniskirt (Chapter 3)
“Do you have any threes?” Sylar asked, wondering how they were on the third round of this stupid childish game already. And then he remembered. She had won one game, and then he won the next, and then they had decided on a tie breaker, because neither one could stand the idea of being even.
“Go Fish” She chirped taking another candy out of the bag on the table. When Sylar had asked her about that earlier she had explained to him that an invisible friend of hers had once taught her to play where whenever you told someone to Go Fish, you got a piece of candy. He had given her a crazy look at that, but decided not to question it. He didn’t really want to know just how crazy Elle really was.
“Do you have any Jacks?” Elle asked, smirking to herself now. She only needed one more, and then she would win.
“Here” He grumbled, handing her the Jack.
Elle let out an excited squee, clapping her hands together. “I win!” She cheered, fist pumping in the air. “Do you want to try another round, or do you admit that I’m the best?”
Sylar raised a brow at her. She was strange. She could be snarky and threatening one minute, and then silly and playful like a child the next. Which one was the real act? He really couldn’t stand how hard she was to read sometimes. He shook his head, throwing his cards down before crossing his arms over his chest. “No thanks. I’ve had enough of playing children’s games”
Elle just laughed at that. “You’re just saying that because I won this time and you didn’t~”
He grunted in response, knowing that if he replied she would only keep gloating.
She was about to say something else when her phone went off, playing an annoying pop tune. She fished it out of her pocket, frowning a little. She turned to Sylar, holding up a ball of electricity. “If you even think to try anything, I’ll kill you” She threatened before making her way into the kitchen to take her call, trying to speak in a hushed tone.
Sylar raised a brow at her behavior, glad the place was so small, suddenly. Even without his enhanced hearing working, it wouldn’t be too hard to eavesdrop. Whoever was calling, she wasn’t exactly happy about it. Maybe this was something he could use to his advantage.
“Daddy.” Her voice was much younger sounding as she talked. “No, of course we can’t come back yet.” She frowned, placing a hand on her hip. “He just woke up. He’s not ready to travel by plane yet.” There was a biting of her lip. “Well, maybe if someone had supplied me with more sedatives, we wouldn’t have to worry about that, would we, Daddy?” A pause, and her voice changed. “No. I didn’t mean. I’m sorry. I just…I can handle it okay. You don’t have to send anyone to help me. He’s nothing I can’t handle. I told you Daddy, I’m the best one for this job.” She smiled a little, like a small child who had finally received the praise they were craving. “That’s right. I won’t let you down” And with that, Elle closed her phone, stuffing it back into her pocket before making her way back to the table, glaring at Sylar as she did so.
“Were you eavesdropping on me?”
Sylar just gave her a smug grin, shrugging his shoulders a little. “It’s a small place we’re in. And you get loud when you’re upset.” He paused for a moment, thinking over his words before continuing. “So that’s what got you into all of this? Daddy?”
She huffed a little, sending a little shock into the back of his head as she walked past him and into her own seat. “That’s none of your business, Gabriel” She snapped.
He bristled at that use of his real name, but shrugged it off. He wasn’t going to fall for her games right now. Not when she was weak. This was his chance to see how easy she’d be to manipulate. To see just how vulnerable she was really. She had played to his weaknesses once, so now it was time for him to return the favor. “I’m taking that as a yes. Tell me; was he proud when you came back from that trip? When you told him how you turned saved a man’s life, only to turn him into a monster? Did he give you a pat on the head for a job well done?”
Elle bristled a little more, cupping one of her hands, letting it crackle with tiny bolts and sparks. “If I were you, I would stop talking before I make you stop talking. You don’t know me, so don’t even try to act like you do.” She had begged Bennet to talk to her father, to try to reconsider the plans with Gabriel, but no one had listened to her. She hadn’t had a choice. If she had betrayed the company, she would have been on her own, no Daddy, no job, no money, no skills, no anything. Being an agent was all she knew how to do. But he never would understand. How could he?
Sylar just laughed a little, leaning back in his chair. He had gotten under her skin. Good. If he was going to be stuck with her in the middle of nowhere, injured and powerless, the least he could get out of it was some entertainment. She was so different from the girl he had met back in his shop; it was almost like meeting a different person. He’d never guess from how she was acting right now that she was such a good actress. But looks could be deceiving. He himself was a prime example of that. “Do you always threaten people when they hit a nerve?” He taunted, raising a brow at her. “You know, you’re not nearly as tough as you’ve been acting.”
She snorted a little at that. “Yeah, well neither are you” She let the sparks die, setting her hand down on the table once more. “So I guess that makes us even.”
“We will, never, ever be even Elle,” He insisted, his voice growing darker now. “You destroyed my life, and when I get my powers back, I’m going to take yours. I bet that electricity of yours comes in handy. You sure seem to find plenty of uses for it, and I know I’m cleverer than you are. So you can only image what I could do with it.”
“Yeah, that’s assuming you get your powers back at all.”
Sylar stood up, eyes widening, and when he spoke, it was more growls than words. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
Elle eeped, covering up her mouth. Shit. She wasn’t supposed to say that.
If she didn’t come up with a lie quick, Daddy was going to kill her.