That sure as fuck wasn't waffles. It wasn't anyone she wanted to see, or planned on seeing. Ever. She knew Sylar was here, Peter had warned her, offered to help, and she turned him down. The scene kept replaying in her head, and now she was starting to feel like she should have listened to him closer. She should have taken him up on his offer. Something, anything.
The light from her flashlight reflected from his knife, and from the white of his smile. Elle wanted to scream. She wanted to kill him, beat him to the ground with her baseball bat until his stupid skull cracked in, raging to his dying body about how it was his fault Daddy was dead, it was his fault she didn't have a family or a job or a life anymore and if she hadn't taken that stupid assignment none of this would have happened. There would have been other assignments. Gabriel Gray's corpse would have spent a few days rotting on the noose until someone finally found it. None of this would have happened.
But she couldn't do any of that. She couldn't even make it to the screaming part. Fear paralyzed her, it turned her blood ice cold.
She managed to shake her bat at him. She should have dropped the flashlight to hold it better, but like hell she was going to be trapped in the dark with Sylar. She could shock him if he came too close, anyway. Maybe.
"Stay back." It wasn't the I hate you you sick bastard you're going to fucking die and it's going to be because of me she had wanted to say, but the sentiment was jammed into those two words, as much as it was able.
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That sure as fuck wasn't waffles. It wasn't anyone she wanted to see, or planned on seeing. Ever. She knew Sylar was here, Peter had warned her, offered to help, and she turned him down. The scene kept replaying in her head, and now she was starting to feel like she should have listened to him closer. She should have taken him up on his offer. Something, anything.
The light from her flashlight reflected from his knife, and from the white of his smile. Elle wanted to scream. She wanted to kill him, beat him to the ground with her baseball bat until his stupid skull cracked in, raging to his dying body about how it was his fault Daddy was dead, it was his fault she didn't have a family or a job or a life anymore and if she hadn't taken that stupid assignment none of this would have happened. There would have been other assignments. Gabriel Gray's corpse would have spent a few days rotting on the noose until someone finally found it. None of this would have happened.
But she couldn't do any of that. She couldn't even make it to the screaming part. Fear paralyzed her, it turned her blood ice cold.
She managed to shake her bat at him. She should have dropped the flashlight to hold it better, but like hell she was going to be trapped in the dark with Sylar. She could shock him if he came too close, anyway. Maybe.
"Stay back." It wasn't the I hate you you sick bastard you're going to fucking die and it's going to be because of me she had wanted to say, but the sentiment was jammed into those two words, as much as it was able.