Peter's words from their meeting at breakfast kept replaying in her head, only intensified by the words Sylar was throwing at her now. She had been here before, but she couldn't remember. Sylar killed her, but she couldn't remember.
Would he try again? Or did the first time leave him satisfied enough? She didn't know. She could never predict what Sylar was going to do. Not now, not when he was Gabriel Gray. But the fact that she was there with him, alone in the dark, in this secluded area, in this tiny room, was enough to rack chills down her spine. Who would come if he tried something? If she screamed? She'd seen a couple people wandering the second floor, but how far could her voice possibly carry? And what if she attracted the wrong thing?
"Don't think I won't hurt you. 'Cause I will." Her words came from behind clenched teeth. It felt like every muscle in her body was tense, poised, waiting to run or attack but not able to decide which to actually do.
She needed to shock him. It was her initial response to any dangerous situation, and it felt like every fiber of her being was crackling with the as of yet unused potential. But Elle was still frozen in place. She couldn't let go of the baseball bat or the flashlight, because her hands refused to listen to her. Her feet wouldn't listen to any attempts to step back, let alone run.
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Would he try again? Or did the first time leave him satisfied enough? She didn't know. She could never predict what Sylar was going to do. Not now, not when he was Gabriel Gray. But the fact that she was there with him, alone in the dark, in this secluded area, in this tiny room, was enough to rack chills down her spine. Who would come if he tried something? If she screamed? She'd seen a couple people wandering the second floor, but how far could her voice possibly carry? And what if she attracted the wrong thing?
"Don't think I won't hurt you. 'Cause I will." Her words came from behind clenched teeth. It felt like every muscle in her body was tense, poised, waiting to run or attack but not able to decide which to actually do.
She needed to shock him. It was her initial response to any dangerous situation, and it felt like every fiber of her being was crackling with the as of yet unused potential. But Elle was still frozen in place. She couldn't let go of the baseball bat or the flashlight, because her hands refused to listen to her. Her feet wouldn't listen to any attempts to step back, let alone run.
"Do you even know what you did to me?"