The show had earned Sylar exactly what he wanted. His smirk widened as Elle started gearing up for a fight, and where he'd just felt nervous and tense, he now felt... anticipation. Excitement, even. He watched with visceral satisfaction at every small indication of pain on Elle's features and how they added up into one terrible, beautiful expression. Would it really be such a bad thing if he let her live? It'd be one more person like Peter and Claire, one more source of control and power, one more reminder of the life he'd lived and which he'd one day return to.
But it'd also be one more obstacle to overcome, and he had plenty of those already.
Including the way Elle was acting. He couldn't help but let an unsure crease creep into his otherwise smug expression as he heard her voice, cold and calmer than her overall body language. Her emphasis wasn't on the right words – in fact, her words didn't make much sense unless she was babbling out big threats incoherently, but... Sylar wasn't so sure if that's what this was. She might've been angry and irrational, but her conviction told him that she wasn't making things up. He was missing something here.
And whatever it was, he'd have plenty of time to figure it out after he got away. Right now, he just needed to be aware enough to keep her unstable while he made his escape; he could still feel the potential of electricity in his system, but he could also feel the slight aftershocks of something else, something far less helpful. Stay focused, he told himself.
"Really?" he said out loud, looking only slightly strained as he tried slowly sidling toward the wall to his right, the one nearer to the door. "Funny, considering I remember you bleeding out on the ground."
It wasn't much, but it'd have to do for now. He racked his brains memories of his previous encounters with Elle, looking for anything specific he could use against her. She'd been frisky, that was for sure, and aside from Peter, she'd also been friendly with–
"Eddie," he added suddenly, clicking his tongue. "I bet he would've loved to see you then."
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But it'd also be one more obstacle to overcome, and he had plenty of those already.
Including the way Elle was acting. He couldn't help but let an unsure crease creep into his otherwise smug expression as he heard her voice, cold and calmer than her overall body language. Her emphasis wasn't on the right words – in fact, her words didn't make much sense unless she was babbling out big threats incoherently, but... Sylar wasn't so sure if that's what this was. She might've been angry and irrational, but her conviction told him that she wasn't making things up. He was missing something here.
And whatever it was, he'd have plenty of time to figure it out after he got away. Right now, he just needed to be aware enough to keep her unstable while he made his escape; he could still feel the potential of electricity in his system, but he could also feel the slight aftershocks of something else, something far less helpful. Stay focused, he told himself.
"Really?" he said out loud, looking only slightly strained as he tried slowly sidling toward the wall to his right, the one nearer to the door. "Funny, considering I remember you bleeding out on the ground."
It wasn't much, but it'd have to do for now. He racked his brains memories of his previous encounters with Elle, looking for anything specific he could use against her. She'd been frisky, that was for sure, and aside from Peter, she'd also been friendly with–
"Eddie," he added suddenly, clicking his tongue. "I bet he would've loved to see you then."