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The time spent in the Texas branch of Primatech had not been completely without merit. He had picked up alot of important information while they ran their tests on him, not the least of it being the address of the Cheerleader.

He would have escaped sooner if that stupid girl, Eden, hadn't shot herself. Still, her presence had made his mind wander back to someone else he had known back when he was still Gabriel, a name he heard repeated threw the walls a few times:

Elle Bishop.

The facts he gathered were simple enough. She was an agent and worked at the facility in New York. Which was where he headed as soon as he got out (which took alot longer than he liked. He had almost died in there). Especially with Claire's father being an agent, he had a feeling having an agent on his side would help.

And if it didn't, well then he could finally kill the bitch, which he would do eventually either way.

Breaking into the building was surprisingly simple. A few agents tried to stop him, but he killed them, and got the information on where to find what he was looking for. Who he was looking for. She was just an ends to a means, of course. There was no other reason for him coming to get Elle.

He twisted his hand, ripping open the door for her bedroom before stalking his way inside. He could hear the alarms going off, and they were probably calling out more agents to come after him. The sooner he got out, the better.

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He grabbed her roughly, thankful that she was so tiny and light as he slung her over his shoulder, heading back out the way he came in. "You really should be nicer to me, Elle," He murmured, keeping her paralyzed. "Because with an attitude like that it's tempting to just screw my plan and rip open that head of yours, taking away that pretty spark you love so much."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Paralyzing her didn't mean making things any easier for him--if she thought she was just going to let him carry her out like a rag doll, he was a moron. She didn't care about his threats, and she'd rather die than go anywhere with him, for whatever plan he had. Her body sparked hard against him, arcs of electricity burning both of their bodies viciously.

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He cried out in pain, dropping her and releasing his hold on her as he fell to the floor.

She was much braver than he remembered her to be, that was for sure. If he knew she was going to put up this much of a fight, he would have just knocked her out right away.

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Elle didn't waste any time, adrenaline bursting into her veins. She ignored her aching body, her stinging skin, and kicked off his arm near her waist, pushing herself up to her feet.

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He got up to his own feet, holding his hand up to send her flying into one of the walls, harder this time. "Don't make this more difficult than it needs to be."

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The wall was hard and unforgiving, and the floor even more so. Both knocked the breath out of her, and her skull hit the latter with a sickening thud. For a moment, she lay, her arms futilely trying the push herself up, her eyes filling with painful tears. Something warm and wet soaked into her hair, dampened the side of her face.

She had to move. She could see Sylar's feet blurred in her vision, and she whimpered in pain, registering his words too slowly.

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He tsked a little, crouching down next to her now. He cradled her head, inspecting the wound. She was bleeding, but she'd live. She'd probably get a concussion though.

"It would have been so much easier if you had just cooperated."

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She wanted to flinch away from his deceivingly gentle touch, but all she managed to do was let out a soft sound of protest. "I'll burn your fingers off," she whispered, slurred with all the venom she could.

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"I'd like to see you try, at the moment," He murmured softly, picking her up once more. He had to admit, she had made it much more difficult than he had originally expected it to be. He was kind of impressed with her.

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She thought she might vomit as he dragged her up from the floor, her head lulling, her vision swimming. She almost wished she would, to ease the nausea in her gut, to piss him off even in a little way. Instead all she managed to do was scrape at his arm with her nails with hardly any strength whatsoever. It probably tickled him.

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As far as he was concerned, she had no right to be upset. After everything she had done to him, she was lucky he didn't just kill her. He was still tempted to, honestly.

But for now he carried her out of the Company building, keeping a careful eye out for any approaching agents.

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Elle looked blearily up to the bright sky, her body rocking with his footfalls, her breath starting to quicken. Even through the fuzziness of her mind, it was dawning on her just what was happening. Gabriel, Sylar, the monster she had helped push over the edge, was taking her away from her home, her father, everything she had ever known.

And there was nothing more she could do about it.

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He made his way quickly to the car he had stolen and opened it up, placing Elle in the passenger's seat. As he buckled her up he couldn't help but briefly note that she was just as beautiful as he remembered her to be, if not more.

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Her hands dropped slowly from his broad shoulders into her lap, and she felt the vertigo of being repositioned too strongly; bile rose in her throat and she blinked at the dashboard of the car as he reached over, his warmth and smell invading her senses. "I won't let you do this," she muttered forcefully.

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"You should have thought of that before you betrayed me. You only brought this upon yourself," He snapped in annoyance as he finished securing her. He closed the door and made his way into the driver's seat, locking all the doors with his telekensis.

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Weakly, she brought a hand up to wipe blood from the side of her face, her fingers glistening crimson. Did he want revenge? She heard the doors lock, the sound reverberating through her ears, and she lifted her eyes as the car tore out of the parking lot. There was something wrong. Concussion? She was so dizzy. "Cracking my skull was my fault?" she slurred sarcastically.

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"Yes. If you had just cooperated to begin with, I wouldn't have had to use force," He replied in a matter of fact tone. He hoped she didn't have too bad of a concussion. That would render her useless to him for a while.

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Was he delusional or just retarded? she thought spitefully, and felt her stomach twist with unpleasantness as the car went over a rise in the road. Her ears rung and her sensitive head bumped against the seat, and she saw stars for a moment. She felt her breakfast--pancakes and sausage--push up into her mouth, so Elle graciously leaned sideways and spilled all of it into Sylar's lap, her chest heaving with gags.

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He tensed up in response, snarling in anger. He grabbed her hair roughly, pulling her close to him now. "You had better be careful, or you're going to have alot more than a cracked skull."

He let go of her and pulled off the road, heading to a motel to check into so he could clean up. Like he was going to drive with vomit on him.

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Her cry was loud, and the pain was so blinding her gags turned to sobs, his words burning into her ears. She slumped towards him, blinking back tears, and held her palm to the gash on her head.

Maybe a normal, frightened girl--and she was frightened--would say she was sorry, or cry, or beg for life. Elle simply coughed once and said painfully, "Oops. My bad."

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He rolled his eyes. He almost admired her spunk. She hardly seemed like the frightened little girl who had fled his apartment all those months ago. But the last thing he was going to admit was that he was at all impressed by her. He parked the car and got out, letting her out as well, grabbing her roughly by the wrist.

Going to the reception desk would be too risky, as it would involve her talking to someone else, so he made his way to one of the rooms, twisting his hand to pop it open with his telekensis. Luckily, a run down motel such as this didn't have much security, so no alarms went off or anything. Which was always a plus. Not that he planned on staying here long. He just needed to change.

He let go of her and twisted his hand again, locking up the room with telekinesis. He dropped his bag of spare clothes on the bed and began to strip off his dirty, vomit covered ones. Modesty wasn't really an issue at the moment.

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It was almost laughably easy to reach out and drag a stained hand print on a pillar on the way inside--and maybe if he didn't catch it on the way out, her Daddy would find it and know she was still alive. He'd be looking for her, she knew it.

His grip was chaffing her wrist, and she tried ineffectually to tug it away with all the little bit of strength in her body. Instead, he let her go, and Elle fell to the ground with a soft thud, her legs buckling beneath her.

She was angry. She was beyond angry, and she crawled up to sit, to lean against one of the beds, grunting. And then spitefully wiped her bloody hand on a paisley bedspread. And then started to scream as loud as she could.

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As soon as she began to scream he turned to her, twisted his hand to shut her mouth. "Don't give me a reason for you to scream like that, because if you act like that, I might as well just kill you."

He quickly pulled on a clean set of clothes and packed the dirty ones back in his bag before grabbing her by her wrist to drag her back to the car now. There was definitely no point in lingering now.

At this rate, he was going to need a muzzle for her.

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She all but growled, glaring daggers at him and he roughly pulled her to her feet. Despite not being able to scream now, she wasn't going to continue and die. Unlike him, she wasn't stupid.

Because he obviously didn't understand the fact she could hardly walk, and Elle purposely let herself fall outside the motel door, her knees jarred against the concrete, scraping her free hand on the ground. Good. More blood. "With that package, I doubt you could make anyone scream," she snapped viciously.

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He rolled his eyes at her attempt to insult his manhood, bending down to pick her up in his arms. Fine, if he had to carry her back to the car, he'd be more than willing to do so. He wasn't stupid.

"You could only wish that was the way I was going to make you scream."

Once upon a time, he had desperately wanted to kiss Elle, to make love to her, but now, that was the farthest thing from his mind. Okay, so she was pretty and if the opportunity arose, he wouldn't say no to fucking her, but at this point, she was just an ends to a means.