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[evolutionaryimperative]

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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[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

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.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Just because he finally decided to carry her, didn't mean she had to let him do it easily. Not to mention his cocky, disgusting reply grated on her so hard that she sparked against him, blue and hot in little vindictive bursts. It was comforting to know that even though they were weak, her ability was still under her control. Maybe she had wished that, had wanted that, but he wasn't the Gabriel in her head anymore, and he never had been. She'd come to terms with that a long time ago. "Oh yeah. I want you, I need you," she hissed dryly, her arms pushing at him and her legs kicking in a fit.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

They were even, because she had never been the Elle in his head either. They had both just been lying to one another, longing for something that never would have existed. It didn't matter now.

He could kill her easily, he was sure of it, and that thought brought him comfort.

He winced in pain at the small bursts of electricity as he carried her back to the car. He opened up the car and all but dumped her into her seat before making his way to his own, locking things up once more.

"Careful, I might decide to take you up on that."

He wouldn't. He was many things, but a rapist he wasn't. She didn't need to know that though. He wanted her scared.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her lips twisted into a sneer, her eyes widening at his threat as her head lulled heavily back onto the seat. For a moment, she choked on her own breath; just what was he capable of now? Was he going to rape her? And then her fear transformed into disgust and anger and adrenaline at the thought of him even trying to force himself on her.

"I'd like to see you try, you fucking sicko. I'll burn it right off," she spat.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Lucky for you, there are some things even I won't do," He assured her, starting up the car. He pulled out and made his way back on the road. If he was ever going to have sex with her, it was going to be consensual.

Not that he wanted to have sex with her.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"But how else are you going to get any, Gabriel?" she taunted, latching onto his given name. Maybe if he was angry enough, distracted enough, she could do something, anything to get away from him. And considering she couldn't affect him in any physically violent way, this could make her feel a whole lot better in substitution. Plus, she shouldn't pass out with a concussion. "You're still a virgin, right? Unless your creepy mother took care of that. Was she any good?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"My name is Sylar," He snapped in anger, gripping the wheel tightly. He wasn't stupid, naive Gabriel Gray anymore who had been stupid enough to fall for her act. His grip tightened more at the comment about his mother, his knuckles becoming white. The reference to his sexual status was irrelevant. So what if he was still a virgin? It didn't matter. Sex was the farthest thing from his mind these days.

"You really have a death wish, don't you?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She internally brightened in victory at the affect her words had on him. He hadn't have needed to reply verbally for her to know she could give herself a point, because his body was so tense. "Your name is Gabriel," she argued defiantly, punctuating each word cruelly. "Gullible, weak Gabriel, afraid of being useless and alone."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm not that person anymore," He hissed in response, his eyes narrowing in anger. And it wasn't. He wasn't useless. He was special

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"You'll always be Gabriel to me," she said cruelly in response, panting slightly at swimming in her head. When would it stop?

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"And you'll always be a useless liar to me," He snapped in annoyance. He didn't want to be Gabriel to her, not anymore.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"If I'm useless, why am I here?" she slurred back, struggling to keep her eyes open. Her mouth was feeling dry, and her tongue tasted like cotton and bile. She thought maybe she was finally going to lose consciousness. Maybe she had exerted herself too much.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Okay, so maybe you have a few uses," He conceded, glancing over to her. She looked like she was close to going unconscious. If she slipped into unconsciousness, it would make his life more complicated.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She sucked in a breath and gave in, letting her lashes touch her cheeks. Maybe sleeping for a moment wouldn't hurt. She didn't even have the strength to wonder, let alone ask, what he wanted from her.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He frowned and opened up the glove compartment, pulling out the bottle of aspirin he kept there. He tossed it at her. "Take some of that before you pass out." He had a bottle of water in the cup holder.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her eyes blearily opened, and she reached for the bottle, the pills jingling in the container. She struggled trying to open it, the cap hitting the safety block over and over. So obviously, she chucked it weakly at his head. "You do it," she whined.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Fine," He rolled his eyes, unscrewing the bottle and getting out a few pills for her. He handed them to her. He was only hoping her because if he didn't, it would be more of a pain for him in the future.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She cupped them in her palm, grasping for the water bottle and downing the pills. She laid back and closed her eyes, drifting off into unconsciousness.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He pulled off the road after a while, stopping at another motel. This time though, he got out and checked in, leaving Elle locked in the car while I he registered for the room. Once he got the key he went back to the car, scooping her up into his arms.

He carried her into the bedroom and lied her onto one of the beds. He got a room with two beds, as he had no desire to share one with her. This was just business, after all. Nothing more, nothing less.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

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Her head was pounding, and Elle awoke from a peaceful black, dreamless sleep to pain. She winced, her features twisting into a grimace; someone was gently pressing something achingly cold to her temple, and her eyes flickered open.

Maybe she was still dreaming, because the face that focused in her vision wasn't someone she had since in months--but his hair was cropped, his glasses were gone, and he wasn't the clean-shaven, tender dork she knew. It took Elle only a few moments to remember--the Company, the sickening thud of head against the floor, the rocking of the car. When she did, she shot up with a burst of panic, pushing at his chest with a harsh spark as she scrambled off the bed for the door.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He groaned in pain, falling back on the bed as she scrambled up. He wasn't worried though. He had already secured the doors shut a while ago, just in case she woke up. "It's a moot point," He called out to her, not even bothering to get up after her. "And you should be taking it easier, or you'll aggravate your concussion, and then you wouldn't be able to get very far even if you could."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She ignored the spinning of her head and him, tugging ineffectually at the knob and the frozen locks. A whimper left her throat, and she lunged, stumbled for the old window next like a caged animal. It wouldn't budge, and she clenched her fists and banged against the pane with a soft cry before collapsing, resting her throbbing forehead on the wall.

"What do you want with me?" she whispered in a small voice. Even as her very body rejected the idea, she had to play along. For now. He was right. Even if she broke the window, she wouldn't get far. But he'd have to sleep. He'd have to.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I need your help," He said simply. "I need you to help me get to the Cheerleader, Bennet's daughter. I want her power. If you help me, I promise to let you go safely," He smirked knowingly. "Or I can kill you now. It's up to you."

At this rate, she would probably be sleeping much more than him. He didn't sleep much these days, really. Small naps here and there when his body demanded it, but rarely did he get a full night anymore.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"You need me to get to a dumb cheerleader?" she taunted. Maybe she shouldn't highlight that part, but Elle would rather be dead than pass up making him look like an idiot. Especially after he kidnapped her, and rather rudely. "Think you're losing your touch, Gabriel?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"No, I need you to help me get past her father. She has alot more people protecting her than I expected." He hadn't expected anyone to stop him, really. "And I thought who better to help me than another agent. Besides, it's not like you don't owe me."