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Unlike the other day, he had been given a little more freedom. They had switched him from the IVs to the pills, and no longer kept him strapped down on the bed, unable to move. He wondered if this was a good sign or not. It was hard to tell. But still, even getting up and moving about was a nice liberty to have back to himself. You never realize how much you enjoy doing something that simple until you're no longer able to do it.

His shirt had been replaced with a plain white t-shirt, and the doctors had given an injection of something that had healed up all the burn marks she had left on him. It was strange how they seemed determined to keep him in a healthy condition. It made him weary. Did they have some sort of plan for him? Why else would they be keeping such good care over a serial killer? It didn't make sense.

As he paced the tiny cell he was kept it his eyes occasionally flickered over to the glass. Would she come visit him again like she had implied? Not that it mattered.He was simply...curious, that's all. And if he was going to be stuck in this place, it was nice to have someone to talk to at times, even if it was her.

The only other people who came in were the doctors, and they were just doing their work. Nothing more, nothing less. Some company would be nice.

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Sylar raised a curious brow at the man. Blow her brains out? Just what was his power? He made the mental note to go back for this one when he escaped. His power sounded like a good one. Then again, this place was pratically an all you can eat buffet. He couldn't wait.

When Jesse grabbed at Elle he found himself sitting up straighter suddenly, his hands fisted at his sides. He made a mental note to himself to make sure Jesse's death was a particularly painful one. Not that he cared about Elle but if anyone was going to hurt her, it was going to be him.

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"He also doesn't know when to shut up," Elle told Gabriel, eyes bright. She followed the sentence by standing up, looking fondly down at Jesse as he cupped between his legs and rocked back and forth.

She zapped him again, just for a scream, and simpered with malicious delight.

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"I can tell that," He replied, his voice mixed with amusement and something else, something darker. Jealousy, with a mix of lust and desire. His dark eyes remained fixated on Elle.

"I can see why you don't get as touchy feely with the other inmates, if they're all as vulgar as this one is," His voice held disdain, as if he thought he was better than Jesse. Which, of course, he did.

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A normal girl, Elle decided, would probably be afraid of his intense stare and low words--but of course, Elle wasn't a normal girl, and she very much liked the predatory look he was giving her.

Very, very much.

It wasn't like Jesse's stare--his made her feel icky and angry. Sylar's stare felt... promising, and it seared right through her.

"I keep them in line," she assured him, confident of her ability to do so. "Jesse just thinks he's a big man." She kicked said man in the face (she was wearing heels, so ow) and then cooed down at him. "Don't you, baby? Can't take a girl beating you up?"

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It was hard to for even him to be sure what he wanted more right now, her or her power. Either way though, she had caught his attention with this little display, that was to be certain.

The only thing that would have been better would be if he had his powers. Then he could have ended this whole wonderful moment by ripping open Jesse's head and taking whatever was in there. And maybe torturing the man a little himself before doing so.

There was a reason why people called Sylar a monster.

"He's nothing but a thug. Mindless. Whatever his power is, I'm sure it's wasted on him."

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"Of course it is," Elle agreed with a knowing smile, absentmindedly shocking Jesse as he began to regain some semblance of physical sense. "He doesn't deserve it at all."

He didn't--she'd read the files. He used it mindlessly--for money and petty revenge. Not that Elle wasn't a fan of petty revenge, but he just did it so... unimaginatively. He had his rap sheet--plenty of robberies, murders, and rapes--but Elle hadn't been impressed, obviously.

She felt a surge of desire--a part of her suddenly wanted more than anything for Sylar to take his ability, to kill the bastard. But she knew she couldn't let that happen, if only for her own safety... for now.

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"What is his power, anyways? So I know when I get the chance to take it from him," He asked, that deadly look still painted across his features. His eyes were almost glassed over. He couldn't help it.

He wondered idly, trying to remember when he had last taken his pills. If they were beginning to wear off, if it had been long enough of a time, maybe, just maybe he could finish off the job for her now.

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"Sound manipulation," she answered, and slowly walked towards him, enamored at the hunger in his eyes and the desire nearly rolling off of him in waves. Her heels made clipped sounds and she stopped near his side, one hand tentatively reaching to touch his jaw. "You want it?" she asked breathlessly.

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A shiver ran down his spine in anticipation as her hand brushed against his jaw. When he spoke, he sounded almost breathless. "Of course." Was the simple answer. Of course he wanted it. He had yet to find a power he didn't want, but that was beside the point. This one sounded particularly tempting.

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She let out a shaky sigh and looked at Jesse's crumpled form, trying not to pout. She wanted to give him Jesse, but...

Resigned, she dropped her hand and walked over to the lump of human waste, nudging him with her foot. "Get up," she clipped, impatiently.

Elle hated it when she couldn't have what she wanted.

"Jesse," she whined, putting her hands on her waist. She tapped her shoe for a moment when his eyes only fluttered open for a moment, and then knelt down and shocked him just enough that they flew open.

She took hold of his arm and dragged him a foot or two (she was stronger than she looked) as he tried to struggle to his feet, hardly aware of his surroundings. "I have to take him back now," she told Sylar, grumpily.

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As soon as those words came out of her mouth, Sylar stood up, suddenly alert and completely focused. He took a few long, quick strides across the cell until he was standing next to Elle. He grabbed her arm, holding onto it a little more tightly then he probably needed to. He glanced down at Jesse for a second before bringing his gaze back to Elle, his eyes practically pleading with her.

"Please. I'll let you go, but give me him"

Not that he didn't still want her power, because he did, but if he could at least get one of them out of this, he was willing to make a bargain.

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She narrowed her eyes, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach at his rough touch (it was the first time he'd touched her), his pleading eyes, and the stark urgency in his tone.

"Do I look stupid to you?" she shot out at him, dropping Jesse. (His body made a loud thump and he groaned.) "You'll just escape right after and then I'll get in trouble." She raised an eyebrow. "And I thought you didn't beg for anything."

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For a second, he debated telling her that if he escaped, she could come with him. But then he pushes the idea from his head, because he worked alone for a reason. Having her around would complicate things. And he didn't need complications in his life.

"Consider this the exception to the rule," He hissed, still keeping his grasp on her arm, tight enough to bruise her skin. "What if I promise not to escape, at least for now?" He supposed he could deal with being here for a few more days in exchange. The desire to take a power was so strong within him, normally he would have knocked her out or something and just gone ahead with what he wanted.

But for some reason, he didn't like the idea of hurting her more than he had to.

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She rolled her eyes hard, moving her head with the motion and trying not to wince at his grip. It was hard and if it weren't for the fact that she welcomed it, she would have zapped him off already.

"Oh, if I had a nickel for every time a prisoner told me that," she announced sarcastically, and then raised her voice mockingly. "Don't give me my pills. Please, Elle, I won't try anything, I promise. Right. Uh huh."

She pursed her lips and looked challengingly up at him. He looked sincere. Elle knew how to look sincere too, and she always used it to her advantage, as well.

"Give me one good reason you won't break that promise."

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He paused for a moment, the wheels in his head moving like a finely tuned clock. He knew that whatever he said next, it would make of break this whole thing. So he had to chose his words wisely.

He loosened his grip slightly, but his hand remained on her arm. He thought of trying to hit her emotional side and say something like "Because I like spending time with you," but that was too much, even for him. And finally, when he couldn't think of a good reason, he went to his last option.

He closed the gap between them before crushing his lips against her. It was harsh, full of tongue and teeth. He was pretty sure he had never kissed someone in such a way before, but it doesn't matter. After a moment or two he pulled away, a slight grin on his lips.

"Is that a good enough reason?"

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She could practically seeing his mind working through the orbs of his eyes, but she never would have guessed his answer until it came. His lips covered hers, his mouth opened, and she froze for a few seconds, completely docile against his harsh kiss, her heart beating fast and loud and her senses exploding with the desire that had been simmering for him. And then oh--she remembered what she was supposed to do and grabbed at him, meeting his erratic hot kiss with her own.

She was beyond disappointed when he pulled away. She was ready to throw a fit. Maybe unleash on him a little for ending it so short.

But he'd asked her a question and it distracted her suitably.

She supposed, despite being too short, it was good enough (okay, really satisfying) in a general way. She tried to regain her breath, all the while trying to figure him out--could she trust him?

"Okay," she murmured, considering her options, "say I let you. How do you do it?"

She knew--opening the skull, blah blah blah, but she still didn't know how and now seemed a good time to ask.

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He smirked a little. Her asking how he did it was practically permission. But he'd humor her and answer her first.

"I use my telekinesis to cut into through the skull, and then I pry it open, usually ripping the entire scalp off in the process. I have to carefully examine each brain until I find the right part, the place where I can take their power."

He talked of the process almost reverently, like he was making art instead of tearing someone's head open and manhandling their brains.

He paused for a moment, his thumb brushing against her forearm. He hadn't let go of her, not yet. He didn't dwell on that for now. "So, are you going to let me do it, or have I given away my secret for nothing?"

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She was half-tempted to tell him it was for nothing, just to piss him off, but the soft touch on her probably bruised arm made her shiver with a bit of fondness, so she decided not to be that heartless.

"Where's the place?" she asked, and she was surprised her tone was so eager. She stepped forward, resting her hands on his chest. "Would you let me watch?"

Her stomach twisted uneasily. She knew it was too dangerous, but that never stopped her before.

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"It varies from person to person, but it's usually somewhere near the frontal lobe," He commented, a warm sensation passing through him as she rested her hands upon his chest. It was a nice feeling, and he thought that he wouldn't mind lingering that way for a bit, but he had something he still wanted to do. And at the moment, his desire to kill Jesse overided pretty much everything else.

"I don't see why you can't watch." He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. Actually, there was something kind of exciting about the idea of having her as an audience. After all, gathering powers had always been the best experiences to him, but he's never gotten to share it with someone before.

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Her breath went shallow, and she looked at him a moment longer. She really wanted to do this. He wouldn't lie to her, would he? She wanted to believe him--more than she'd ever wanted to believe anyone. And if he didn't escape, Daddy would be so proud. There were cameras in the hallway.

But that would mean she'd betrayed him, again. Given up his secret. The key to how his powers worked. He would be faithful all along, and she'd be horrible to him again. But Daddy would love her; he'd be cross with her about Jesse, but he'd get over it... Sylar was much more important.

She could destroy the tapes. Or take them. There was a chance no one would notice and if they did she'd deny she knew anything about it.

She could act sincere easily.

"You promise?" she heard herself asking, her voice small and unsure.

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He watched her carefully, his stare almost intense. He had no idea what was going on through that head of hers, and right now...he wasn't sure he wanted to, in all honesty. She seemed almost...hesitant, which was anything but a good sign. And yet, despite that, he found himself giving her a rather simple answer to her question.

"I promise."

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She looked down at Jesse's body. He was moving a little again--he must have lost consciousness when she dropped him. That would also be a problem--Jesse's body.

She bit her lip in thought. If she gave away Sylar's secret, she wouldn't need to deal with it at all, but if she didn't... she needed to have a good reason he was dead. She could fry him up after he was done, right away, straight through the bone--make him ashes. She could tell daddy he'd tried to force himself on her or that she went a little too far... she could clean it up. She could fry the tape too; tell her dad she'd panicked and tried to cover it up.

He'd believe it; he always expected her to screw things over.

She looked at her digital watch--she'd never had the stomach to wear a ticking one, not after what she did to him--it was almost time for his pills. She had them in her pocket, and they wore off fast. Any minute now, he'd have access to his abilities.

She flicked her eyes up to his. "Okay."

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His eyes practically lit up with joy at her response. He almost wanted to kiss her again, but restrained for now. This wasn't the time to get distracted.

A few minutes passed, and suddenly, he felt the gears in his head moving quicker, and he knew his powers were working again. His smile spread out wider, feeling like himself again finally.

He knelt down next to Jesse, giving the other man a look that was anything but kind. "I would say this wasn't going to hurt, but I was always taught not to lie to people." And he held his hand up, pointing his finger at the man's forehead. His heartbeat rushed at the sound of Jesse's screams as blood dripped down his forehead, creating an almost bloody halo.

He glanced up at Elle for a moment. "Don't blame me if you can't stomach what comes next," He warned her before turning his attention back to his prey. With almost careful precision he tore open Jesse's head, exposing the brain. He set aside the scalp and dug his fingers into the gray matter. He narrowed his eyes, examining the brain carefully. It was like looking at a broken watch, he just had to figure out what made it tick.

Finally, after a few minutes or so, he found it, that special spot where Jesse's ability was located. He placed his hand over it and absorbed it into his body, shuddering in delight at the process. It was better than sex.

Well, better than any sex he had ever had anyways.

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She took a small step back for a better view as his face lit up and he dropped to his knees. She'd never seen anything like the look in his eyes, the smooth proficient way he moved--with purpose and malicious intent. She watched, lips parted, as he murmured the dark threat and split open Jesse's skull, blood gushing from the wound. She heard the bastard's cries down to her bones, but she felt Sylar's desire like it was in her very veins.

She locked her eyes with his at his cautionary words, and almost choked out a laugh. When he took Jesse's skull in his hands, the mesmerizing crack it made dizzied her, but not for the reasons he suspected.

It was beautiful.

She watched his capable fingers slide over the brain matter, his hands glistening with blood, and she let out a trembling breath when he shuddered and found what he was looking for. "Wow," she breathed.

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"Beautiful, isn't it?" He asked hoarsely, looking up at her, dark eyes still clouded over. He wanted to test the new power out, that's what he normally did once he took one, but he didn't want to hurt her in the process. So perhaps that part would have to wait until later.

He stood to his feet, making his way back toward Elle. There was a small ticking in his head, telling him he should kill her too, take her power because it was such a good one, but he ignored it. After she had helped him. She had handed him Jesse on a silver platter, and she hadn't had to do that at all.

He reached out and grabbed one of her hands, staining it with the blood of their victim. He didn't say anything...he didn't really know what to say. He didn't want to trust her, something in his bones told him he still shouldn't. She could be setting him up again, after all.
How strange it was that he had been angry when she brought over Trevor, but delighted over this gift? But the situations were so different. There were no lies this time, no pretenses. It had been an honest exchange, and he no longer felt remorse over killing.