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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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[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He chuckled softly as he nodded his head in agreement with her. "Yeah, I suppose it sort of is."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"So, tell me," she said, pushing herself up with a sudden thought, "how many powers do you have?"

She beamed at him, bringing folding her legs up to her chest.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He sat there for a moment before carefully replying. "Four, not including my own ability."

Telekinesis, Trevor's ability, freezing, and enhanced memories. He had been going after that cheerleader with the ability to regenerate when they had captured him and put him in this place. But it was a minor setback. He'd get that wonderful ability eventually.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"But not little Claire's," she teased, because that ability was the reason he'd been caught. Noah's little Claire-bear. She shifted onto her hands and knees and crawled forward, sweeping her legs over the side next to him and resting her chin on his shoulder.

He could move away he wanted, she was still going to touch him.

Her fingers found the nape of his neck again and she sighed.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"A minor setback. I'll get it eventually," He replied in a matter of fact sort of voice. After all, who in his position wouldn't go after someone with the power to regenerate? It was like gaining immortality, becoming godlike, in a way.

He tensed a little when he felt her chin rest against his shoulder, but made no move to move away. She'd probably just keep trying to touch him anyways.

And if he was honest, it wasn't entirely unpleasant.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I have something for you," she said, shifting a little closer. She watched the muscles in his body tense at her proximity, and let her breath tickle his ear.

She shouldn't tell him, of course, but she wanted to--she wanted to stir something up, and this was as good as anything.

"Down the hall," she started, scratching the line of his pulse with one nail, "there's a prisoner named Adam." She paused for effect, and to lean in closer, her lips brushing the lobe of his ear. "If you ever escape, I think you'd want to take a detour there."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

His eyes practically lit up in joy at her offer. If he was interpreting her right, this Adam has the same power as Claire. Which means he could have that delicious power so much sooner. He was almost giddy at the thought.

"I'll make sure to visit him first thing after I escape. Though I have to wonder, would your boss appreciate you giving me such information?"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"No," she breathed on a giggle, and pulled back, hugging his arm to her chest, "but Adam was grumpy this morning and didn't given tell me I looked nice. So I think it's okay if you torture him a little."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I think what I do counts as more than just a little torture," He replied with a soft chuckle. He didn't even know if someone with that sort of regenerative power could survive his attack or not. It would interesting to find out, at the very least.

"But when I go to see him, I'll make sure to let him know that you were the one who sent me."

It was strange that she was helping him, and part of him had to wonder if it wasn't some sort of trap or something, but that power was too tempting not to at least investigate things.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I guess we'll see," she replied in anticipation. "You don't live for hundreds of years without persevering."

She should stop telling him these things--these little tidbits of information that would probably get her in trouble later. But she'd already broken Daddy's silly rule (she was too close to him since the beginning, and time hadn't changed that) so might as well do it thoroughly.

"Tell him I told you it's because he doesn't love me enough," she chirped out, since that was the reason she used every time she killed him, and he'd appreciate the gesture.

Plus imagining Sylar telling Adam he didn't love her enough and then performing a lobotomy filled her with a simmering glee.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Is he another one of your boy toys, then?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't sure why, but he felt suddenly jealous of this Adam person, just a little. But why should he be? After all, she was free to do whatever, or whoever she wanted. It wasn't like he could stop her.

"I'll make sure to pass on the message."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She smiled and narrowed her eyes at him, fancying that he was jealous, and the tick of his raised brow was a good indication she was right. "We play sometimes," she said simply, watching his expression raptly--would he care if she'd play with the others like she played with him?

Because she did, sort of, with a little less touching--except for Adam, but not because she wanted to touch him--just because she knew he wasn't interested, and wouldn't get grabby like the others. She wanted to touch Gabriel--key difference.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Are you as handsy with everyone that you play with as you are with me?" He asked, keeping his voice even, as if he was simply curious, and that was the only reason why he was asking her about any of this.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Only with Adam," she answered, and paused for a moment, watching the words sink in. She slid a palm over his thigh and squeezed gently. "Everyone else is grabby and disgusting. Why so interested?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I was just curious, that's all." He replied with a shrug of his shoulders. After all, it wasn't like he cared what she did with other men. She was free to do whatever she wanted.

He smirked a little as she squeezed his thigh. That touch was more...pleasant than he'd like to admit. "I'm surprised to hear you don't think of me as disgusting though. Alot of people would."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Why, because you're a psychopathic serial killer?" she asked, amused. "Oh Gabriel, when will you learn?" She sighed dramatically. "I'm not a lot of people."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"I'm not a serial killer," He snapped a little defensively. Or at least, he didn't see himself as one, anyways. He laughed a little at her second comment. "I become more aware of that every second we spend together."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Well, technically..." she trailed off, but let it go. "Anyway, you'll be seeing plenty of me," she said, and was certainly looking forward to it.

She jumped down and stood in front of him, hands on her hips.

"Now, are you going to cooperate and play with me today?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He smirked at her question before shaking his head defiantly. "Wasn't planning on it. Like I said before, I don't play well with others."

He didn't mind her games that much...really, but it was alot more fun for him to act like he was putting up a fight, and he had to find some way to enjoy passing his time in this place.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her lips slowly stretched into a grin, and she swiftly grabbed his shoulders and jumped onto one of his thighs, lifting one finger. A blue are generated, the warm static connecting playfully with the tip of his nose.

It was always a lot more fun when they didn't cooperate, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "You'll learn," she said, "and then you'll like it."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

His pulse jumped just a bit as she climbed ontop of him. As the static pressed against his nose he made a bit of a face in reaction. Of course, it didn't hurt as bad as her larger blasts did, but it was still kind of uncomfortable feeling, at the very least.

"And what if I don't learn to like it?" He asked with a curious tilt of his head.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"I'll like it," she said, as if it was the only part that mattered--although it'd be nice, she supposed, if he liked it a little. No one ever liked her shocks, or appreciated anything she did, or... ugh--she needed to stop that insecure line of thought.

It was just frustrating. One of her therapists once told her she teased so persistently to test people, to find someone that gave a damn--but her methods were too cruel to elicit the response she was looking for, like a double-edged sword, and that maybe she liked to excuse to lash out.

Daddy had yelled at her later for killing that one. She'd only been twelve.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"And is all that matters?" He sighed a little dramatically. "And here I thought you cared what I thought. I suppose I was wrong."

He was slowly learning that playing along with her might work out best in his benefit. After all, she had already admitted to still caring about him. If he stayed on her good side, maybe he could get her to help him escape, in time. It was certainly worth a try.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"Well, fine then," she said, just to change things up. Maybe she'd even humor him, if his answer was good. "What do you want to do? And escaping isn't an option."

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He paused for a moment. He had to make whatever he asked a good one, something to make sure he stayed on her good side. Maybe stroke her ego a little bit in the process.

He grinned a little as he thought of something. "Why don't you give me some demonstrations of what that power of yours can do." He paused to add. "But I would rather the demonstrations didn't involve frying me again."