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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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[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."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She slapped his chest with a scoff. "But that's what makes it fun!"

But maybe she'd show off a little anyway, just because--okay, it worked, she was flattered, even though he was probably just curious because powers were his thing. And, of course, he wanted hers.

She jumped down, generating electricity in her hands, when an idea popped into her head. A very bad naughty idea that would have her locked up for months if her dad found out. Slowly, she turned back towards him with a mischievous grin.

"What if I demonstrated on someone else?"

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

It was true. Part of his motivation was practical. After all, someday he would take her power for himself, and he might as well learn now just what it can do. He always liked getting demonstrations before taking a power, when he could.

A slow, almost sadistic smile spread across his lips as he heard her suggestion. Now that sounded like fun. The most fun she's suggested so far, in fact. He was suddenly quite glad he had thought to ask her for a show.

"I think demonstrating on someone else could work just fine."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She tried to contain herself, but a blossoming heartless smile lit up her face anyway, and she sucked in an excited breath. "I'll be right back," she said, and kissed his cheek because she was giddy he was making the experience enjoyable for her.

She tried not to run to the door, and locked it behind her, stopping for a moment to think. Who would be the best for this? Adam would last. And last. And last, which was perfect, but on the other hand, he'd probably be only too delighted to see the extent of Adam's power, and the extent of what she could do to him--not exactly information she wanted to part with if he ever took Adam's power and went after her.

There was always Jesse... He was her second favorite--just because she took extra pleasure out of his screams--since if he wasn't under medication, they could kill her, but nope, not when she was torturing him, no. Plus, he was one of those grabby and disgusting ones, and she hated the way he looked at her, like a piece of meat. Seeing Sylar's reaction would be nice.

She went to retrieve him, ignoring his leer and suggestive, "hey, slut," (well, she shocked him pretty bad for the endearment) and shackling his hands as he was incapacitated.

"We're going on a little field trip," she told him, and dragged him impatiently to Sylar's cell, pushing him inside with a sizable volt. He hit the floor with a thud, and she slammed and locked the door behind her.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

Sylar waited patiently. Well maybe not patiently but as close to it as he was going to get. Nothing excited him quite the way powers did. And it was refreshing to see someone who enjoyed them like Elle did. Most of his victims had been ashamed of their powers, like they were curses and not something that made them special. So he took them from those fools because people like that didn't deserve such gifts.

When she brought in her chosen victim his eyes lit up like a child on Christmas. He couldn't wait to see exactly she was going to do to this man. One might even think that he was pratically getting off on just the anticipation alone.

He placed his hands behind him on the cold slab of a bed, leaning back a little. "Well?" He asked, raising a brow at her. "Let's see what you've got."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"What," Jesse hissed, weakly trying to get up, even though his cuffed hands made it difficult, "the fuck."

He blearily looked over to Sylar's laid back form, and then to Elle--she smiled with anticipation, electricity already cupped in her palm.

"Hello to you too," she quipped, turning slightly to Sylar. "Gabriel, this is Jesse. Jesse, you can call Gabriel Sylar."

Jesse managed to sit. "What the hell is--"

Elle faked a yawn--bor-ing--before letting out on her unfortunate victim, just enough to flay a little skin and definitely enough that his gurgled yells echoed off the walls.

She stopped, heard the sizzling of the metal cuffs on Jesse's wrist, and smiled. "You fucking bitch," he choked out after a few moments.

"That's me," she drawled.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

As much as it had hurt when she had attacked him, it was fascinating to watch her unleash it on someone else. His eyes were so focused that he barely blinked, as if he was in some sort of trance or something.

He doubted he had ever found someone as attractive as he did her right now. She was beautiful, powerful, dangerous...special.

When he finally spoke his voice was dark and almost hoarse. "More."

It wasn't quite as good as using his own powers or as satisfying as using hers would be once he took it from her, but for now, it would have to do.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She smirked at his reaction, and turned back to Jesse. "You hear that, Jesse? He wants more. Do you want more?" She stepped forward, charging up again, anticipating his response.

"Fuck you," he growled out, because he was never that imaginative with his insults.

"You wish," she said, and let him have it again, more of it--enough that her lungs filled with the smell of burnt flesh and his screams turned soundless. When she was done, he fell to his face, whimpering.