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Oct. 27th, 2009 09:38 pmIt had been a long and rather annoying process, getting his body back. Longer than he would have liked. More than anything, he just wanted to kill Matt Parkman, make him stay in his stupid head of his for so long. Sylar wasn't the type who liked confinement. In fact, he was exactly the opposite. He needed freedom. The ability to do what he wanted, take what he wanted. Parkman would pay for keeping him from it.
But there was something he needed to do first. Being with Parkman's wife had reminded him how much he missed Elle. He hated admitting to needing or wanting anyone, but if there was one thing he regretted, it was killing her.
He could fix that now. He had heard of this kid who could control life and death. Bennet had helped give him a new life. But that wasn't going to last long. Soon enough, Sylar found Jeremy and killed him (but not before noting how eeringly the kid looked like Luke. Weird). He dug around his brains and found what he was looking for. That delicious power.
Next stop was Costa Verde. He assumed Elle's corpse had to still be there. After all, where else would it have gone? He searched the newspapers until he read about a unidentified burnt corpse that was found the beach. He noted where she was buried and set off.
He was excited, he had to admit, to see her again. It didn't even cross his mind that she might be mad at him. After all, sure, he killed her, but he was bringing her back. That's what mattered, right? That's the way he saw it, anyways.
He found her grave and used his telekinesis to move the soil away, popping open the casket. He kneeled beside her, placing his hands on her burnt remains, focusing on restoring it to it's former glory. He found himself smirking as her body knit back together.
He was going to get her back, and then together they could kill Parkman. What could be better?
But there was something he needed to do first. Being with Parkman's wife had reminded him how much he missed Elle. He hated admitting to needing or wanting anyone, but if there was one thing he regretted, it was killing her.
He could fix that now. He had heard of this kid who could control life and death. Bennet had helped give him a new life. But that wasn't going to last long. Soon enough, Sylar found Jeremy and killed him (but not before noting how eeringly the kid looked like Luke. Weird). He dug around his brains and found what he was looking for. That delicious power.
Next stop was Costa Verde. He assumed Elle's corpse had to still be there. After all, where else would it have gone? He searched the newspapers until he read about a unidentified burnt corpse that was found the beach. He noted where she was buried and set off.
He was excited, he had to admit, to see her again. It didn't even cross his mind that she might be mad at him. After all, sure, he killed her, but he was bringing her back. That's what mattered, right? That's the way he saw it, anyways.
He found her grave and used his telekinesis to move the soil away, popping open the casket. He kneeled beside her, placing his hands on her burnt remains, focusing on restoring it to it's former glory. He found himself smirking as her body knit back together.
He was going to get her back, and then together they could kill Parkman. What could be better?
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Date: 2009-10-29 05:11 am (UTC)When Elle woke up, rays of sun were streaming through the thin cheap curtains, and her head had somehow ended up near Sylar's shoulder, his heavy arm draped around her waist.
He was breathing steadily, and she was trapped in a cocoon under half his chest (even in his sleep he was overbearing, she thought with a scoff), so instead of trying to escape, she laid there, watching the remains of darkness die as the sun rose.
Plus, his warm, solid body was pressed down on hers, his heavy breath snoring lightly beside her ear, and it was tickling the sensitive skin of her neck. She might have enjoyed it, just a little, and maybe she had moved a lock of his long hair off of his cheek.
She figured that at least he wasn't gelling it back like a douche bag anymore.
Eventually though, she needed to go to the bathroom, and she figured she might as well try to get away instead of giving up. With a sigh, she tried to move, to unwedge her body from underneath his. It would be a shame, she realized, if he woke up, besides the obvious reason. She kind of liked him when he was quiet.
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Date: 2009-10-29 05:22 am (UTC)His eyes opened and he let out a soft yarn, wrapping his arms around her before pulling her close to him once more. He didn't want to lose her warmth just yet. It had been such a nice surprise when she had curled up to him in the middle of the night. He didn't want to give it up just yet.
Besides, she could be trying to escape, and he just couldn't allow that.
"Good morning, sunshine."
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Date: 2009-10-29 05:51 am (UTC)"You're a sucky kidnapper," she complained, jumping back on the bed and sitting back on her heels. "I'm really bored already."
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Date: 2009-10-29 06:04 am (UTC)She got up and tugged the shorts on, whining like a child when no matter how many times she rolled the waistband up, she still had to hold the fabric up. "What am I supposed to put on my feet?" she asked, looking down at her bare toes. "I can't go into a store without shoes on. They'll kick us out."
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Date: 2009-10-29 06:25 am (UTC)She slipped them on--they were about ten million sizes too big too, and even uglier than she thought. She hoped he knew she was going to burn them later. Man sandals aren't shoes. Didn't he know that?
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Date: 2009-10-29 06:55 am (UTC)It was hard to run into the mall, but Elle managed to flop at a brisk pace straight out of the car and into the Macy's entrance, just because she could put together an entire outfit there quick. She didn't even bother to see if Sylar was following her, and went into the lingerie department and picked out the first cute matching set she found (black with little blue polka dots).
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Date: 2009-10-29 07:03 am (UTC)She was never going to forgive him for at least not buying her a pair of jeans. Would that have been so hard for him to think of? Testily, she grabbed a pair from the table.
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Date: 2009-10-29 07:06 am (UTC)In the meantime, it was kind of fun rattling her like this. And she would look nice in that underwear set she picked out.
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Date: 2009-10-29 07:12 am (UTC)Not that she really thought she was ever, ever, ever going to have sex with him ever again. But just to be on the safe side.
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Date: 2009-10-29 07:21 am (UTC)She had some dignity, for goodness sake. She would ask what childhood trauma he'd suffered that made him believe forcing her to do anything would produce any of the results he was looking for... but then she took into the consideration that he was insane, and decided it was a waste of breath.
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