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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: 2009-10-30 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-30 01:41 am (UTC)"Besides, telepathy would be a handy power to have."
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Date: 2009-10-30 01:59 am (UTC)There was no way she was letting him have that power, she decided, looking into his dark, hungry eyes. She didn't trust him.
"Yet for a few months, you had trouble with that," she retorted sweetly.
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Date: 2009-10-30 04:04 am (UTC)Her eyes lit up; she hadn't realized how awfully hungry she'd been until there was food in front of her. Dolores politely asked if either of them needed anything more, but Elle's mouth was already full of chocolate chip pancakes.
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Date: 2009-10-30 04:10 am (UTC)It was kind of cute, the way she was scarfing down her pancakes. She was like a giant child.
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Date: 2009-10-30 04:43 am (UTC)She wished she could have seen the look on Parkman's stupid face. "What happened?" Elle asked, licking her spoon, looking up at him with amused eyes--and a real smile, for the first time. But it was allowed, because it had nothing to do with being there with him.
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Date: 2009-10-30 05:41 am (UTC)Elle could feel her cheeks growing hot, and her fork clattered into her plate. Be like what all the time? What did he do to her? How? Where? She wanted to know everything, and then she wanted to kill the stupid bitch. And him. A lot.
Oh god, she was going to vomit up all of her pancakes.
"What?" she snapped.
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Date: 2009-10-30 05:47 am (UTC)"You heard me," He said casually, taking a victory sip of his coffee. "I screwed her. He was pretty pissed at me the first time I did it, but she seemed to enjoy it. Apparently, I'm much better in bed than he normally was." He paused a moment for effect before adding. "Why does it matter? I thought you never wanted to touch me again."
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Date: 2009-10-30 05:58 am (UTC)Elle's breath went shaky and she stood up without another thought, picked up her half-eaten plate of strawberry-topped pancakes and her orange juice, and dropped the sticky sauce right into his lap, the juice finding its rightful home in his hair.
She threw the dishes down onto the table with a loud clatter, and then walked straight out the door, her fists clenched as she stalked aimlessly down the sidewalk.
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Date: 2009-10-30 06:06 am (UTC)"What the hell is your problem?" He shouted. "You act like you could give a shit less what I do, keep claiming that you hate me and wouldn't want to touch me in a million years and then act like a jealous girlfriend. What the hell is that all about?"
It's not like Janice had meant anything. It had just been an ends to a means. A way to get back at Parkman, to take more control from him.
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Date: 2009-10-30 06:21 am (UTC)And then she turned on her heel and kept right on walking. It didn't matter that maybe she wasn't making any sense. She had a lot of emotions and she was going to let them out.
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