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[specialmonster]

The time spent in the Texas branch of Primatech had not been completely without merit. He had picked up alot of important information while they ran their tests on him, not the least of it being the address of the Cheerleader

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[electrocutesy]

She heard the alarms well before Sylar arrived at her room, and how could she not? They'd been blaring in her ear for the last fifteen minutes, lights flashing, bathing the halls with blood red. There was protocol obviously, and Elle obeyed it with only an eye roll, leaving Level Five with her fingers already sparking with electricity. The prisoners were raucous, obnoxious, and slammed their fists on the glass, excited by the prospect of something different happening in their dull lives

[specialmonster]

He cried out in pain as the familiar sting of electricity (that same sting he had felt when she had feebly attempted to stop him from killing Trevor) ran through him, knocking him down to the ground. Soon enough, he was back to his feet, holding his hand out to send her flying into the nearby wall. He started towards her, a predatory look in his eyes.

"I'd more careful if I were you, Elle," he snarled.

More than anything he wanted to just rip her open and take her sparks away from her. But that would defeat his plan.

[electrocutesy]

It wasn't until he said her name that she even realized who he was. Elle coughed against the ground, her body throbbing as her neck slowly lifted, her gaze finally connecting with Gabriel's--Sylar's--blank, hungry face.

It was like a nightmare, or some cruel joke some higher power was playing, and for a split second, she simply blinked, her fingers sparking. What was he doing here? Why had he broken into her room?

It didn't matter. She closed her gaping jaw and lifted her hand again, her cyan eyes hardening, streams of lightning flying out to meet him. She used the opportunity to rise to her feet, her palms bright and ready.

[specialmonster]

He stumbled back, crying out in pain again. She was persistent, to say the very least. He would have to give her that, at the very least.

He twisted his hand, freezing her up with his electricity, stalking toward her. "Now, now, is that any way to greet me when I've come all this way to get you? I expected a warmer hello."