Fanfiction: Heroes: Point Of It All Chapter 1
Title: The Point Of It All (Chapter 1)
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father"
Well the patterns are laid out on the bed
With hundreds of colors of thread
But you’ve got the needle, I guess that’s the point of it all.
-“Point Of It All” Amanda Palmer
Elle’s eyes flew open in shock as her body began to heal itself. Las thing she remembered was being on a beach, and then Gabriel he-
He killed her. She felt sick to her stomach. She wasn’t sure whether it was that realization or the smell of burnt clothes and hair that did it. Burns. Her body was covered in quickly healing burns. That part confused her. And it was about that time that she looked up and realized where she was: a cell in Level Five of the Company. And standing next to her was Angela, holding an empty syringe of must have once contained cheerleader juice.
“Why did you save me?” She asked in a confused tone, brushing back some of her charred blonde locks. Too bad the blood couldn’t do anything to fix that. “You don’t like me. You fired me, threw me out, called me a liability, don’t you remember any of that?” Her body ached all over. He hadn’t just ripped her head open; he had set her on fire on top of it. He had really wanted her dead. Despite everything, Gabriel had killed her. That was probably what confused her the most, but she was trying to focus on why she was alive and what the older woman wanted from her. Because Angela never did things like this without wanting something in return.
“Of course I do, dear” Angela said in that pseudo-kind voice of hers that always meant trouble. She had a plan, and whatever the plan was, Elle doubted she would like it. She had never cared much for the woman, and liked her even less now that she was the sole brains behind running the company. “But you’re useful to me now.”
“Useful?” Elle raised a skeptical brow now, clutching the burnt remains of Gab-Sylar’s shirt. They could have at least given her something new to wear. “Useful how?”
“Sylar knows he’s not my child, and that makes him unpredictable again. Uncontrollable” Angela smiled, though there was no warmth in her eyes as she did so. “That’s where you come in. He obviously cares about you, so much that he would kill you so that you didn’t see him become that monster again. Luckily, I had a vision and was able to intervene before you were ashes. So you can still be useful. My granddaughter even offered her blood, happy to help in the cause of destroying Sylar.”
“What is it exactly you want me to do?” Angela had never been kind to her, and Elle didn’t really see any reason to help this woman. If Sylar came after her for lying to him, that was her own fault. She had only brought this onto herself.
“I want you to reel him, make him trust you, it’ll make him vulnerable. We’ll know where to act from there”
“How do you know I won’t tell him your plan? Maybe I’ll even help him take you down, what makes you so sure this will work?”
Suddenly, the door to the cell opened, and Angela smiled. “Because, he’s going to make sure you only know what you need to before you’re delivered to Sylar”
And before Elle could say or do anything else, the Hatian took her head in her hands, and as the familiar sensation of her memories being taken away appeared, all she could do was scream.
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father"
Well the patterns are laid out on the bed
With hundreds of colors of thread
But you’ve got the needle, I guess that’s the point of it all.
-“Point Of It All” Amanda Palmer
Elle’s eyes flew open in shock as her body began to heal itself. Las thing she remembered was being on a beach, and then Gabriel he-
He killed her. She felt sick to her stomach. She wasn’t sure whether it was that realization or the smell of burnt clothes and hair that did it. Burns. Her body was covered in quickly healing burns. That part confused her. And it was about that time that she looked up and realized where she was: a cell in Level Five of the Company. And standing next to her was Angela, holding an empty syringe of must have once contained cheerleader juice.
“Why did you save me?” She asked in a confused tone, brushing back some of her charred blonde locks. Too bad the blood couldn’t do anything to fix that. “You don’t like me. You fired me, threw me out, called me a liability, don’t you remember any of that?” Her body ached all over. He hadn’t just ripped her head open; he had set her on fire on top of it. He had really wanted her dead. Despite everything, Gabriel had killed her. That was probably what confused her the most, but she was trying to focus on why she was alive and what the older woman wanted from her. Because Angela never did things like this without wanting something in return.
“Of course I do, dear” Angela said in that pseudo-kind voice of hers that always meant trouble. She had a plan, and whatever the plan was, Elle doubted she would like it. She had never cared much for the woman, and liked her even less now that she was the sole brains behind running the company. “But you’re useful to me now.”
“Useful?” Elle raised a skeptical brow now, clutching the burnt remains of Gab-Sylar’s shirt. They could have at least given her something new to wear. “Useful how?”
“Sylar knows he’s not my child, and that makes him unpredictable again. Uncontrollable” Angela smiled, though there was no warmth in her eyes as she did so. “That’s where you come in. He obviously cares about you, so much that he would kill you so that you didn’t see him become that monster again. Luckily, I had a vision and was able to intervene before you were ashes. So you can still be useful. My granddaughter even offered her blood, happy to help in the cause of destroying Sylar.”
“What is it exactly you want me to do?” Angela had never been kind to her, and Elle didn’t really see any reason to help this woman. If Sylar came after her for lying to him, that was her own fault. She had only brought this onto herself.
“I want you to reel him, make him trust you, it’ll make him vulnerable. We’ll know where to act from there”
“How do you know I won’t tell him your plan? Maybe I’ll even help him take you down, what makes you so sure this will work?”
Suddenly, the door to the cell opened, and Angela smiled. “Because, he’s going to make sure you only know what you need to before you’re delivered to Sylar”
And before Elle could say or do anything else, the Hatian took her head in her hands, and as the familiar sensation of her memories being taken away appeared, all she could do was scream.