Fanfiction: The Point Of It All (Chapter 6)
Title: The Point Of It All (Chapter 6)
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: NC-17 (For chapter 4)
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". Chapter 6: Sylar and Elle go after the healer.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Please don't Go
Cause I finally know
That the past is gone
I know that I was wrong
I was wrong
-“More Than A Memory” Hoobastank
It was two days later that they arrived at t he home of Ryan Adams. It was a small apartment, Sylar couldn’t help but notice with a smirk. He didn’t see how someone with the power to heal people couldn’t figure out how to make money off of it. But that was their loss, he supposed.
Elle was behind him, looking at the old building for a moment before her face scrunched up in a look of disdain. “What a dump,” She muttered in an almost mischievous tone of voice. “This looks even homelier than the place you used to live in.”
Sylar couldn’t help but bristle at that comment. He hated when she did that, reminded him of when they first met, when she helped him live only to destroy him completely. Back then he had just been Gabriel Grey, a boy who had made a terrible mistake, and she was an angel with a broken watch. Only now he knew better, he was no longer Gabriel and she had never been an angel. She was more like a Siren, drawing him in to his doom, but he couldn’t seem to turn away. That’s why he had killed her in the first place, in hopes to break that spell. But she wasn’t dead, and now if he wanted to be released from her, he’d have to fix her first.
“I’m sure your room at the Company was a million times nicer,” He snapped back at her as he flung the door open with his powers. With his newly required sonic hearing he could hear the sounds of a television playing through the closed door of the bedroom. He couldn’t help but smirk a little. That meant the man was distracted. It was always so much easier when they had their minds on something else.
“Whatever,” Elle’s voice was a little more snappy than she would have liked as she moved past Sylar. “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”
“Don’t fry him too much,” He chided her before flinging the bedroom door as well. Really, did people think something as simple as a lock could stop him? “If you do, then his brain matter will be useless to me.”
Elle was about to say something snappy in reply when her eyes spotted the victim. He was a man in his mid thirties, balding and looking far too skinny for his own good. He was curled up in a ball underneath several blankets, and had fallen asleep in front of the TV. “…He looks pretty ill for a healer,” She murmured with a raised brow.
“Maybe it’s a side effect of the power,” Like his hunger, he thought before he continued. “He can heal others, but it takes a toll on his own body” He sounded fascinated as he tried to figure it out, almost reverent.
“Good thing you took Pom-Pom’s power first then, otherwise you’d be pretty screwed.”
He had to bite his tongue from making a comment about her knowing all about him being screwed. It would only make things that more complicated. He just had to get this done with, heal her, and then it would all be finished. She would never stay with him after she knew what he really did. No more distractions, no more weakness, and he could do it without killing her again. He could only hope she’d tell him who tampered with her to begin with. It would make things so much easier if she did.
His attention was taken away from the electric blonde as he heard a stirring at the bed. The victim was waking up now, fear in his eyes. “P-please,” Ryan stammered, pressing himself against the headboard of his bed. “I d-don’t have anything worth taking.”
“But that’s where you’re wrong,” Sylar countered, his voice low and dangerous. “You have something very important. Invaluable, isn’t that right Elle?” He asked, looking over to his companion now.
“That’s right,” She agreed as she took a step closer, forming a ball of electricity into her hand now, sizzling and sparking. The smile on her face was anything but kind. “Now, are you going to give it to us easily, or do we have to take it the hard way?”
“P-please” The man begged again, eyes wide with terror, his body was practically shaking. “I don-don’t know what you’re t-talking about”
At that, Elle’s smile merely widened and she cracked her hand towards him, a blast of blue energy bursting out and into the victim’s body. “Guess we’re doing this the hard way.” She kept pushing out the lightening until she felt her wrist being grabbed as a sign to stop. She looked up to glare at Sylar. “I was just having a little fun, is that a crime?” She whined with a pout.
He couldn’t decide if that look was cute or annoying so he decided not to dwell on it for now. “I told you, if you fry him too much, he’ll be no good to me. “ And he let go of her now, turning his attention back to Ryan who was on the bed and crying in pain and fear now. He lifted his two fingers and began to slice across the forehead of the healer, watching from the corner of his eyes how Elle’s face seemed to light up at the sounds of pain.
Elle watched intently as he made his way over to Ryan now, picking through his brain carefully, looking for that special part. Even though she had seen him do it two times before, it still seemed so exciting to her. She couldn’t help but be enthralled.
“You know, the brain really is a fascinating thing, and we hardly use any of it,” Sylar murmured as he continued his work. “Most people just waste theirs, it’s really a sham-“ He broke off from his speech as he smiled. “Found it” And then he shuddered a little as he pulled out the power and absorbed it, the newness of it running through his veins like a drug would to a junkie.
“Got it?” She asked, taking a step toward him now. “What does it feel like when you take a new power?” Her voice was curious, almost playful, as if they were playing some kind of game and not taking people’s powers.
“It feels…it feels like” And without much else thought he grabbed her, not even caring that his hands were still bloody, and pulled her close, pressing a searing kiss against her lips. He groaned at the familiar taste of her mouth. He knew he shouldn’t do this, that she would hate him only more for it once she knew the truth, but he might never get the chance to do it again, and he’d rather this be their last kiss than that one of the beach. He finally pulled away, panting softly. “It feels something like that.”
Elle looked up at him, a mixture of desire and confusion in her eyes. “What was that for?” She asked in confusion. Not that she minded, but he had rebuked her advances during the last kill, and suddenly he was kissing her like no one had ever kissed her before. It just didn’t make any sense to her. There was that pounding in her head again, that small inkling that there was something she was missing here. Something important.
“To say I’m sorry,” He murmured meaning the words as much as he could. After all, it wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t handle the effects she had on him. That her power over him had scared him. That he was so quick to mistrust her because he had been looking for a reason to from the beginning. But before she could say anything else he took a step closer to her, placing his hands on her head and he closed his eyes, feeling the new power forming at his fingertips. He could almost see it, the broken pieces slowly beginning to form themselves together again, some of them old and rusted, some of them more newly broken, more easily fixed.
And then Elle let out a loud scream.
She remembered everything.
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: NC-17 (For chapter 4)
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". Chapter 6: Sylar and Elle go after the healer.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Please don't Go
Cause I finally know
That the past is gone
I know that I was wrong
I was wrong
-“More Than A Memory” Hoobastank
It was two days later that they arrived at t he home of Ryan Adams. It was a small apartment, Sylar couldn’t help but notice with a smirk. He didn’t see how someone with the power to heal people couldn’t figure out how to make money off of it. But that was their loss, he supposed.
Elle was behind him, looking at the old building for a moment before her face scrunched up in a look of disdain. “What a dump,” She muttered in an almost mischievous tone of voice. “This looks even homelier than the place you used to live in.”
Sylar couldn’t help but bristle at that comment. He hated when she did that, reminded him of when they first met, when she helped him live only to destroy him completely. Back then he had just been Gabriel Grey, a boy who had made a terrible mistake, and she was an angel with a broken watch. Only now he knew better, he was no longer Gabriel and she had never been an angel. She was more like a Siren, drawing him in to his doom, but he couldn’t seem to turn away. That’s why he had killed her in the first place, in hopes to break that spell. But she wasn’t dead, and now if he wanted to be released from her, he’d have to fix her first.
“I’m sure your room at the Company was a million times nicer,” He snapped back at her as he flung the door open with his powers. With his newly required sonic hearing he could hear the sounds of a television playing through the closed door of the bedroom. He couldn’t help but smirk a little. That meant the man was distracted. It was always so much easier when they had their minds on something else.
“Whatever,” Elle’s voice was a little more snappy than she would have liked as she moved past Sylar. “Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”
“Don’t fry him too much,” He chided her before flinging the bedroom door as well. Really, did people think something as simple as a lock could stop him? “If you do, then his brain matter will be useless to me.”
Elle was about to say something snappy in reply when her eyes spotted the victim. He was a man in his mid thirties, balding and looking far too skinny for his own good. He was curled up in a ball underneath several blankets, and had fallen asleep in front of the TV. “…He looks pretty ill for a healer,” She murmured with a raised brow.
“Maybe it’s a side effect of the power,” Like his hunger, he thought before he continued. “He can heal others, but it takes a toll on his own body” He sounded fascinated as he tried to figure it out, almost reverent.
“Good thing you took Pom-Pom’s power first then, otherwise you’d be pretty screwed.”
He had to bite his tongue from making a comment about her knowing all about him being screwed. It would only make things that more complicated. He just had to get this done with, heal her, and then it would all be finished. She would never stay with him after she knew what he really did. No more distractions, no more weakness, and he could do it without killing her again. He could only hope she’d tell him who tampered with her to begin with. It would make things so much easier if she did.
His attention was taken away from the electric blonde as he heard a stirring at the bed. The victim was waking up now, fear in his eyes. “P-please,” Ryan stammered, pressing himself against the headboard of his bed. “I d-don’t have anything worth taking.”
“But that’s where you’re wrong,” Sylar countered, his voice low and dangerous. “You have something very important. Invaluable, isn’t that right Elle?” He asked, looking over to his companion now.
“That’s right,” She agreed as she took a step closer, forming a ball of electricity into her hand now, sizzling and sparking. The smile on her face was anything but kind. “Now, are you going to give it to us easily, or do we have to take it the hard way?”
“P-please” The man begged again, eyes wide with terror, his body was practically shaking. “I don-don’t know what you’re t-talking about”
At that, Elle’s smile merely widened and she cracked her hand towards him, a blast of blue energy bursting out and into the victim’s body. “Guess we’re doing this the hard way.” She kept pushing out the lightening until she felt her wrist being grabbed as a sign to stop. She looked up to glare at Sylar. “I was just having a little fun, is that a crime?” She whined with a pout.
He couldn’t decide if that look was cute or annoying so he decided not to dwell on it for now. “I told you, if you fry him too much, he’ll be no good to me. “ And he let go of her now, turning his attention back to Ryan who was on the bed and crying in pain and fear now. He lifted his two fingers and began to slice across the forehead of the healer, watching from the corner of his eyes how Elle’s face seemed to light up at the sounds of pain.
Elle watched intently as he made his way over to Ryan now, picking through his brain carefully, looking for that special part. Even though she had seen him do it two times before, it still seemed so exciting to her. She couldn’t help but be enthralled.
“You know, the brain really is a fascinating thing, and we hardly use any of it,” Sylar murmured as he continued his work. “Most people just waste theirs, it’s really a sham-“ He broke off from his speech as he smiled. “Found it” And then he shuddered a little as he pulled out the power and absorbed it, the newness of it running through his veins like a drug would to a junkie.
“Got it?” She asked, taking a step toward him now. “What does it feel like when you take a new power?” Her voice was curious, almost playful, as if they were playing some kind of game and not taking people’s powers.
“It feels…it feels like” And without much else thought he grabbed her, not even caring that his hands were still bloody, and pulled her close, pressing a searing kiss against her lips. He groaned at the familiar taste of her mouth. He knew he shouldn’t do this, that she would hate him only more for it once she knew the truth, but he might never get the chance to do it again, and he’d rather this be their last kiss than that one of the beach. He finally pulled away, panting softly. “It feels something like that.”
Elle looked up at him, a mixture of desire and confusion in her eyes. “What was that for?” She asked in confusion. Not that she minded, but he had rebuked her advances during the last kill, and suddenly he was kissing her like no one had ever kissed her before. It just didn’t make any sense to her. There was that pounding in her head again, that small inkling that there was something she was missing here. Something important.
“To say I’m sorry,” He murmured meaning the words as much as he could. After all, it wasn’t her fault that he couldn’t handle the effects she had on him. That her power over him had scared him. That he was so quick to mistrust her because he had been looking for a reason to from the beginning. But before she could say anything else he took a step closer to her, placing his hands on her head and he closed his eyes, feeling the new power forming at his fingertips. He could almost see it, the broken pieces slowly beginning to form themselves together again, some of them old and rusted, some of them more newly broken, more easily fixed.
And then Elle let out a loud scream.
She remembered everything.