Author's Note: SPOILERS (if you haven't seen Season 3: Episodes 10, 11, & 12). I wanted to have my own version of what was going through Elle's mind as she was dying. This is my explanation of why she didn't fight back.
Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes. If I did, this oneshot would never have been written. Why? Because in my world, Gabriel is making waffles for Elle and little Noah right about now.
Wreck of the Day
Your head is being sliced open by an invisible knife, and it hurts like hell. He has your power, and he's killing you. Your own power is killing you. Even as you're dying the irony isn't lost on you.
It's been a really insane day. It isn't often that your powers are taken away and then given back all in the same day. Oh, and you got shot, too. That didn't feel so good, either. And somewhere in all that you were with a guy for the very first time ever. And you think you might be with him forever. But then he finds out you've been lying to him, and then, you don't know why, but you're on a random beach somewhere.
But you're okay. You've been through so much and your leg hurts so bad. But you're okay, because he's there. And he promised that you could have exactly what you want. And to you that means that he's always going to be there for you. 'Cause he's all you want.
But apparently he doesn't want you anymore. And apparently damaged goods can't be fixed. You can't fight back. Partly because you don't want to. He might be killing you, but you still loved him and you can't put that aside to fight. Not when it's so much easier to just let go.
And it's partly because you just can't, you don't have that kind of ability anymore. He took some of your power, and you're not that temperamental, almost invincible ball of electricity anymore. You still have some of your power, but it's not enough. It just isn't enough. Not when you're up against everything he is.
You waited your whole life just to drown in his deep eyes and now you are for real. Drowning. Sinking deeper and deeper. You've been through a lot in your life, but you have the feeling you're not going to get through this one. And it really sucks, because when he came into your life with that possessive, drawling voice and that strong, warm body and that sweet and gentle and strangely twisted personality, everything changed—for the better. Because your whole world shifted when you held him in your arms on the floor of his dusty little shop. Because you were needed, and you thought that for once you just might belong to someone who wanted you. You put everything in his hands and he dropped it on the floor to watch it shatter like glass.
And yet you wouldn't take it back. Not any of it. Not loving him, not being with him, not letting him take you and heal you and love you and break you into pieces.
Because he was everything to you. Or, at least, he could have been. You think. As everything fades to black . . .