Title: oh my be my valentine?
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sylar, Elle with a side dish of other canon characters
Summary: The news tells him wherever she goes (she is electric, remember), out of control.
Author's note: spoilers for upcoming episodes, spec. 3x08. AU as it changes, or add to, certain episodes.
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first.
She serves him dinner, herbs mashed together with the bloodstains on the wall, her with a Betty Crocker smile in the open doorway before skipping of to see the wizard.
Erasing the taste of her skin, the rancid coffee in the mornings (sad, sad, sad eyes the colour of blue).
Out of sight, out of mind.
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second
Another name on the list - a painter cracked up on heroine and he feels the rush through the red that gathers on his fingers, covers the blood with oily paints that clings for days. Paints in twos, endless possibilities.
Drops of red on her forehead, a violent scream. Little blonde angels running in a field.
Restart.
Hands washed clean, images of a black haired boy, eyes shining with good and a world that goes boom.
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third
In a flash of red she comes to life again (a Barbie doll out of the plastic). Grown and guilty, all vicious curves and flirtatious smiles just across the street.
Eye to eye, flashes of the past, then running.
She is hunting now, drowning in guilt (look, look what you did) and she stumbles on the finishing line - escape.
Panting around the corner, (lust) want, (touch) need - (must) have.
Later he corners her in the rain. Sunny nights dressed in white, and hunting for another (check list), on streets where lies and spins never sleeps.
It's fast and loose, and she isn't singing happy tunes (drops of water on her skin), but he leaves smiling.
A bruising kiss, the taste of cherry chopstick. Punishment, aching, for past (in)sanity (yeah, yeah, computer boy).
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fourth
She is the hunter who becomes the prey (fun, fun, fun) and he runs in circles round and round to catch a glimpse of little Elle with blue lightning in her hands.
In his wake he leaves an amassed collection of blood, tied together with a pretty bow (birthday, Christmas - oh my, be my valentine?)
Courting gifts for a woman (girl) with a broken heart (mind).
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Sixth
Catching up is hard to do - a silly sister's tears and angry man (pretty, pretty Mohinder with all the names). A gun (weak, oh how he aches), running and then - burning fire reigns his back, splinters of glass in his hand.
Hurt.
He will return and her heart he will burn.
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Interlude
This is how it ends.
Five floors down, all battered and grey walls touched with gold he pins her down, bathes in ice lightning and crashes into captivity (family).
Never the same (suit and tie, hair slicked back) he roams corridors that once contained.
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Seventh
Brother oh brother, tell me a story (surveillance tapes in corny grey).
Sweet little girl in tight clothes, a bed and kisses sweet as molasses. Anger burns inside, away you go, mother (is it really so?) calls, horn rimmed glasses and hatred standing by.
Out to hunt, to catch and kill.
(Why did she leave?)
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Eight
Fly little bird, high in the sky. The news tells him wherever she goes (she is electric, remember), out of control.
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Nine
A brother for a brother, sins of a mother/father duly noted. Light voices on the outside, female and soft, a body hitting asphalt, running feet on pavement, moving closer (indoors).
(She is) here, here, here.
Beating heart, a father's question. Banished to his room. Waiting with eager breath ( a child on Christmas morn´)
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Beginning
An empty hallway, inside the room, an open doorway and a chair, feet planted steadily on the floor (rubber soles). Father (oh father where were thou) in the corner, little Elle in chains (sparkle, sparkle little star).
"Father dear, just for me?"
Head bent, a touch of lips, her forever he will keep.
Fin.