The first time he found her after that disastrous night on the beach, she had checked herself into a nondescript hotel not far from the hospital. She had half expected him to show up at some point to finish the job but couldn't find it in herself to care. She awoke from the first good sleep she had had in weeks to a room that hummed with a slumbering energy that was in sharp contrast to the odorless, flavorless dark that she had opened her eyes to for two weeks. My spidey sense is tingling, she thought briefly before her heart leapt up into her throat. She had thought she wouldn't care if he actually did decide he preferred her dead but found in that moment that she was wrong about something again. She did not want to die after all. Or rather, she did not want to die again.
He knew immediately that she was awake of course. Had the nerve to tell her that he did not want to hurt her - was not there to hurt her -
Bullshit!
She was out of bed and readying a charge that would make him permanently bald when she finally saw him in the electric glow of her power. His hands were out to his sides, his face open and his eyes earnest. She remembered the last time she had seen that look on his face. She had believed him, trusted him. Had almost thought that he actually cared about her! For one moment the pain that she had been holding back for the last few weeks flooded through her and she wanted him out! He saw her hesitate and took a step forward.
"Elle -" his voice full of something.
She charred him to a crisp.
She was grabbing shoes and money, a purse, before his body was even done smoking. She knew it wouldn't slow him down long. Knew how to kill him of course - take his head - but didn't even consider it as she was running. Felt weak as the thought passed her mind. Knew she might not ever be able to consider it, although she didn't really acknowledge that painful truth and the why behind it.