Title: The End
Summary: Three, unrelated scenarios all based on that stupid scene
Author note: This had to be written to get out all anger at 3x11. Apparently venting is good for you. This is just a few different scenarios that I wrote to try to justify Sylar's actions. Not that that is possible. Plus it's the first creative word I've written in weeks. x
She lied to him.
They all lied to him.
They were all going to pay, but she was going to pay first.
He wanted her to feel pain, feel pain as he did. The never-ending pain. The hunger.
She whimpered and the sick part of him enjoyed it. Just a few hours ago, he had been helping her, comforting her. Now he was the one hurting her.
It felt so good.
She did not fight back; she did not beg him to stop. She knew she was going to die and she accepted it. It did not stop her crying out in pain, though.
She was just another liar in this sick, fucked-up world.
She was going to pay for it, but not like this.
She did not deserve to be relieved of the pain. Not yet, anyway.
He stopped.
He walked away.
She moaned.
He did not look back.
He left her to bleed to death on the sand.
Left her alone.
Just like him.
A blue spark escaped her.
Fighting until the end, she was like him in that respect.
It was not like the last time, it was just a small flicker of electricity. A small flicker of life.
She was always so full of life.
She sighed. She had sighed back in the Canfields' home. Her hair had smelled of strawberries than too, just as it did now.
The hunger left, it was gone and all it left in its place was regret and sorrow.
It was not deep. Maybe a part of him had not wanted to hurt her all along.
Her blue eyes, now dark, stared at him full of hurt and betrayal.
He released her from his grip and she stumbled up, pushing him away, putting as much distance between the two of them as possible. She trembled, taking shaky steps away from him until she was running and falling and crawling. Anything to get away from the monster he was. She was soon out of sight.
He did not go after her. It was too late now. He had already smashed the fragile glass foundations they had built their relationship upon leaving nothing but the lies and deceit they had pretended they could not see.
There was a pulse of blue in the distance, filling up the sky. The lights went out in the city one by one, plunging them into darkness.
All the lights had gone out and everyone knows that is when the monsters come out to play.
Time to have some fun, starting at the Bennett house.
It was all her fault. She had led him to this from the very start.
She made him care. He hated her for that.
She had turned him into a monster; she had used him.
Then she had helped him redeem himself.
But the worst thing she had done? She had made him feel special.
That was all he had ever wanted to be. Special.
He had lost all his powers and he had not even cared because he had her. He had them back now though, and he had realised there was no feeling better than this. He had felt so powerful.
So he did what he did best.
He did not open up her brain, did not look inside her mind. For once, he did not want to know what made her tick, how she worked. It was not about taking her power either- he already had that.
This was punishment, revenge.
So he doused her body in kerosene and set it alight using one of her own blue sparks. He did not hang around; he had to pay his parents a visit.
Ever since I watched this episode yesterday, all I could think about was what a fucked up ending it was. Seriously, the eclipse disappearing would not create that much of a flip in his personality. And Elle deserves a way better ending than that.
Here's hoping there is a decent reason for this latest twist. And that Elle's alive. x