Around 7 months ago – Unknown Beach
"You're hurting me," Elle said weakly as Sylar lent into her, on the soft, warm sand.
"I know," Sylar replied.
He lifted his finger into the air, and was about to telekinetically cut into Elle's forehead, when a small splash of the ocean made him stop. He looked up. His dark eyebrows tilted into a frown. Elle brushed her blonde hair from her face. There was another splash. Sylar stood up, and walked menacingly over to the sea.
"Elle! You must come with me!" a voice whispered from behind her.
Elle rolled over slightly and looked up. Hiro Nakamura was gazing down at her. He smiled his cute, slightly chubby cheeked smile at her, and pushed his glasses further up the outside of his nose with a finger. He leant down to her, and grasped his hand in hers. It was soft, and Elle was momentarily moved by the touch of another. Living under the company, Elle was isolated all her life, and now her father was dead, though it pained her, she was free to do as she pleased. With a pop, Hiro teleported Elle away from the beach.
"What the…?" Sylar muttered, running over to where Elle had vanished. "It was a distraction!"
Sylar roared. He now had a new goal, to discover if Mr Bennet was lying; was Arthur Petrelli his real father? He reached into his pocket where Elle had leant him her phone, the list of people with abilities appeared on the menu. To Sylar, it was almost like a lunch menu…
6 and a half months after the destruction of Primatech and Pinehurst
"I'm coming!" Elle yelled at the front door.
The knocking persisted, so Elle flung open the door. She smiled as she came face to face with Noah Bennet, one of the last people from her old life she's seen in 7 months.
"Hey cheerleader's dad," Elle said, slightly lamely.
"Elle Bishop! So the rumours are true… Heard you'd got yourself killed, obviously, they were wrong," Noah said.
He entered her apartment and removed his horn rimmed glasses. She closed the door, and rolled her eyes.
"Can't get rid of me that easily," she said defiantly. "What do you want?"
"You need a job right?" Noah asked.
"It's… difficult. I'm a company girl through and through, it's all Elle can do," Elle said, shrugging slightly.
"Well this job sounds perfect for you," Noah said, polishing his glasses with his sleeve.
"Bag and tag?" Elle asked, smiling slightly.
"Nothing else," Noah said, smiling as well.
"Who for?" Elle asked. "I don't work for anyone."
"Nathan Petrelli certainly isn't anyone," Noah replied.
"Why does Petrelli want a bag and tag? And who?" Elle asked, thinking it would be Angela Petrelli who wanted her employment.
"Everyone. Anyone who has an ability," Noah said.
"What about pom-pom?" Elle asked, smirking slightly.
"Claire's not included in that list, because I'm lending a hand. You won't be either, if you agree," Noah replied.
There was a ring as Elle's phone went off in her pocket. She pulled it out, and flipped up the case. It was a text from an unknown sender. Noah leaned over casually, but Elle pulled it away from him. Elle read the message and replied. Noah waited, casually leaning on the doorframe. The conversation went as follows:
Don't accept Bennet's offer! – Unknown Sender
Who is this? – Elle Bishop
A friend. Do not accept! – Unknown Sender
What's your name? – Elle Bishop
REBEL – REBEL
What's going on? – Elle Bishop
Petrelli's turning on his own kind, rounding up those with abilities. Don't accept! – REBEL
Elle closed her phone, and put it back in her pocket. It rang again almost immediately, and Elle pulled it back out.
DON'T ACCEPT! – REBEL
End of part 1.
