A/N: One of the things I find most fascinating about Heroes is Elle and her relationship with Sylar. It took a long time for me to see, but now I realize that they both really were like lost children, but also insecure and with self-destructing tendencies, and that's why they ended on this heartbreaking note. I see so much emotion in the scene when he kills her, that I felt the need to write this story. Don't forget to review!
I really loved you.
These words echo in my head as he lifts his finger and drags it slowly in the air above the top of my head. The pain is excruciating, and I gasp at the pain. But the pain going right through me and into my soul is much more severe. I would say that I don't deserve an ending like this. But the truth is… I do.
I manipulated him from the start. Our whole relationship was based on deception. I was the one person he truly trusted, truly loved. And I had betrayed him. I had hurt him worse than anyone.
I was the one who made him this creature that now stares down at me. A monster. He used to be so sweet, and look at him now. Covered in blood, towering over me with an evil smile, sucking the life out of me. And it's my fault. I did this to him.
He had tried to ignore his powers, but I made him hungry for the power. I saved his life, and instead of helping him live it right, I hurt him even more. I made him fall in love with me and then made him jealous, jealous enough to kill. But even then I didn't stop torturing him. I am a truly horrible person. I feel a tear roll down my cheek. Death really isn't as quick and easy as it is said to be.
I could have had a fresh start with him. He truly loved me, and I loved him back. But my loyalty to my father had gotten in the way. It always did. And I realize now, with my last breaths, that he only pretended to care as a way to manipulate me. I was dedicated to the wrong man. And now look at me. Lying on an empty beach, a broken mess, dying.
I look up into the eyes of my killer. And I see in them a pain like no other. He is hurting more than me, worse than the pain ripping through my head, and it's all my fault. Him being the one to end my reign of terror is simply poetic justice. I deserve this.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, unsure if the words even leave my mouth. Just hoping that in some way, he can hear them. I would say that I don't deserve an ending like this, but truth is…
The last thing I see is a tear roll down his face.