Hey Guys! Reviewing makes me a happy writer. Got this idea from the anger over the quick and unfortunately spotty end of Eclipse....
Posted this while watching the world series... :) Go Yankees!
Disclaimer: Do not own Heroes....yet ;)
Sylar had killed her. That she was certain of. She remembered the fear and anguish as his single finger slid across her vision and pain filled her senses. She remembered that even then, his body felt good above her…No. She cannot even consider anything but hatred for that man. He had betrayed her. Her body shivered in terror at the thought. The sea wind caused her blonde locks to slide across her glistening eyes as the sand beneath her settled.
Elle was very certain she died, yet here she was lying completely fine on the beach and completely naked. Her skin prickled as a thin sheen of electricity trickled down her frame. Not only was she alive, she felt good. The energy coursed through her veins and the air around her cracked. The level of energy she always felt when reaching for her power seemed to grow exponentially from before her "death". She grinned as she lifted her body from the beach and looked over the ocean. At least she still has what makes her so special. She looked around at the scene around her. The sun was rising over the blue peaks of water and she was alive to see it.
Elle stretched, her tendons cracking and limbs easing into use. She has always been somewhat resourceful, yet she couldn't think of anything to replace her nudity. She's certainly never been self-conscious but she wasn't one to let her goods out on a platter. As if answering her conundrum, she caught sight of a set of clothes just before the surf. Scrambling to them, she let out a shriek as she saw the picture of Britney Spears on the shirt supplied to her. Elle picked at the atrocity as if it would sprout fangs, and then after an obvious look of disgust, shrugged sliding the shirt over her frame.
The beach was deserted. It wasn't quite tourist season and the only sign of life was a few gulls perched above the tide awaiting their meals to present themselves. Elle started away from the shore. She had no plan. She wasn't expecting resurrection in her near future so her docket was relatively free. Of such matters of her revival, Elle chalked it up to some freaky occurrence that just happens to a girl like her. She had no cell phone, no money, and no clue to her present state. And to top matters, her stomach was starting to ache for substance. As if on cue to the rumbling of hunger emitted from her gut, a black cat scurried up to her with a fat mouse in its jaws. Elle wasn't as pleased as this feline seemed to be on its kill.
"Nice..but no.." Elle replied to the insistent animal as it blocked her path.
She went around the cat and mouse and continued on. Only a few seconds later, she heard a pitiful meow from behind her. The cat had dropped its prey and looked expectantly at her. Did that thing expect her to eat that? Elle laughed at herself. This is what she's taken down to? Associating with feral cats on a deserted island resort? She really must be losing it.
"Get! Go! Scat!" was just a few of her attempts at getting the animal away from her.
As her temper was finally lost, she started to charge her power. She gasped. Something has changed. Her power felt…different. She looked down at the charge she generated and realized that both her arms up to her elbow were just bundles of electricity. This is new. Elle concentrated a little more, having completely forgotten about the troublesome cat, and with more effort and energy both her arms up to her shoulder now were transformed into charged bundles of electricity. She still had formed arms but now they were a different type of matter.
The power was thrilling and bewildering at the same time. Never in her entire life could she produce results such as these. She has also never died before either so she has no idea what to expect now. Or did she really die? Pacing back and forth as the electric current died down in her and her arms returned to normal, she heard a soft meow. The cat was still there! It stood there, watching Elle. She laughed. The cat had guts. She'd give it that.
"You know what they say about curiosity right?" Elle said almost with a friendly tone.
"Why are you talking to a cat?" asked a distinctly African tone from behind her.
Elle jumped and immediately was on alert as she generated a charge in her arms, yet not firing…yet.
"Who the hell are you?" asked Elle as she eyed the man cautiously.
He reminded her of the Haitian. That quiet disposition and ever knowing look was pronounced by his sharp bone structure and cedar wood walking stick. The only thing out of persona was his clothing. Elle almost smiled at the Jonas Brother's band Tee shirt he courageously wore.
"It does not matter who I am," the man spoke calmly as he leaned upon his cane with a casual demeanor, "The important thing is I know you and I know you need answers only I can give. I see also that you have taken advantage of the clothes I left for you."
"Well, I can't say you have tastes. How do you know me and what the hell is happening?" Elle asked still not dropping her attack mode as her arms continued to crack with electric current.
"Simple. You are on a spirit quest. And this," he pointed at the cat that was still staring at Elle with an odd fascination, "is your spirit animal."
"And that," replied an exasperated Elle, "is bullshit. I want real answers and I'm not going to say please."
Elle lifted her arms as she was losing her patience with this wacko. "So angry. He has hurt you very deep. I also know you were not whole even before his deception. Like a strong current in a tumult ocean, your life has battered you until the very distinctions that made you good have been smeared. But they are there still. His betrayal still runs deep. Your power however runs deeper and it was your power that allowed you to come back to this world."
Elle was shaken. She was taken aback by the depth of his knowledge of her. She was shaken by his analysis of Gab…Sylar's actions. Mostly, she felt calm. For some reason despite the fact that he knew much about her, she beyond any reasonable doubt believed he was harmless; that he had no ulterior motive like so many others in her life. She let down her attack but remained wary. She wasn't an idiot.
"What about my powers?" she asked as the cat began to rub her leg.
She nudged the feline away but to no avail. Just as she was about to send a kick its way, the strange man picked up the cat.
"That is not nice. You are not where you need to be. You are not a person who should be kicking cats or killing people for that matter," the man replied disappointingly.
"Well, if I needed a fucking shrink I wouldn't be talking to you. I am perfectly happy with who I am. Now, are you going to answer my question or not?" she asked, her voice rising in aggravation.
"I will answer all your questions if you agree to do something for me," the strange man bargained.
"Figures…" Elle couldn't hide the hurt in her voice; just another person who wants something from her.
"You must come with me so that I shall teach you calm. So that I shall help you find your true self," he announced.
"What?! Why? That seems very strange that you are asking me, a complete stranger, to let you help me in something I obviously do not need help in." she sputtered in shock.
"This is the path we need to take. I have seen it," he defended.
"So, you can see my future?" she asked.
"I can only see mine. You are in it, for awhile. I am to help you to your full potential so that you may meet the man who killed you and be prepared to help reshape the future of your life, his, and the entire world," he spoke as if this was a common occurrence.
"I will not seek him out," her hands clinched as her voice quivered to reveal the fear and hurt behind her spite.
"You will, for you must. I fear that your future along with the rest of the worlds' will be very dark if you decide to hide under a rock," he chided her hoping for a response.
She was crumbling. She didn't want Sylar to know she was alive. He had hurt her far worse than anyone else in her life. She thought she loved him at one time. She just doesn't have the courage and energy anymore to face him. This odd man must see this.
"I don't think I can take seeing him again," she grudgingly admitted.
"Not now. But I shall reshape you. I will help you. You will be strong again," he put his hand on her shoulder and smiled.
No one has ever smiled like that. Like he had hope for her.
"So, how did my power save me?" she asked with a slight, almost shy, face.