Just another day on the job
Summary: Perfect manicured red nails tap on the thick window. Brown eyes interlock with blue. Her lips twitch to a smile, his eyes narrow. A shiny new toy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Heroes. Duh. But I'm jelly of NBC.
Author's Note: Elle-centric fic. AU. Elle/Sylar. Current story takes place during Season 1, when Sylar is first captured by the Company after Homecoming. Story will cover Elle - and her interactions with Sylar- over Season 1, 2, & 3. I love comments/reviews! ;)
Rating: Mature for psychotic, dark themes.
Chapter 1
The sound of a heavy metal door vibrates down the hall. The inmates on level 5 all lift their heads in unison, listening intently. Shiny black spiked heels clank sharply on the concrete floor. Some prisoners attempt to make themselves invisible and unimportant, while the brave and insane ones shout cat calls to the petite blond agent. She trails her fingertips on the walls and windows slowly while humming a strange tune to an unfamiliar song.
She finds herself in front of the usually empty cell and is pleasantly surprised at the new addition. Her eyes are fixated on figure slumped on the cot. She stands frozen in front of the window, memorizes every tiny detail of the new prisoner. A million questions flood her mind - Who is he? How is he special? How much power can he take before he passes out? What does it sound like when he screams? Seconds, minutes, hours tick by and suddenly the prey begins to slowly stir. The beast within her mind screams with anticipation and excitement. She paces in front of the window like a hungry tiger, heels tapping fast and frantic. As she is about to make her move to strike, her attention is suddenly shifted down the hall.
Two agents are yelling at each other. She never bothers to learn their names, they are all the same black suits to her. A brilliant, bright light is blaring from one of the cells. She moves up silently behind them, a gifted ability for one to move so quietly in five inch stilettos.
"Dammit Thomson Jr.!" the heavier one shrieks, shielding his eyes. "I thought you had him under control!"
Elle peers into the window of cell 12, her eyes sparkling like a child on Christmas morning. What was the prisoners' name... Harry, Henry, Hewie... oh, yes. Mmmm. "Howard."
Both agents jump at her voice. Thomson Jr. responds with a raspy voice. "Ms. Bishop?"
"Hey there lover boys," she purrs, "Looks like you got a loose cannon on your hands."
The fat one glares at her, "We got it handled."
"Oh really? Looks like your little human eyes can't stand his shiny power." She giggles. "Me on the other hand, I've had plenty of practice with bright lights." Her eyes flare with her blue powers and she playfully zaps the fat suit. "I'll take care of him."
Ms. Bishop flashes a smirk to the agents and opens the cell door with a swipe of her Company card. Howard is in the corner of the room, brilliant bright light illuminating from every inch of his body. His eyes are closed, he looks peaceful and heavenly. He's got an air to him like he's a god even wearing a gray prison jumpsuit.
"Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids."
"Elle." His eyes snap open.
"That's my name, don't wear it out" her voice is sing-songy. His powers flair brighter but Elle doesn't falter. "That all you got old man?"
She zaps him with her pointer finger and the bolt of blue electricity pushes him across the other side of the cell. Elle does a movie star gasp, hand covering her mouth. "Whoops!" She laughs. "Glowing. How lame of a power is that?"
Howard stands and lifts his head high. "You cannot keep me here forever. No one can control me. I am all powerful." He releases his powers to his full potential, the room is near white.
"Narcissistic much?" Elle responds and begins to skips around the room gracefully even in a tight black pin suit skirt and heels. "It's funny really, a glowing man trying to blind a girl that loves bright sparkles!"
"You've been a bad, bad boy." She suddenly stops inches in front of him. Her voice goes dark. "You should have taken your pills like I told you to."
She releases a strong electrical burst of energy from the palms of both of her hands, forcing Howard to scream and cower to the floor. His luminance falters just enough for the other agents to run in to inject him with a needle filled with green liquid goop. The light levels return to normal in the cell as Howard is unconscious on the concrete. Elle zaps the prisoner harder. The smell the burnt flesh fills the room. Elle laughs and takes aim to strike again.
"That's enough Ms. Bishop, we need him alive." The fat suit barks.
"Oh pooh!" Elle smirks and trails her fingers down Agent Johnson's chest, "Mmm, you're so yummy I could eat you." She throws her head back and laughs at his nervousness.
The agents turn back to the unconscious prisoner, ignoring her. Elle pouts to herself. The fact that the agents do not praise Elle for her help is infuriating. Her need for approval is overwhelming. But she's a good actress, doesn't want to show that the silly men hurt her pride. Elle fakes a yawn, "You suits and glowing boy are boring. No fun at all."
Elle skips back to the far cell, electricity playfully trailing behind her dance.
Perfect manicured red nails tap on the thick window. Brown eyes interlock with blue. Her lips twitch to a smile, his eyes narrow. A shiny new toy.