Guillotine

"I thought you were dead; I killed you," he said, his voice broken as he tried to endure her electricity. Elle snorted as she directed another handful of electricity at him, rendering him motionless.

"I could work that out for myself, thanks. You just talked about this never-change-shit and then you cut my head!"

"But how did you survive? I mean, I burned you; I cremated you!"

Elle's eyes widened and let out a sort of high-pitched laugh.

"Oh, have you decided to change your killing style now, Sylar? You decided to mix me with the sand," she said madly at him as she emitted more electricity, turning his shirt into ashes slowly. He couldn't help but to be hurt of what she said. It feels different whenever she calls him Sylar.

"How could you do this to me? You kissed me a damn several times and kill me afterwards? What are you playing at, huh? I've had enough of your bullshit, and I swear that I'm going to kill you this time,"

He tried to move his right hand and pinned her on the wall telekinetically, that made her partially still. He stood up and went near her, but she avoided his gaze and tried to produce another bolt of electricity from her hand. She failed for her wrists were tied on the wall, as though it was tied in an invisible rope, neither can she point the gun at him.

"Let me go! You son of a bi--!"

"Listen to me first Elle," he said seriously as he met her eyes; they were full of hatred.

"I don't wanna hear your fucked up nonsense ever again!"

"I'll just have to ask you a few questions. I just want to clear things," he said seriously, but she gave him a reproachful look. "Why did you lie to me about my parents? You should have told me the truth elle; you broke my heart."

Elle's face went gloomy, she could feel tears swelling up in her eyes, but she prevented it from falling.

"Why would I lie to you? They never told me anything about your parents," she said in a muffled voice, looking away from him. Sylar waited for the tingling sensation that signifies that she's lying. But he didn't feel any. He was wrong about her; she didn't lie. He should have let her live, he shouldn't let his feelings overcome him.

"I'm sorry," he said weakly, with a great remorse in his voice. He released his telekinetic hold on her.

"Sorry?! After you killed me, you're only going to say sorry? Damn you, Sylar; I hate you! For all the promises that you made, I hate you!" She shouted at him, she was in the verge of tears once again, "You gave me the reason to live, and you made me dream of a normal life and my own family! You made me happy; you gave me hope when I was about to give up. But you they went way; and it's all because of you, "

She pointed her gun at him, her hands shaking; she was crying, "maybe you're right Sylar; nobody changes. I'm still the monster my father created."

"What are you doing, Elle?" He asked. He took a few steps towards her, despite the fact that anytime she will shoot him.

"I want you dead, Sylar. I want you to suffer like I did," then she fired at him, the bullet aiming at his head. He stopped the bullet telekinetically, and the others she tried to fire again. She cursed under her breath when she realized that she ran out of bullets. He redirected the bullets on the stone wall of the alley, and walked towards her.

"Do you still love me, Elle?" He asked as he was inches away from hers; his eyes fixed on her weary face. Elle looked at him; her face determined when she said,

"No."