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Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters
Summery: Elle Bishop. Basically, all centered around her or people in love with her or friends with her. all one shots, all different people or situations.
A/N Request a couple if you want and i shall do my very best. this is only a friendship one by the way.
People don't always understand storms. They either study them or they're afraid of them, they like them or they don't but no one really knows how a storm feels.
Elle did, sitting at a window in Pinehearst, she was waiting to see the big boss man, waiting for forever, it seemed.
A storm was raging, right outside the wondow, stroms, Elle mused, were untamable, you can't just say when a lightning bolt will strike, you can't be sure of where it will hit. Elle wondered if she could control or at least harness the lightning within it, maybe it could heal her, make her better again. the cracks in her soul were letting through spare lightning to cause the tremours that hurt her so much.
She didn't want to get her powers taken, not really. They helped her, kind of guided her.
She didn't like the dark, not scared of it exactly, just didn't like it, but with her powers she could make light whenever she wanted. Well, she could before the tremours started.
Sighing, Elle climbed to her feet and opened the window. Finding it to be a french door, Elle felt a spark of happiness until she realised that to feel the lightning and the storm, she would have to feel the water.
Another thing she didn't like. In that way Elle considered herself to be like a cat. Water would hurt her, whether it wanted to or not. Maybe, Elle thought, maybe the water doesn't know that it hurts me, maybe it thinks its okay.
She could feel the storm, it was almost calling to her, wishing she would join it and dance in the lightning. Smiling, Elle reached out her hand, wanting to feel the small sting of the water, kissing her pale skin. But just as the water hit, another treamour travvelled down her body, sending mroe then just a little bit of pain thorugh her system.
Crying out, Elle jerked backwars, resting her head as she turned on the wall behind her. Tears streaked their way down her pain filled face.
"No!" she whispered, "Why?" as the tremours started to face. And yet the tears still brought sparks form her skin, burning and tingling until soemone reached out and swiped them from her face.
Eyes snapping oped, Elle almost screamed when she saw the face that haunted her dreams.
Sylar.
"You!" She hissed, crawling side wards since her back ahd been against a wall already.
Sylar made no move to stop her, didn't even blink when she threw a bolt at him. Only stumbled when she threw herself at him after all the electricity she possessed failed to kill him. Held her as she crumbled, crying into his T-Shirt.
"I'm sorry," He whispered "You have no idea how sorry i am."
Elle knew it shouldn't be enough. Knew she should hate him, destroy him like he destroyed her. But she didn't, couldn't. it wasn't that she was in love with him, she didn't really even like him a little. He murdered her father, how could she not hate him? how could she even consider letting him live?
Elle couldn't answer her own brain.