Title: The Point Of It All (Chapter 3)
Pairing/Characters: Sylar/Elle, Angela, Hatian, others.
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Summary: Elle is brought back to life to serve a purpose for the Company, but is it a service she wants to perform? Does she even have a choice? AU after 3x12 "Our Father". Chapter 3: Sylar and Elle go to kill Marie Perkins. Angela discuses her plans with Noah.
I wanted to help, help destroy the world.
I wanted, I wanted to be that special girl.
-Angels Fuck by Jack off Jill
Sylar sighed a little to himself as she made him pull over for a third Slush-O. It was bad enough that they had to stop to get clothes for her before they headed out (his shirts fit Elle well enough, but his parts were far too large for her petite frame). At this rate, they would never get to Marie Perkins. It was times like these that he really wished he had killed Hiro or Peter. Teleportation would certainly make this whole process a lot easier. Or flight. That was one he might have to swing back to California for. He remembered seeing a name on Elle's cell phone for that power- West. But for now, he was trying to get back some of the powers he had lost due to the Shanti Virus, and Marie had one of his favorites. Superhuman hearing had all sorts of uses, especially when on the run, or trying to sneak up on someone. Or listen in on a conversation that could be useful for you.
He couldn't help but grin just thinking about it, getting back onto the highway.
Elle sucked on the straw of her Cherry Slush-O, licking some off her lips before laughing a little. "Whatever it is you're thinking of, it must be something pretty bad to make you smile like that. You look like the devil. Or the Chesire Cat"
"Does that make you Alice? I can't see you in a blue dress like that somehow." Though he wouldn't min- No, thinking like that was a distraction, and he had to stay focused, no matter how much she licked her lips like that. More and more, he remembered why he killed her in the first place, she clouded up his thoughts. He had to gather more powers so he could hunt down the information on his real parents. That was more important than anything.
"You know they made this game where Alice went back to Wonderland and it was all fucked up and stuff, so she had to murder everyone. She ran around with a giant steak knife. Daddy took away my copy once he realized what the game was really like," She pouted a little at this. "He said he didn't want to encourage my psychotic tendencies. Or something like that. I don't think taking the game away helped much though."
He couldn't help laugh a little at that as the stolen care roared across the state line. "Probably not. People don't change. Not people like us"
"What changed your mind anyways? You seemed so stuck on being a good boy before" She took another sip of her drink. "Or was that all an act to try to impress the Petrelli Mama and Papa?"
"It was…" He sighed, his mind flashing back to what he told her back on that beach. He had meant it. They were too messed up to change. If anything, her willingness to go along with him on this killing spree only proved it. He really should just get rid of her…but just because they were damaged, did they have to be alone? He had to wonder. "It was me trying to be who I wasn't. I like power, I like having new powers, and I like taking people apart. I missed it. Doing it again was like a breath of fresh air."
"Doing it again?" She blinked in confusion at that question now. "What do you mean? Did you go out and kill someone while I was asleep?" It really bothered her, how fuzzy her brain was being between the car place and that hotel. What had happened in between then? He didn't have the Hatian's power; he couldn't tamper with memories, so why couldn't she remember?
"No, it was more like you were dead at the time," He said a little hollowly.
Her eyes widened and she hit him in the arm before pouting and taking another sip of her Slush-O. "Don't joke like that. It's not even funny"
So she really didn't remember. He didn't know whether to be glad or disappointed. "Sorry," He murmured under his breath, falling silent now. It was dark; they'd probably have to stay in the place for the night. But first, he wanted to find that woman's house first. He wouldn't be able to sleep until he took her power anyways. Finally, he found the right street, pulling into the drive way and shutting off the car now.
"So are you coming inside or waiting here?" He asked with a raised brow. He was still unsure what kind of role Elle wanted to play in this. Did she just plan on being a lookout, or a full on accomplice? He had never had someone help him kill before. It was a strange idea. But not wholly unappealing.
"Coming inside." She grinned, drinking the last of her frozen treat before throwing the cup down on the floor. The slush-o had dyed her lips red, and made them look only that much more appealing. Sylar shook it off, getting out of the car as he began to mentally shift gears. Marie would probably be asleep, which would make this much easier.
Elle got out and followed him to the door. It was locked, but with his telekinesis, it didn't matter and he forced it open easily enough. He made his way down the hall when suddenly he felt a bat to his face.
"I heard you coming, I always hear them coming. You're from that Company, aren't you?" The woman was tall and in her mid thirties with long, brown hair pinned to her head in a messy bun. "I told them already, I don't want any of their help, I'm doing fine on my own."
"Is that so?" He asked with a smirk and a raised brow. "I'm not from the Company, I'm an independe-" And before he could finish his sentence Marie had begun to take another swig, only to crumple to the ground, crying out in agony as wave of blue lighting hit her body. He glanced behind him where Elle was standing proudly.
"Aren't you going to say thank you?" She purred, leaning up against the wall now.
"Maybe later," He murmured, though he couldn't help but smile a little at her before turning his attention to Marie once more. He brought up his signature fingers, and used her paralysis from the electricity to his advantage as he tore through her skull, almost reveling in the sound of agony she gave out. Really, there was more satisfaction to getting powers this way then through empathy.
He then crouched down on the ground, pulling off the skull of the woman. It was only then he looked up at Elle. "You might want to look away at this part, the only girl who's ever seen it said it was disgusting" Of course, that had been Claire, and she probably everything was disgusting. But he didn't even wait for an answer before he began digging around in the brain. If he waited too long, the power would disappear, and what would be the point?
"I've seen you do it before, can't be any worse now than it was then," She replied with a shrug of her shoulders. He grimaced a little at the reference to her betrayal to him, but didn't focus on it much before he found what he was looking for, pulling it out and absorbing it with a satisfied smile. It seemed almost fitting that she would watch the monster she helped create in action. But he wondered now if he really would have never killed again if she had never betrayed her. He probably would have, eventually. The draw of powers was just too strong to him.
He got up, making his way to the bathroom to wash his hands. "We might as well stay here for the night. Seems like she lived alone, and it'll save us the cost of a hotel." Plus, there was something exciting about staying in the home of someone he killed. Especially with Elle there.
"Works for me" She replied with a shrug of her shoulders. She followed him into the bathroom, leaning up to wrap her around him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You know, I've never seen you like that before, so focused, so intense. It was kind of hot." There was a teasing, almost flirty tone of his voice that he had only heard from her once or twice before, but it made his body tingle. Could giving in to her be so bad?
She was tampered with though. Someone was clearly using her to get to him. If he instigated things between them again, it would only be playing into that manipulator's hand.
He took a deep breath, gently pushing her off of him now, trying to ignore the loud sound of how fast both of their hearts seemed to be going right now. So he excited her as much as she excited him, that was goo- no it was bad. She was distracting him again. He took a deep breath before firmly saying, "I'll take the master bedroom, and you take the guest room. We both need to get to sleep because it's going to be a longer drive to tomorrow's victim"
She raised a brow at that just a little. She had been disappointed, and almost a little hurt that he had pushed her away so easily, but maybe she had read things wrong earlier. Maybe he didn't have feelings for her anymore. He was just keeping her around to be useful. Which is all anyone ever seemed to keep her around for, but for now, she'd deal with it. She'd just have to convince him later just how useful she could be. She just grinned at him before asking. "Who's the next victim, and what do they do?"
"His name is Ryan Adams, and he can heal people"
~*~*~*~*~
"You realize you sent a sociopath with botched up memory to help a psychopath, right?" Noah Bennet demanded as he stared at Angela in her office. He had been reluctant to continue working with the Company, but Sylar was on the loose again and he had helped create that monster, and that monster had gotten his Claire, so now he was going to help destroy him.
"I am well aware of who I sent. But she's the only one who can tame him" Angela replied in a calm voice, folding one hand over the other in front of her on the desk.
"Tame him?" Noah laughed a little hollowly, shaking his head at her now. "She's more likely to encourage him than anything else. The girl isn't right in her head, you know just as well as I do how much all that testing Bob did on her messed her up. Just what do you expect her to do that's going to tame her?"
And to that question, Angela simply smiled. "I expect her to get pregnant. That's what"