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The wind on her neck felt nice.
However, she didn't need the people down below causing a ruckus. She wasn't committing suicide; she had been tossed over by a serial killer.
But hey, whatever suits your fancy. Giselle faced her palms towards the ground and let her self be engulfed by the shadows. Sylar growled when he saw her sitting on the edge of the building again.
"You really shouldn't have done that." she muttered, tying her hair in a ponytail. She flicked her hand, and Sylar's arm twisted behind him. He howled in pain, and then quickly thrust his other hand to her, causing her nose to break. She growled and lunged at him. Electricity shot out of her hand and right into his chest, causing him to fly backwards. He lay on the ground, his body convulsing in pain on the floor. She kicked him in the side.
"Thats for breaking my damn nose." she growled as she held it with one hand. She started for the door, when a sharp pain hit her scalp. She yelped in pain, and suddenly her vision blurred red. She heard a soft snicker behind her. He dragged her towards him, and forced Giselle to face him. His finger was still poised in the air, and his hair was messy.
"Stupid girl." he smirked, and started to continue on her forehead.
"Hardly." Giselle coughed out, and focused all her energy on the shadows around her. Sylar gasped at the new sensation. Darkness snaked up his trench coat, and seeped into his skin. He screamed in pain, and dropped to the floor. Giselle followed behind him.
"Let's see what the most feared man in the worlds worst fear is." she smiled, and closed her eyes. She could see blurred visions, clowns, car accidents, the usual, she noted. But one really jumped out at her. "Being alone? That's your worst fear?" she frowned. She could always leave him in his own nightmare forever, but she felt a wave of sympathy come over her.
"We share the same fear." she whispered, lowering her hand. The shadows jumped out of Sylars ridged body and fainted to the floor. He didn't rise; his body was still in shock from her power. She knew he could hear her, so she continued. "About this deal. I need you to take me to Angela Patrelli, and help me kill her. Do that and maybe I won't kill you. Or maybe I won't trap you in that nightmare. A city by yourself. You wouldn't like that, would you?" Giselle smirked, patting his cheek harshly. This was an empty threat, as she had no plans of killing Sylar. She did really need his help, though. He was starting to sit up.
"Why the hell does someone from the future need to kill momma Patrelli?" he asked, rubbing his head. Giselle resisted an impulse to push the piece of hair away that was out of place.
Giselle smiled.
"That's another question."