Emilie closed her eyes, seeing his right hand lift up towards her forehead. The tight connection he had on her shoulder lessened and she opened her eyes, finding him looking at the front door. "What…" her voice trailing off as her body jumped, hearing a loud rap on the door. Sylar kept his eyes on the entryway, his hand withdrawing from her arm as his body moved back.
Another loud knock followed shortly after, a deep raspy voice sounding in the hallway, "New York City Police. We know you're in there, Miss De Marco, please open the door." Emilie stood frozen, her head looking towards Sylar, as if asking for his opinion. He didn't seem to notice her gaze; his eyes continuously glued to the entry.
Again, the knock sounded, this time louder and more hurried. Emilie shot her eyes to the door, her head returning back to Sylar as he reached out his hand and grabbed her arm, pushing her towards the entrance. She walked cautiously to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.
"Emilie De Marco?" the officer asked, finally viewing her at the entry. Emilie dropped her hand from the knob, replying, "Yes?" Her eyes drifted behind the officer, noticing two more standing at the wall, both of their hands on their holsters. The clink of metal sounded and she brought her eyes back on the main officer, seeing his hand extract a pair of handcuffs.
"You're under arrest." The man said, grabbing her hand and turning her around. She felt the binding of the metal around her wrists and rolled her eyes, hearing the officer recite the Miranda rights. The two officers that had been standing in the hallway moved forward, the younger one curling his hand around her elbow and guiding her back away from the door.
Emilie caught a glimpse of Sylar, his face shrouded in what little shadows available during the early afternoon. His eyes followed the officers, watching every move they made before finally resting on her. A coy smile crept on her face and her shoulders shrugged slightly before the officer tugged on her arm and she followed them down the hall.
She had cooperated for the most part, letting them guide her out of the apartment building and onto the street below, where a cop car was waiting for them. Taking a few steps onto the concrete, the main officer walked before them, rounding the front of the car while the second officer, walked up to the door, ready to open it. The young cop led her towards the car, releasing her arm as his partner opened the back door. Emilie took the opportunity, sending the back of her skull into the man's face.
Spinning around, she saw the red flowing freely from his nose as he tried to regain his composure. Emilie smiled at the sight, forgetting about the second officer until her body was flung violently against the cop car.
The main officer jumped out of the car, running around the front as her body was pulled away from the window. Feeling the tight grasp on her arm, she noticed the lead officer's name tag, her eyes lifting up to note his impatience with her behavior. Officer Bartone took a deep sigh, drawing his attention from the young cop who was frantically trying to stop the blood. "Congratulations Miss De Marco, you just received another blemish on that record of yours." He said, nodding to the second officer as he turned to walk back to the driver's seat.
Watching him walk away, the cop placed his hand on her head, shoving her into the car as he glared at her. The car door closed and she saw the young cop, with his hand plastered over his face, walk up and open the front door, taking a seat in the passengers section. Emilie rested her head back against the headrest, looking up through the window to see the sun shield itself in black.
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Sylar observed the scene below, smiling when he saw her head connect with one of the officer's nose. When she was forced into the car, he pulled away from the window, walking back into the living room. He stepped up towards the couch, picking up the laptop as he sat down on the cushions.
Opening up the computer, he examined the screen. His fingers clicked a key, a loud beep sounding as a pop up box appeared. Sylar's eyes scanned the message, noticing the blank rectangle needing a password.
He slammed the laptop shut, clenching his jaw as he flung it towards the wall. "Fuck!" he yelled, watching the laptop slam into the brick partition. Pushing himself up from the couch, he stormed out of the building, walking out into the street to head towards the police station. He never thought he would be doing what he was doing now.
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The man's hand was clamped tightly around her upper arm, dragging her through the narrow hallway. Whistles and dog howls echoed around her as they continued down the corridor until the officer stopped short. He turned towards her, releasing her arm but grabbing at her wrists, both rising up due to the cuffs wrapped around them. Digging around in his pocket, he extracted his keys, unlocking the restraints as he once again grabbed her arm and threw her into the cell, quickly closing the gate behind her. "Get used to it."
Emilie took a glance down at the ground and then lifted her eyes back up in the officer's direction, responding back, "How's your nose?" The young officer, glared at her through swollen features, the bridge of his nose starting to turn purple. He slammed his open palm against the bars, gritting his teeth in disgust, "You want to play games?" he asked, glaring at her, "Fine. We can always add more years to your sentence." He watched her roll her eyes, standing defiantly on the other side before he turned to walk down the hallway.
A metallic sound echoed and Emilie walked through the cell, collapsing on the small cot in the corner. She turned onto her back, her eyes observing the dingy ceiling. An hour passed and she counted her thousandth tile before a sound jerked her from her task. Turning her head, she saw Officer Bartone standing at the cell.
"What do you want?" she said uninterested, her eyes returning back to the ceiling. He cleared his throat, pulling a ring of keys from his pocket. "Get up, you're coming with me." Emilie raised an eyebrow, lifting her back from the cot to push herself up. She walked up to the cell door, lifting her arms up and resting her wrists together in front of him.
He looked down at her, responding to her action, "I'm hoping I don't have to use handcuffs." Emilie smiled and shrugged, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her jacket as she followed the three officers through the hallway.
She walked alongside the officers, continuously glancing to her right at the one she had injured. He kept his eyes forward, his muscles visibly tense as they reached the main offices. Officer Bartone turned to face Emilie, stopping in front of a large door. His hand rested on the knob and he turned it, stepping out of the way to reveal a room.
Emilie stepped forward, stopping shortly to turn towards the young cop, "Ice helps." She said, walking into the room as the officer made a sharp movement forward, his action causing another officer to hold him back.
Taking a seat, Emilie looked at her surroundings. Mirrored glass surrounding the walls and the table was placed directly in the center. Her eyes lifted when the door opened and two people walked in, a man and a woman. They both took a seat across the table from her and Emilie was able to make a more accurate analysis of their features. The woman was small, with short blonde hair and a deadlocked demeanor, while the man was a bit on the heavier side, staring intently at her as if he was trying to bore into her skull.
"Emilie De Marco?" the woman asked, her voice keeping its serious tone. Emilie brought her eyes up to the woman, after smiling at the man. "Yes?"
The blonde stood by the edge of the table, a pile of folders tucked in her arms. "My name is Agent Audrey Hansen and this Officer Matt Parkman." Emilie muffled a laugh, turning her head to acknowledge the man's presence. The woman placed the folders on the table, taking a seat next to the man. "We have a few questions for you." She said, opening a folder to place on the tabletop.
"Do you recognize these people?" the blonde asked, setting an array of pictures across the table. Emilie's eyes stared at the woman, drifting them downward shortly to glimpse at the pictures. "No." she said, lifting her gaze back up. Agent Hanson frowned, dropping her hand to pick up a second folder, this time spreading out numerous depictions of gruesome images. "How about now?" she inquired, her gaze deadlocked on Emilie's face.
Glancing down at the pictures, she surveyed the faces, smiling to herself before lifting her eyes back up. "What do you think?" her eyes looking at the woman, drifting towards Parkman, as her eyebrow raised.
She saw the man fidget in his seat, looking down at the tile before collecting his thoughts and returning his concentration on her. Emilie sat back in the chair, relishing the absence of restraints. She could tell that the agent was getting impatient so she leaned over the table, finally giving a straight answer, "Yes," she paused, "I killed them. But…" she trailed off, pushing two images forward on the table. "I didn't kill these two."
Agent Hanson pursed her lips, looking down at the two victims identified before replying, "Your DNA is all over their crime scenes." Moving forward in her seat, Emilie responded hastily, "I never said I didn't know them." The blonde slammed her hand down, her voice rising in volume, "Then who killed them!?"
Emilie pushed herself up from the chair, her hands gripping the edge of the table, "Who do you think!" she yelled, her cold gaze fixated on the woman's face. The screech from a chair echoed in the room and both women looked over just as Officer Parkman left the room. Audrey looked back at Emilie, seeing a sadistic grin planted on her face. "He got the clue." She said, as the FBI agent followed after her partner, leaving her alone in the small room.