CHAPTER 6: Knocking At Death's Door.
Elle found it fairly simple to waltz into the abandoned Company without much commotion. Actually not any at all. Sometimes she would think she saw a shadow on the wall. An odd feeling tingled inside her. Being back at a place she hadn't come to in months was odd. Level 5 was all, but abandoned. Spider webs had set up shop. More bugs crawled across the floor.
"This is where I tried to kill you." Sylar's voice stated as if it was a fond old memory.
"Well it didn't work." She stated with a silly shrug. She almost skipped out of the cell in her mini dress and new black stilettos. The steel toed boots had been stained with sticky blood ruining any chance of making a clean getaway.
"Aren't I lucky." A soft chuckle echoed as she wandered the halls toward her father's office.
"I should be lucky that the electric blast didn't kill you." Elle snuck into her father's office like always. At least when she needed to peek at records that her father wouldn't allow her to check out.
"You know you don't have to be acting like a little kid sneaking to get some cookies." Sylar noticed as Elle swirled on the balls of her feet. She knew that, but it was more fun if she acted sneaky. Like she was about to get caught at any moment.
She paused when she saw the file drawers were already opened. She shifted her weight looking around the empty room. The chair where her father usually sat was empty, but stained with dripping dried blood where his head used to be. The rug was still filled with the dirt from her own unclean shoes. She never wiped her feet. She pressed down on her heels to listen. A faint squeak was heard behind her.
With a quick snap Elle turned shooting a blue stream of energy. It hit the invisible thing as a scream echoed through the air. The male scream erupted causing the man to stink to the floor quickly becoming clear as day. A playful smile appeared across the young woman's face.
"Looks like we aren't the only ones looking for answers." Sylar's voice rang true as the invisible man known as Claude flipped over looking like . . . well . . .like some psycho bitch had just electrocuted him.
"Claude," She said tipping her foot into his side. She had remembered the man from a couple weeks ago. Hadn't helped her gain control of her ability, but Gabriel had. "Sorry to tell you this, but the Company is not exactly in business, so why are you here?" Claude groaned a bit rolling over.
"I don't think he's going to help you in any way Elle." Sylar explained. He bent down wearing his dark button down shirt and dark jeans. He examined the scruffy looking man with an odd fashion. "Besides we got the chameleon girl." She shrugged twisting her mouth into a little twinge of a smile.
"Not like you to turn down a power." Elle stated kicking the groggy looking poor excuse for a man. She rolled her eyes. "Wakey wakey Claude." A small electrical shock went toward the man's cheek. He let out a cry of utter pain.
"Don't break him Elle." Sylar assured, but gave a secret smile. "Wouldn't want him to go to waste even though he's not a present for me." She shrugged again.
"I'll play nice. For now." She bent down tickling his cheek with her snake like electrical fingertips.
"Bloody hell, Elle." The man's thick accent rang out. "Who are you talking too?" Elle and her imaginary serial killer exchanged an odd look. Sylar let out a soft chuckle.
"My own personal boogeyman." Elle stated squeezing his cheeks so his face was looking into hers. "What are you doing here Claude?" He looked at the empty spot next to her. The spot where she saw her man.
"Probably the same thing as you." He stated letting out a quick and sudden cough. "Looking for a file. My own actually. See if they have anything on me. Where my haunts are." He carefully started to sit himself up. A twig of electricity kept him down.
"Don't get up." She smiled quaintly. "I'm actually looking for Gabriel Gray's file." She stated letting herself open up about her inner mission. Claude glanced over at the records then back at Elle.
"Sylar right?" A twang of shock hit her. The name brought back old wounds, but new emotions. A sort of kindredness with the man who murdered so many. The man she mourned for. She blocked the tears. "Why would you-" An outcry was heard. Had she shocked him without realizing? She shrugged not caring in the slightest. She let her fingers work some more.
"Questions and I shock you so hard your skin will burn off the bone." She pulled in her electricity long enough to see his eyes meet hers. "Now where is the-" A fist hit her face. She let out a slow cry. She quickly steadied herself on her hands and pivoted.
"Elle the file!" Sylar shouted. Elle turned to shock the man directly into his lower spine. He fell down arching his back as she kept up with the eletrocution. He let out pleas and begs for her to stop.
"Why are you taking Gabriel's file?" She took it from his burning fleshy fingers. She stepped on his index finger letting it crack beneath her black heels. He howled out in pain.
"Elle." His voice pleaded. She shook her head stepping on another finger. It creaked breaking fairly quickly.
"Well let's see what you don't want me to see." She opened the file imagining Sylar looking over her shoulder at the words.
In the box marked father was the word Sampson Gray. Gabriel's real father. His father was actually his uncle according to the reports. The address was right underneath. Newark. Elle rolled her eyes. She had already been there. Nothing like going back to an old haunt though. She creaked on another of Claude's fingers.
"Hmm, interesting." She mused looking down at Claude. "It says mother unknown. Guess it was a one night stand." She looked over her shoulder at the imaginary killer. He was not amused.
She went to turn. Her fingers buzzed with electricity just in case Claude was willing to go back to try and stop her from taking the file.
"Elle," She heard Claude's pain filled voice shout at her. She turned to see the exhausted and damaged man look into her eyes. "If you look for Samson Gray you will die." She pretended to think for a moment then shrugged.
"Then I guess I'm knocking on death's door." She shook the file at him and went off to the address where death lived.