"You knew, didn't you?"
The window shattered and his hand was around her throat. "You knew what I was and you let it continue. In a way you helped me," he said, and he gripped her throat even harder. "And after I've consumed your power you'll help me even more."
Bennet came running. "Shoot him!" he said. The Haitian and a throng of guards came running up behind him.
Sylar threw Eden in front of him. "I may not have any powers, but I have a gun," he said, and he pressed it against Eden's temple. Eden gasped, breathing hard. "Make a move and I blow her head off, I swear it."
"We both know you're not going to do that," Bennet said. "You want her ability. If you shoot her now you won't be able to get it."
"I have a better idea," Sylar said, and he whipped around and shot the Haitian. The Haitian crumpled, clutching his arm. Sylar threw his arm up and the guards smashed against the wall; Bennet went flying. He grabbed Eden and dragged her out into the hallway.
There was a supply closet in the hall and Sylar shoved Eden inside. A workman's uniform hung on the door, and a pair of boots was against the wall. There was a roll of duct tape on the shelf and Sylar grabbed it, slapping a piece over her mouth and used it to tie her wrists together. He threw on the shirt and pants and shoved his feet into the boots. Then he grabbed Eden by the arms and yanked her to her feet.
They were running, but she couldn't keep up. As he dragged her behind him her ankle snapped and she stumbled. "Move!" Sylar yanked her back up again and pulled her into a garage. There was a white van parked inside and he the door threw open. "Get in," he said, but Eden didn't move fast enough. He brutally shoved her inside and closed the door.
It was dark inside the van. The shocks weren't very good, and as he drove she bounced against the floor. She was lying on her side, her hands still bound by duct tape. She touched the side of her face to her bare shoulder and saw the blood. Oh God, he's going to kill me, she thought. She brought her knee up to her face and tried to scrape the duct tape off her mouth with her leg, but the van kept jerking and she kept slamming into the wall. Finally she gave up and slumped over, waiting for him to stop driving.
They drove for what seemed like hours before she heard the brakes squeal and felt the van stop. She heard the front door open and close and heard his footsteps walk around to the back. From the way his footsteps sounded he was walking on dirt. Oh God, he's going to kill me, she thought again, and she squeezed her eyes shut.
The backdoor opened and the van flooded with light. They were on a dirt road parked next to a large, yellow field. Nowhere to run, she thought. Sylar grabbed Eden by the arm and yanked her outside. She put her weight on her sprained ankle and she stumbled, falling to the ground.
Birds were chirping. This is the last thing I'll ever hear, she thought. Birds chirping.
Sylar walked up beside her and knelt down on the ground. His boots were covered in dust. He took her head in his hands as if to snap her neck, roughly grabbing her by the jaw.
"I almost didn't recognize you," Sylar said. "The Eden I knew wasn't so...domineering." He moved her face from side to side, studying her intently. "I wonder which is the act? The mousy neighbor or the Tinkerbell cunt?"
She jerked her shoulders against his grip but he held her down.
"I don't think I'm going to kill you after all," Sylar said. He brushed his thumb over her bare shoulder. "I'd like to see how you work, first."
That was several weeks ago; now he was sitting across from her, staring at her with wounded eyes. How can I love him? she wondered. How? How?
She told him he could move, and she didn't stop him when he pulled her into his arms.