Author's note: AU from Season 1 and 3. Current storyline takes place when Sylar is caught in Season 1. Mature rating now for psychotic, dark themes.

Chapter 2

Perfect manicured red nails tap on the thick window. Brown eyes interlock with blue. Her lips twitch to a smile, his eyes narrow. A shiny new toy.

The prisoner slowly moves to a seated position on the cot, both hands gripping the edge of the metal frame with such force that his arms are slightly shaking. They both remain frozen and stare at each other for a number of heart beats. Elle breaks eye contact first, scans over the prisoner. Inspects him thoroughly, as if he is an expensive racing horse and she's considering buying.

Elle's eyes become glazed over. She's back into her own inner world, humming a strange tune while dark, violent thoughts fill her mind. Images of pain, burning flesh, and blood darkens her consciousness. Fills her up and makes her feel .... alive. Elle draws invisible hearts on the window lightly with her fingertips.

The prisoner stands suddenly and Elle snaps back to reality. She puts effort into looking innocent and sweet, big doe eyes and pouty lips. Elle's voice is playful and childish. "You and me are going to have so much fun."

The prisoner remains silent, his face an unreadable mask.

Elle cocks her head to the side, blond bangs sweep over her blue eyes. The childish tone is gone, voice low and serious. "You must have done something very, very bad to end up here."

Silence.

"You're going to be so lonely in here, stuck in this gray, concrete cell." Elle purrs. "But, I make my ... rounds here regularly."

Still no response. Elle pouts. She decides to take another approach and waves cheerfully through the glass. "I'm Elle."

Thick eye brows furrow together, a question forming on his face. Elle swears that she sees a glimmer of confusion and sadness in his eyes. His face suddenly grows cold and angry.

"Sylar." he growls, voice thick, raspy, and... powerful.

"Sylar." Elle lets the name roll off her tongue. He's different from the rest. Special.... She closes her eyes, touching the window gently. Elle loves to make the powerful ones weak and broken. Form 'em into a submissive, bloody mess on the floor. The thought tightens something low in her abdomen. Energy is radiating from her entire body. Her breathing is too heavy and fast, meant only to be in intimate, dark places.

She whispers, "I can't wait to make you scream."

"Funny..." his voice now softer, "I was thinking the exact same thing."

She lazily opens her eyes to see him standing right in front of her, only a window separating them. Elle licks her lips. Sylar puts his right hand on the glass, trying to close the distance between them. An emotion that Elle does not understand flashes on his face.

"Agent Bishop." A voice booms over the intercom, breaking the trance. "You are requested for a meeting in the conference room. Now."

The petite blond pouts, hands going to her hips. "Fuck." Her disappointment boils in her skin, sparks radiating from her fingers. But... mustn't disappoint Daddy. Elle was, after all, a Company girl.

Sylar is watching her with such... intensity that it makes Elle hesitate for a split second before putting on her overly confident and cheerful mask.

"Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to play, Mister Sylar." She leaves a bright red lipstick kiss mark on the window and bounces down the hallway.