Author's note: Sorry the chapters are so short, hope to get longer chapters up soon, though writing a psychotic Elle is exhausting. This is my first fan fic and I love the reviews. Mature rating for dark, psychotic themes.

Chapter 4

After listening to Bennet beat Sylar into a bloody pulp, Elle's body aches for release. Unfortunately, security teams made up of evolved humans and ex-military agents prevent her from reaching him. Sure, she could kill them all. But... being a Company Girl complicates things. Being an agent is a central part of her identity. Gives her purpose. Structure. Doesn't want that taken away from her. Which means that she is going to have to figure out a way to get what she wants in secret.

Elle is usually a very impulsive person, but decides to take time to plan her course of action. She carefully observes all of the obstacles. Keeps track of the schedules of the agents and guards. Learns the timing of the exact movements of the security cameras. She is determined to calculate the precise, perfect time to strike. He would be worth the wait.

One of the side effects of meticulous planning and preparation meant that he was on the forefront of her mind for every second of the day. Makes her antsy and on edge. She's never gone so long between victims. Usually Elle sleeps like a rock, but tonight she lies on her bed, her mind racing. Insomnia forces her to pace the long, dark hallways in the dead of the night. Elle finds that her body has unconsciously stopped in front of a familiar door. Decides to satisfy her longing with a quick, temporary fix.

Adam has always been a fun toy. She loves that he heals oh so fast. It makes the time she spends with him last so much longer than with the others. Never has to hold back with Adam, he can take her most destructive blasts. His lips taste as good as his stories.

He ignores her as she enters his cell, preoccupied with a book. Adam no longer gives Elle the attention that she once desperately craved from him.

"Have you heard about the new prisoner?" Elle chirps. Adam doesn't look up from the book.

"He's more powerful than anyone else." She purrs as she leans close to him. "Are you jealous?"

Adam shrugs with indifference, his mouth in a half smirk. She continues in a sweet voice. "Jealous, that I have a new favorite? That I'm going to replace you?"

The ancient man glances up, raises an eyebrow suspiciously but remains silent. Her voice grows serious. "If I had a heart, it would be breaking now."

Elle grabs Adam's book and throws it on the ground. Pushes him on the bed and straddles his legs. Intertwines her fingers in his soft, blond hair. Elle kisses him gently on the check, electricity buzzing throughout her entire body. Blue sparks lightly vibrates against his skin.

"I'm not in the mood for your games today, love." His voice is tired. He's been forced into this song and dance for years with her.

"Did I ask for your opinion?" She says painfully slow, voice dark. "Did I give you permission to speak?"

Adam's face is now a mask. He's good at hiding his emotions. Doesn't want to provoke the hungry tiger. Can't show any fear.

She kisses him deep and long, searching his mouth. Unsatisfied, she growls and zaps him hard at the same time from her lips, making him jerk back with force. Elle can taste his metallic blood, the beast screams with delight in her mind. Adam recognizes the look on Elle's face, knows what's coming next. He struggles wildly to get the small blond woman off of him. Elle slaps him hard in the face, laughs when he gasps in surprise.

She strikes again, this time with a full burst of electricity to his chest. The smell of burning flesh fills the room. Elle frowns when Adam doesn't make a sound. He doesn't want to give her the satisfaction. She needs to hear him scream. Elle zaps him again, harder. Smiles smugly when he complies with her unspoken request. Slowly roasts his insides.

"Please, please, no more. Oh god." He's coughing up blood.

The sound of him begging combined with the sight of blood hardens her nipples. Forces her to release an intense burst of blue power. Turns him into blacken ash. The experience is orgasmic. Kills him over and over.

"Fucking sociopath." Adam murmurs before Elle kills him again.

Sociopath. The word should make her feel angry, but Elle doesn't understand or experience emotions in the traditional sense. The only significant states of being for her are pleasure and pain. These two basic elements usually blur into one. It's true what they say... a fine line between pleasure and pain. When she isn't experiencing pleasure or pain or both, Elle doesn't feel anything at all. Nothing. Over the years, she has learned to recognize emotions in others and thus has learned to pretend to exhibit similar qualities that represent happiness, sadness, anger, etc. during times when such emotions are appropriate. She's a good actress. Lies every time she smiles. Nobody knows that she is actually emotionally dead. Hard to feel bad for someone who is suffering when she can't feel anything at all. Lacks remorse. Empathy.

Elle puts on a confident, playful exterior, but she's really empty inside.... but she found a way to make it feel less bottomless. Pain and killing fills the emptiness inside of her, makes her feel whole. Alive.

In addition to being excluded from the fundamental human emotional experiences, Elle lacks the ability to fully comprehend social interactions and norms. The only way she can understand and relate with others is through a hierarchical conceptualization. She has a more …. primal world view. Dominant. Submissive. Alpha. Omega. Much like the social structure of a wolf pack.

Elle gains satisfaction from having power over others. Forces her victims to be humiliated, bound, tortured, and mutilated. A true Sadist. Sylar is definitely an Alpha male. Elle wonders for the first time in her life what it would be like to be the one dominated by another person. Would she allow herself to be submissive? Or would she remain in control? Perhaps she could be both? The unusual thought makes her stop mid-blast.

Adam's skin slowly reforms itself back to its smooth perfection. His face is slack, unconscious. He'll be awake soon enough. But Elle is already bored of Adam.

"You have a morbid sense of fun, Elle." Glasses himself is standing in front of the window, arms crossed with a hard face.

Elle flashes a wide smile at Bennet. Her voice is raw, still relishing in the afterglow. "I really needed to... release some tension." He rolls his eyes at her response and storms off.

Elle has always prided herself on being an outsider... but now... now she feels the need to connect with someone. Elle wonders if Sylar is as empty inside as she is.