Author's note: AU. Elle-centric. Story currently takes place during Season 1. I have plans to develop the story of Elle's adventures- and most importantly around her interactions with Sylar- over Season 1, 2, and 3. Oh, and it looks like I accidentally switched around the chapters the other day- sorry about the confusion- still getting used to the publisher system on this site. Hope to update this story as often as I can with longer chapters, but with grad school getting uber crazy now I most likely will update only 1-2 times/week, damn. I hope you enjoy reading the story as much as I enjoy writing it. Oh, and those that review get a cherry Slusho. ;) Warning: Psychotic, dark themes (yay! gotta love the crazy Elle!)

Chapter 6

The morning fiasco has caused quite a stir around the Company. Elle is thoroughly entertained watching the suits frantically scampering about the building in attempt to control the situation. Busy little bees, buzzing about the hive. Cleaning up the mess that Sylar has created. The good spirits that were present early in the break room have been completely eliminated from all of the agents. Their eyes are hollow from the shock of the recent massacre of their colleagues and friends. The event has had the exact opposite effect on Elle. She's humming a tune to herself, energy playfully vibrating throughout her entire being. A wide smile is plastered on her face as she's inspecting the bloody crime scene. The expression is almost genuine, representing Elle's closest experience to the emotion of happiness. Witnessing his aftermath and power makes her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It was like being at Disneyland. Well, at least Elle's demented version of Disneyland- a happy place filled with blood, pain, and death.

Elle considers the view with deep reverence. Takes in the details of the blood splatter vibrantly painted across the walls and floor. Breathtaking. The brilliant design reminds her of the works of the abstract expressionist Jackson Pollock, but this contemporary piece just happens to be manifested from the hands of a psychopathic serial killer. Her eyes drift from the crimson stained walls to the victims. Memorizes the beautiful sculptures created out of the medium of disfigured bodies. The scene fills up her emptiness, that strange longing that exists within her abdomen. Elle finds it somewhat of a shame that his creation, his masterpiece, is being destroyed. She guesses that most ordinary people don't have a similar appreciation for the artistic works of a genius. But knows deep in her dark consciousness that she's not completely alone anymore. One special person shares her twisted idea of fun.

Unfortunately, the response to the recent events has severely damaged all of the work Elle has done over the last twenty four hours. Sylar is no longer contained in his original cell on Level 5. The change is devastating - all of her meticulous planning has gone down the drain. They've moved him to a more secure room. She back to the drawing board and needs to get the ball rolling soon, first by getting her hands on vital information. Squeeze it out with force from an unsuspecting little bee.

Like a wolf watching a herd, Elle's eyes roam over the men and women moving about the Company. Observes each one, determined to pick out the weakest. The clairsentience chick has the beginning stages of the flu. The fat ordinary has a slight limp in his left leg. They all try to hide their flaws, but Elle can see everything so clearly. Her eyes fixate upon the perfect target.

As Elle walks towards the busy herd, the crowd instinctively parts like water to make room. The energy of the crowd has shifted, Elle can practically smell their anxiety and fear. The sheep attempt to keep their distance from her. Provide her an aisle to walk down- like her own personal red carpet, meant only for the powerful and most special. She silently stalks her unknowing target, follows him to the stairway entrance.

Aw. Agent Andrews extraordinaire. He's a special. Though even among the evolved humans, he is still pathetic. A runt in the pack. Used and abused by all of those superior to him. Elle knows from prior interactions with Andrews that he has the ability of technopathy. Elle's not entire sure what that exactly means, but understands that he's a whiz with computers. The ability is not a very powerful tool to use as an active weapon, unlike Elle's glorious blue sparks. But his ability will be useful in helping Elle acquire the information she craves. The skinny twenty-something is struggling with a large box and having difficulty opening the door with his hands full. Elle moves up painfully close beside him, takes in his scent, and pushes the door open for the oblivious man. Andrews mumbles his gratitude and when he glances up to acknowledge the good Samaritan- he sharply hisses in a breath.

"Looks like you're struggling with that big, heavy box. Here, let me help." Elle purrs and takes the box out of his hands easily and sets it down on the ground. Although Elle is small and petite, she is very strong for her size. It's not only her electricity that makes Elle a dominant.

Andrews looks both confused and scared shitless. He stutters out, "Elle....I....um....well...ya...thanks."

Elle takes both of Andrews' hands into her own gently, in an attempt to soothe the jumpy man. Can't have him make a scene and attract an audience. Her voice is sweet, soft. "I need you to do something for me."

"Oh. Um. Actually, I have to run to the lab to put these samples in the--."

"It was not a polite suggestion." Elle cuts him off, her voice sharp as knives. Fuck it. Elle is too impatient, can't maintain the friendly act forever. She grips his hands with force, making him whimper from surprise. Elle doesn't even need to use her ability to scare him. "Your talents...I need you to access the computer and get something that I've been blocked from. The Sylar file."

"Look, all I know is that you are not suppose to be involved. I'm sure they have a really, really good reason for it. " He squeaks, eyes darting wildly.

"And you're going to help me find out why." Elle forces her right hand roughly over his mouth, muffles his cries as she pumps him with a low dose of energy. "If you don't do as I say, I'm gonna to fry your brain so red hot that--"

"Okay, okay." He mumbles under her hand. Elle takes one step back from the scrawny agent, allows the man to drop to his knees. The submissive gesture gives Elle goosebumps from pleasure. Andrews' breathing is heavy, fast. Looks like he is about to hyperventilate. He gasps out, "Oh God. They are going to take my badge for this."

"Better than the alternative." Elle purrs. She forms an aggressive energy ball, brings it up close to the agent's face. The sparks snap loud and quick, forces Andrews to cower closer to the floor. "Death seems a lot worse, honey."

Elle jerks Andrews up and leads him slowly and cautiously to her lair. Holds his hand painfully tight, nails digging sharp and deep into his palms that will leave little half crescent marks filled with blood. When they enter her room, she violently throws him down on the seat in front of the computer.

"Do it." Elle commands. Andrew immediately obeys and touches the monitor. The computer turns on, images and documents flashing fast on the screen. Andrews' eyes look distant, listening and seeing things that Elle could probably never comprehend. Must be a strange sensation to have ones consciousness connected through a computer system. Probably just a strange as having electricity pulsating throughout ones body.

His voice is soft and hesitant, "I am accessing his file now."

"Get mine too while you're at it." Elle quickly snaps. She doesn't want to be kept out of the dark. Needs to be in control by eliminating all of the secrets.

Andrew's eye brows furrow in concentration. "Ok, I have aquired the Sylar file. But looks like it has been... corrupted. "

"Whatever, read what you have on him."

"Case C004. File ID- Subject: Gabriel Gray.***" Andrew's voice is monotone, almost robotic. "Known Alias: Sylar. Unique Ability: Intuitive Aptitude. Evolutionary Anomaly Class: Cerebral. Detail: Gabriel Gray has absorbed numerous abilities from his prey, including telekinesis, ability to freeze items, and possible other unknown para-evolutionary phenomena. Control Index: 76%. Known persons exhibiting similar abilities: Peter Petrelli. Data Analysis: Biological- 50%. Cerebral-95%. Elemen-"

Elle interrupts, her voice irritated. "Just skip over the medical jargon and numbers and get to the important stuff."

Andrew continued. "History: Gray is the son of a watchmaker who carried on his father's trade for several years before being approached for study by Dr. Chandra Suresh, who termed Gray his "patient zero. " Under Dr. Suresh's inadvertent tutelage, Gray realized he had more than one anomalistic ability; in fact, he came to understand that he could absorb the abilities of others. The specific mechanism of acquiring these powers remain unclear, but we understand that it requires the removal of the victim's brain matter. Agent Bennet and Agent Bishop acquired preliminary data on Gray's ability. [Text deleted.]"

"Wha-? Which Agent Bishop? And what do you mean 'text deleted'?" Elle cries out with alarm.

"In regards to your first question, the file doesn't specify." Andrews sighs. "And text deleted is exactly what it sounds like. Someone erased parts of his file."

"Can you look up who changed the file?"

"Hold on. Wait..." Andrews closes his eyes in concentration. "Username: Bennet."

"Glasses himself." Elle huffs. "Whatever, I'll deal with that later. Keep reading the file."

Andrews clears his throat and continues. "With the incorporation of new abilities into his genetic structure, Gray assumed the name Sylar and began killing individuals on Chandra Suresh's list of "specials." A team of agents captured Gray after the Union Wells High School incident. Under Company protection, Bennet and his team will study into this mechanism to determine Gray's precise manner of acquiring abilities from his victims' brain matter. FBI Agent Audrey Hanson and Matt Parkman's investigation led them to an unsuccessful raid on Primatech Paper while Sylar was in our custody. Under observation, Sylar proved uncooperative and an incident with Agent Eden McCain Eden/Sarah Ellis led to her death. Sylar attempted to escape the Company, killing over two dozen agents, but was neutralized. Sylar has been moved to a more secure cell. Orders are to continue to study the subject and keep him alive. Psychological Profile--"

"The company keeps psychological profiles? Since when?" Elle voice is dark, suspicious. Andrews shrugs in response. Maybe Elle had not noticed that section of the files before, she never really reads the paperwork thoroughly. She was always too busy planning the bagging-and-tagging scenarios. Always let her partners do the boring research. The idea of a psychological profile somewhat bothers Elle. She knew she couldn't trust all of those psychiatrists. Lied when they talked about confidentiality. She's now positive that they recorded her sessions, shared the grotesque details of her psychosis and dark desires to Daddy and the other Company hot shots. Elle crosses her arms and sighs to herself. "Continue the file Andrews."

"Psychological Profile: Gabriel Gray's overbearing mother pressed on him the notion that he was "special" and meant for more than his family's middle-class existence. When he failed to live up to expectations, he fell into the family trade as a watchmaker and grew increasingly frustrated with his life. When he began manifesting abilities, he realized he could use them to fulfill his deep-seated desire to be "special" and thus prove his worth to his demanding mother. However, infusion of foreign DNA into Sylar's genome has corrupted his mind and moral compass. He began seeing himself as vastly superior to average people, which gave him—in his mind—the moral authority to kill at will. He became sociopath and singularly focused on gaining more abilities. His desire to be increasingly "special" will surely compel him to seek out additional victims. Extreme caution must be exercised in any interactions with Sylar while he is detained at the Company."

"That's all they got on him." Andrews looks up at Elle, concern in his voice. "But it looks like your electronic file has been erased. Completely."

Elle frowns. "Who deleted it?"

"Username: Bishop."

Damn. Elle is going to have to deal with both Daddy and Bennet later. Needs to focus on her priority. Satisfy the urgent need. An idea suddenly materializes in her mind with such clarity. "So can you control other forms of technology systems, right?"

"Um... yeah." His eyes widen in fear.

"Wonderful. You're going to help me with a little security issue."

Elle places her hands gently on Andrews' shoulders and then pumps him full of electricity to remind him who's in control. Agent Andrews cries out in pain. He's looking pale and sick. Nods his head a bit too fast.

She lightly pats his head. "Good boy."

Elle smiles darkly to herself. The pieces were finally falling into place, her end goal will be reached sooner than she had anticipated. The internal dark beast screams triumphantly with delight. He's going to taste oh so good.

***Note: Information from NBC Primatech Assignment Tracker website. If you haven't discovered the Primatech Assignment Tracker- check it out, so much funsies. NBC Heroes interactive stuff is awesome.