The Scarecrow and the Princess - Elle and Sylar - 5/8

[thewatchmaker]

Character: Elle Bishop & Gabriel Gray.
Shared Fic: Written with shesellectric
Fandom: Heroes.
Spoilers: For 'Villains'. the Eclipse Part One
Rating: Murder - you were expecting cookies?
Word Count: 594.
Prompt: Blurry by Puddle of Mudd for scifi_muses

Part One by shesellectric
Part Two by thewatchmaker
Part Three by thewatchmaker
Part Four by shesellectric

Part Five -
Where the hell was the sweet, helpful girl that I’d met at Pinehearst? Elle had played her part brilliantly; she was nearly as adorable as she’d been when she’d brought Gabriel that first peach pie. But I wasn’t Gabriel.

Gabriel was an idiot. He believed that Elle liked him. He believed that Virginia Gray was his mother. He desperately wanted Angela and/or Arthur’s approval. He even wanted Peter fucking Petrelli to be his brother.

“Use your empathy.” I could still hear Arthur’s voice echoing over and over in my head. It was right up there with ‘trust your feelings.’ Feelings, I had those, sometimes I did anyway. But as for trust, that wasn’t something I kept in reserve.

It was the empathy that was the problem. Gabriel thrived on it, or wallowed in it. He’d become whatever or whomever his current authority figure wanted him to be. He was the agent mimicking Bennett. He was the dutiful, ass kissing son for Petrelli. He was the eager leg humper for Elle. So far Angela was the only one who seemed to like the real me – the killer. It was probably why I liked her back. She was a ruthless bitch.

As I gripped the steering wheel of the rental car, I looked over at Elle as she played with the car radio. She was still one of the most beautiful girls I’d ever seen, but I couldn’t trust her. She was Company born and bred. Sooner or later she’d turn on me. It wasn’t something I’d hold against her. It was in her nature. She’d pushed my buttons in the rental office, by telling that idiot I was a serial killer.

I’d killed him, crushing his heart in his chest and then smiled as the blood and snot bubbled out of his nose. He didn’t even have a power for me to steal. He was just meat. Killing him killed another part of Gabriel. He’d gotten used to me killing heroes for their powers, but he couldn’t handle the sin of me killing a normal human for fun.

But back to my sweet Elle, I watched her push the radio buttons again, just like she’d pushed mine. She said she wanted us to be free of parental influence. Free to be who we really were. The poor girl, who I really am, is a monster. A monster that will bite her hand as she strokes my cheek, I don’t want to hurt her, but I know it is inevitable. I won’t have a choice. I’ve let her in, not all the way in of course, but close enough that she’s become a target, a weakness. I can’t afford to have one of those.

Reaching over, I squeezed Elle’s hand as I pulled up in front of the house. I knew that Bennett would be there with little Claire Bear. Gabriel screamed in my head that I couldn’t give her to Arthur, not after I’d just saved her from the void in that very house. Apparently the idiot finally saw that following Arthur like a sheep was a mistake. But if I was going to get him to trust me, I was going to have to play out this little scenario. Besides, if I got to kill Noah in the process, it was all worth it.

“Are you ready?” I asked her, as I popped open the car door. I glanced up towards the sky and squinted. An eclipse, something about that worried me, but I couldn’t think about it now. “You grab Claire. Bennett’s mine.”