waiting for the rain to fall

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Title: She's My Last Request
Author: ellectric_girl
Rating: G
Challenge: #4 - Perseverance
Notes/Warning: Contains spoilers up through Eclipse Part 2. This is my first time writing anything from Sylar's point of view, so I'd love to know what you guys think.

All that I can say is she's my last request // Everything else is suddenly take over // And I'm my own regret // And all that I wanted is out of my hands

Title: I Wish I Could Save You
Author: Brokenlizard14
Pairing: Elle/Gabriel
Rating: G
Challenge: #3 Faith

I won't give up til it's over

Title: Permanent
Author: ellectric_girl 
Pairing: None
Rating: G
Challenge: #3 Faith
Notes/Warning: Spoilers up through "I Am Become Death"

Forgive my promise that you'll never see me cry.

So I'm....bored out of my mind at work and I just realized I never posted these here. So here my first (and so far, only) Heroes music videos. They're both Elle/Sylar and one is slightly happier than the other. I'd love to hear what you guys think of them, and I'm always up for making more if people have any ideas for songs.

You Are A Girl!

Are you ever serious? Well, you're seriously playful. And guys are attracted to your girlish spirit and all the fun that follows. Your girlish, temper, however... well, they could live without that. Not to worry though, you never stay upset for long. It's off to the next adventure.

Oh come on. My temper isn't that bad, is it?

She stands beneath an awning across the street, watching as he leaves for work. Like it's any other day. Like he hadn't run out of the apartment just the night before with another man's blood covering his hands. When he's gone, she enters the apartment (All Company agents can pick locks. It's basic training.) She scrubs the bloody handprint from the door and sweeps up the shattered glass left from Trevor's demonstrations. She leaves behind nothing but a fresh peach pie and a note in careful, precise handwriting stating simply, "I'm sorry." It isn't nearly enough, but it's a start.

Elle had been hoping the walk, and her many "I'm sorry" text messages might help Gabriel calm down, at least a little. Instead she found out that somebody is, or would be in the near future, hunting down those with powers, and that she might have a child with Gabriel. A little boy, Noah. It was a fitting name, considering he was the man who'd brought them together in a way. 

He'd mentioned bringing back food, though after his little announcement, she wasn't sure she could eat. She wasted time by pacing around the tiny apartment. If she really looked she thought she could  even see the path she'd taken worn into the carpet. 

When Gabriel returned, Elle was standing in front of the bathroom door staring at herself in the full length mirror, her hands covering her stomach protectively as she alternated sticking it out and sucking it back in. Concentrating so fully on the image, and what he'd told her, she didn't even hear the door open.

     As a child, Elle had always had an unusually strong fear of the dark. She hated not knowing what hid in the darker places of her bedroom. What monster might slither out from beneath her bed, or creep out of th closet while she slept. She would wake in the middle of the night, paralyzed with fear. Unable to call out for her father, and knowing he wouldn't come even if she did.
     It was one of the reasons she'd delighted in the discovery of her power. She never had to be alone in the dark again. She now came equipped with a built in nightlight. And what boogeyman stood a chance against the young girl who could hurl lightning bolts from her fingertips? She was finally the special little girl her father had always hoped for, and there was nothing she needed to be afraid of anymore.

     That was what she'd told herself anyways. Now, years later, she's huddled in a dark cell, chains around her wrists holding her in place. She curls protectively around herself, whimpering in pan each time another jolt wracks her body. Despite the pain, she's almost thankful for the shocks. They're the only real light in the small room, and she wants to see the boogeyman coming this time. Because this time? She'll make sure she finishes him.


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5 Times You Were Hurt and One Time You Hurt Someone Else


Adam Monroe
She supposes that she's overreacting. She certainly doesn't want to see him in pain, but every time she considers stopping she replays his words in her head. "I'm tired of being your pet, love. Our little games are finished." So a steady stream of electricity hits him, until his skin turns black and begins to melt from him bones. She pauses long enough to let him heal, and catch his breath, and then she's back at it.

Peter Petrelli
"You disappointed me, Peter. And just when I thought we were getting to know each other." She had trusted Peter. It wasn't just anybody she told her life story to, after all. She'd learned her lesson with the young watchmaker, or so she thought. Never let yourself get attached. But as time wore on, she found herself unable to follow her own rules. So maybe she'd hit him with a little more power than she should have. He could take it. Beside, it was high time he knew what it felt like to be burned.

Noah Bennet
"You'd be surprised what a father would do for his daughter." The wet spots on her skin are still crackling and she tries to pretend pain is the reason she has tears in her eyes. That they have nothing to do with the snippets of memory Noah has managed to unlock. Needles being jabbed into her arm. Lying prone in a bed, body hooked to an IV. Writhing in pain, screaming as electricity racked her tiny body. A pair of strong, dark hands moving towards her. To turn her into a blank slate so they could start all over again the next day.

Bob Bishop
"I thought my little girl was tougher than that." He always knew exactly what to say to hurt her the most. Everything she'd done. The people she'd hurt, and killed. The life she'd led as a glorified prisoner. It had all been for him. A desperate bid for his acceptance. never once had she heard him say "Thank you" or "I love you". It just wasn't his style.

Sylar
Finding her father's body...had hurt. She knew exactly who it was. Even if she hadn't seen the body she would have known who'd done it, and she would have known it was her fault. She was the one who made him and even if it killed her, she'd be the one to stop him. None of it hurt as much as when she found him. or to be more accurate, when he found her. The look in his eyes: anger, hatred, hunger, but not recognition. Not the recognition she'd hoped for at least. It was all enough to make her think that maybe death wouldn't be so bad.

Gabriel Gray
She hadn't meant to do it. Had never wanted to hurt him, or make him into the monster they all knew lurked within. She was just doing her job. Draw it out of him. So she'd deliberately used the one word she knew would cut the deepest. Used it repeatedly until something in him snapped. She tried to stop him. Really thought she could, but it was already too late. The Gabriel Gray she knew, and cared for, had receded into himself. She could see it in the way he was looking at her. A mixture of pain, and anger. Fear, and betrayal. She would have given anything, in that moment, to take it all back.

 Doctor

Elle lay slumped down on the Company issue cot, her back against the wall. She'd been locked in here going on eight hours now, and was running out of ways to entertain herself. When you were locked in such a spartan room, there really wasn't much to do besides watch the second hand steadily tick it's way around the clock.

Currently, she was holding her hands shoulder length apart, letting the brilliant blue sparks jump back and forth from her fingertips. Her eyes ticking back and forth, following the trail they left, letting herself get lost in their dance.

The glow faded away, and she sat up quickly when she heard a key clicking in the lock. Some part of her mind tried to point out it wouldn't be daddy. That, in his mind, it took more than a few hours to teach a child a lesson. Still, she allowed herself to hope. When the person on the other side was revealed to be only Noah, she let herself relax.

"How long this time?" He leaned back against the wall, arms folded over his chest. He looked more like what she thought a father should than her own dad. She shrugged in response to his question.

"Until I 'lean a lesson'. " He nodded, and she figured he'd already spoken to Bob. She watched his eyes travel around the once bare walls of the cell. Now decorated with scorch marks of varying sizes.

"What was it this time?" The corners of her mouth tugged up into a devilish smile.

"Dr. Esker tried to give me a shot, so I gave him a little shot." His eyes on hers, she half expected to get yet another lecture, but after a moment she heard a faint chuckle, before his own face cracked into a smile. One hand dropped into his jacket pocket.

"I brought you something." He must have seen the way her eyes lit up, because he held one hand out, palm towards her. "It's nothing big. Just something to keep you busy." He pulled out the hand that had been hidden in his pocket, but before she could see what he held, it was ricocheting off the floor towards her. She caught it expertly, scoffing when she realized what it was.

"You're kidding me, right?" Noah, already on his way out, paused in the doorway, glancing over his shoulder at her.

"You'd be surprised just how long you can amuse yourself with a bouncy ball!"

 

{This came from the idea that, when she was a bit younger, Bob would punish Elle by locking her into one of the Company's cells. Because how else do you "ground" a girl who already can't leave the facility? Noah is hornrimmed and is used without mun's permission. Hopefully they don't  hate me now.}
 
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They looked backward and said goodbye...she had become like they are
She had taken his hand...she had become like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
- Blue Oyster Cult - Don't Fear the Reaper