dizzy_land | Somewhere in Toon Town

Oh, Sylar doesn't lurk. Much.

There was a fairly good chance Elle had been warned by Cayce by now, or Crowley. That being the case, maybe he should take the offensive.

Except his curiosity was killing him as well as the need to acquire another power; he really wanted to know if this girl was from his reality too. So.

Sylar started following her, wondering what she would do.

This should be fun.

Elle spotted a weird shadow on the ground. At first she chalked it up to the shadows created by the setting sun.

But then she thought she heard footfalls and turned to see if someone was nearby.

Too bad he'd never gotten that ability to become invisible. He ducked behind a Donald Duck statue, but didn't really attempt to hide too much. Just readied himself, in case she came at him, hands blazing.

Okay, now she was sure that someone was following her.

Remembering Cayce's warning, Elle walked over to the statue and peered around it to see who was hiding back there.

"Sylar."

Sylar smiled, holding up his hands in what for anyone else would be surrender. "You've heard of me. I'm charmed." He stepped out, idly sizing her up. Size might not be anything, but pocket-sized? Easy. "I need something from you."

"Heard of you? How about I kicked your ass?"

She hadn't, but she had at least scared him off.

"And I'll do it again. You're not getting anything from me."

Elle readied a ball of electricity.

Hunh? Sylar frowned, one hand stirring the air around him in telekinetic currents, the other reaching toward a nearby railing, ice trailing out from his fingertips. "I think you have mistaken me for someone else. We've never met before. I talked to Veronica my first day here, but you are definitely not her." He raised his eyebrows as he realized she'd used his right name. "Have you been talking to Crowley?" Not Aphrodite. No. She wouldn't give that away to just anyone.

"What, you're going to pretend that you don't remember the day I chased you away from Mohinder and those girls when you were trying to hurt them?" Elle asked.

"I have absolutely no memory of you anywhere near Mohinder. How's he doing these days?" Sylar asked, intrigued.

Then he shoved at her experimentally, wanting to see if he could knock that sparkly ball out of her hands.

The shove was unexpected and it knocked Elle off balance. She involuntarily closed her fist as she stumbled, extinguishing the ball of electricity.

"That was a mistake," she said, her voice cold.

"Hmm. I don't think so." Another shove. And then he closed his palm over the railing, sending ice streaking toward Elle.

If he could freeze her, keep her motionless, and then slice oh-so-carefully into her skull-- *that* might not set off the alarms of the park.

Who knew? She might even survive it, the park being what it was.

"Oh, it was," Elle assured him, stepping away from the rail and shooting a bolt of electricity in his direction.

She was pretty sure the ice wouldn't hurt her, but she was all too aware that her powers wouldn't work if she got wet.

And even while he twisted and whirled away, dodging the bolt, then batted at it with telekinesis, he could feel the charge as every hair on his body stood on end at the near-miss, and the smell of ozone seared the air. He had to have this one. Had to.

"Just. Hold. Still. Damnit."

The ice was gaining speed, spreading across the concrete to her feet, thickening as it went.

Elle blasted full charge with both hands at the ground, cracking the ice up and making it spark.

"Sorry, but you're not getting this power."

That was enough to make Sylar wonder if she really had met him before, to know that particular wrinkle of his psyche, and to give up and just throw a huge blast of energy at her, hoping to knock her off her feet, and possibly knock her out in the process.

"You have no idea how many times I've done this. Just relax, will you?"

The blast of energy did knock her off her feet, but unfortunately for Sylar, it did not knock her unconscious.

It did, however, cause her to send a huge blast of electricity up in the air, frying a transformer, which rained a shower of sparks down in the vicinity.

The lights in the park flickered and then went out, leaving them standing in almost complete darkness since the sun was nearly down.

"Slightly inconvenient." Sylar paced forward, following the sound of her breathing and her heart. "That's all." He bent down, sending more ice toward her, trying to imagine cuffs and restraints of ice, to encase her and keep her docile.

In a way, he admired her-- what was the word? Spunk? Whatever. Give her credit for not whining, or crying, or saying 'you won't get away with this'! "One more second..."

Elle wished that her power included heat to melt the ice easily, though she realized that would put her in more danger.

She kept throwing bolts to crack the ice, which had the added bonus of giving her enough illumination to keep an eye on Sylar.

Of course, it had the downside of allowing him to track her just as easily.

"Snap. Crackle." Ahhh, there she was, illuminated by the blue glow of her power. "Pop."

And slam! as Sylar threw another burst of TK at his prey, and increased the rate of ice layering toward her. "Pass out. You'll thank me for that later."

Elle did have the advantage since he couldn't see her unless she was throwing electricity around.

When he brought his hands up, she suspected he was going to try another burst of TK and managed to avoid it.

She threw two fully charged blasts of electricity directly at his chest.

Whoops.

Plus sizzzzzzzzle as Sylar had the lovely experience of feeling his insides try to cook, his muscles involuntarily flail, and his eyes try to pop out of his head.

"Aaagggghhhhhhhhh!"

"I told you I'd kick your ass again," Elle said, watching the electricity course through his body with sadistic glee.

"Jesus Christ ow, you little bitch." Sylar got his breath back and found that he was on his knees, hands supporting his weight on the pavement. "Right."

Sylar completely threw aside previous plans for freezing, escaping the park's forces, and not being equally sadistic, and raised one fingers, eyes darkening in rage.

He traced a line paralell to Elle's forehead, focusing his power to pin-point precision as he started to slice open the top of her head, and blood welled up along the line as he cut, and began to run down her face.

Unfortunately, Sylar couldn't continue as he was bodily lifted by invisible forces, carried at high speed across the park, and finally dumped into the castle's moat.

Of course, so was Elle - a little distance away.

Ruffled ducks quacked at them before swimming to less turbulent waters.

"What the hell did you do?" Elle demanded, glaring at Sylar.

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