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[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

[You open the door and step inside, and inside is a white ball of healing light.

No. It's actually just a really white and desolate looking room. In the center, Elle is sitting in a chair, with a bunch of IVs and medical equipment attached to her.

It's a familiar scene, one that happened over and over again in her childhood, though the details are mostly fuzzy.

She pulls at the restraints keeping her tied to the chair, her hands crackling with electricity.]

I swear if you don't let me go I'm going to so kill you!

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Oh, that does it for so many reasons - but none of her anger is directed at Elle. Instead, Doctor Mizuno - labcoat and all - enters and heads straight for the chair.]

What's going on here?

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

[Elle looks up at the woman. She has an instinctual distrust of doctors, and the lab coat isn't helping with that.]

What does it look like?

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

If it was that obvious, I wouldn't be asking.

[She's not going to believe immediately that all there is to it is an innocent girl in restraints.]

Why did they put you here?

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

To test me. It's always to test me.

[waterfell.livejournal.com]

Experiments?

[Yeah she was right. And that means she is about two seconds away from busting Elle out of here and doing some pretty nasty things to the 'doctors' doing this on the way out.

But instead of that anger, she turns a too-bright smile on Elle.]

Then, shall we go?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

[Ah...this is a scene she has a great amount of sympathy for. She walks over to Elle, expression soft but Seth is certainly going to be cautious.]

I'm not here to be your enemy.

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

Then what exactly are you here for?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Who knows? Maybe I'm here for no reason or maybe I'm here to help.

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

Why would you help me?

[daha-az-tanrica.livejournal.com]

Why not? There's no reason not to.

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[Who's that behind your chair breathing down your neck? It's Sylar, son.]

What would you do without me to save you?

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

[Oh look, it's her favorite serial killer exboyfriend here to be a creeper. Lucky her.]

Are you actually going to save me or you just going to be a dick about it?

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[Being creepy is how he says I love you ... 8( ]

I was just going to be a dick, but since you asked so nicely ...

[He waves his hand, and all her restraints come off via telekinesis.]

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

[She knows 8( Look, she knows your life well enough Sylar]

Thanks.

[And as soon as the restraints are gone she pulls the IVs out, just like you never should but everyone always does in TV.]

[intuitivelyapt.livejournal.com]

[w/e sylar did the same thing during ... all of his company adventures. He leans against the side of the chair with his arms crossed, watching her.]

Should I sweep you off your feet and take you to the getaway car now?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ Being shoved into any room by anonymous... ninjas figures isn't something he'd like to have happen any day of the week. But especially not when he's being shoved into a room with an incredibly pissed off, restrained Elle.

-- Elle. Are you.. I don't know if I can get you out of here.

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

What, do your hands not work or something? Just undo the restraints, Peter. [She is no mood for your derpiness :|]

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ but. BUT. There might consequences! Like being electrocuted. ... but he'll get right to that undoing the restraints, thing. ] ... Who put you in here?

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

[Look, she's much more likely to shock you if you take too long, Peter.] Who do you think?

[askedtobe.livejournal.com]

[ He is... fully aware of this fact. Which is why that removing the restraints thing is so fast-acting. ] Yeah, that's what I thought.

[moonlit-voice.livejournal.com]

[Enter Sin, standing beside the chair and peering at the equipment and the electricity curiously. No he didn't walk in. It was as if he was there all along.] I hope you aren't talking to me. This wasn't my fault.

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

If it's not your fault, what the hell are you doing here?

[moonlit-voice.livejournal.com]

Observing. [He states simply, the echoing tint of his voice ever-present.] And now I'm wondering... what should I do next? [He smirks, his fingers running under one of the IV wires attached to her.]

[blueshocks.livejournal.com]

[She rolls her eyes.] You should free me, jackass.

[moonlit-voice.livejournal.com]

[He laughs at that, a light chuckle. Not that it was really funny... but sometimes he couldn't help himself.] Are you sure? That seems like too obvious an answer. What would happen if I left you here?