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"Of course it is, it's called being good," Elle replied as she sat on the railing, her feet were kicking back and forth almost as if she was a child. "Getting an itch? Finger twitchy? Or are you wanting to go save a cat from a tree or something?"

Gabriel had just left his apartment building when he heard her. Elle's voice was one he did not want to hear again. He kept his head facing the street in front of him, and he had wondered if the suppression of the hunger. "I think it's a bit more involved than just saving a cat from a tree, or helping a little old lady cross the street."

He refused to let himself look off into the direction of where Elle's voice came from. "And, I'm not about to let you ruin the progress, I've made. Of course, you should be dead..."

"I'm not here to ruin," Elle said with ease as she smiled at the man, "I always believed you could change, you are the one who lied and said you couldn't." She chuckled softly, "So Gabriel, what is it you think you can do? You would know if I was dead, if I am dead."

Gabriel continued to stare off into the street, as he rested his hand on the railing that leads down the steps and onto the pavement. And, the unwanted memories that voice brought are anything but welcomed. "I'm not sure I believe you." He said, and he finally turned his head to look in the direction that he believed the voice to be coming from.

"I know you're dead, I remember leave your body to burn on that beach, and I clearly remembered walking away. You're a bad omen, Bishop. You're the one who with the help of Bennet who helped make into the monster that I was," Gabriel said in a cold voice, as he turned his head away to look back out at the traffic in the street. "Now what exactly do you want with me?"

She smiled sweetly at him when he finally looked at him, "I'm the bad omen?" Elle snorted at him, "I only give you something to point the finger at," she hopped off the railing, "You ripped the forehead on your own, you ripped all the foreheads on your own, my father, mine," she shrug her shoulders, "but you also know you aren't alone in the world and some people have better power then yours."

Her hands slid in her pocket as she moved toward to the steps, "You also know I tried to stop you, you also know everyone lied to you, yes, even me, till the end." She paused, looked at him and winked "You also know the Company, can't be trusted and just because you burnt down the building, they still exist."

Gabriel never did deny that he was the one behind the pointing of the finger, nor the taking off all of those foreheads. "You were the one that offered me one of the finest drugs." He started down the steps, and stopped when she came up to join him.

Brooklyn was the perfect place for Gabriel to meld into, a 'reformed' serial killer was able to blend in with everyone else who had just as many problems as he did. His brow furrowed, and he started back down the steps again. "Power. Oooh, I just didn't stop with you, you left me a list of numbers that lead me to some interesting people."

"As for The Company, I want nothing to do with them, Angela will find someway to bring it back, and things will start once again." Gabriel didn't seem to give a shit at this point. "Now, I'm starting to wonder if you're my conscious playing tricks on me, or did by some strange miracle did you survive me taking your forehead off of your head."

"You stole the list, I didn't leave you anything," she informed him with a rolled of her eyes "and you of all people know how it is to do something for your family, what I did you to was my job, you are the one to took it out of contexts and made it your mission." She shrug her shoulder to his last statement, if he wanted to know he could figure it out on his own. Elle walked down the stairs, then turned to face him. "You know I didn't make your life so bad, you could at least be a little pleased to see him or ask me how I'm doing...." she pointed out.

Her thumb pointed at herself, "I was the one who got it in the end, but you had a pretty good day that day." Elle winked at him, chuckling, but then spun on her heel to keep walking, "Plus Gabriel, you can leave the Company, but it will never leave you...alone. I know that more than anyone."

"You stopped me from hanging myself, okay, I will give you credit for that one." A corner of his mouth twitched up into a smile, and the two did work well together after his arm was twisted into working for The Company.

When she started to walk, Gabriel started to follow behind her. "What are you trying to imply, Elle? As for the list, I simply just followed that need to further myself and to evolve beyond what was possible. Of course, this did a wonder for my sanity!" Could he have stopped himself? Did he really have control, of course he did, but Gabriel was greedy. "Now, there's something stopping me. Someone decided to clip my fangs." Then he remembered that he went through this before.

"I was able to stay well out of their hands, if I have to go on the road again... I will."

"Killing, hiding, throwing a fit," she asked, making a face, rolling her eyes "right that worked so well for you." But she threw her hands up, "I'm not implying anything," she singsonged, "and you are the only one who claiming you are crazy."

Her head turned to smile at him, her blonde hair was in her face, "You didn't fangs, you just...were, I don't even know. I think it's cute you are playing the good guy and always knew you had it in you to be that guy. I kinda liked him."

"Riiiight, because any sane man would find popping off foreheads to be a wonderful line of work, any sane man outside of a brain surgeon," Gabriel said as a reminded, and he lifted a finger up to his forehead. "And, the hunger is still in there just waiting for that moment again."

He walked over towards her, and he went to place a hand on her cheek to see if this was real. Perhaps he killed again, and he found himself with another new power. "Of course you weren't there for Nathan Petrelli's untimely death or anything else...Now why are you really here?"

Most people who knew him would stepped away from him, she stood there, letting him come closer to her. "I'm here to see for myself, to see if it was true." She looked at him for a moment, her blue eyes taking him in, "you can always fight the hunger, Gabriel. You have before and you know you can feed that hunger by just a touch. You ripped my forehead for spite, not for my ability."

She just kept looking at him, "I was damaged goods, the company lackey who loved someone who was crazier then me, but my view of love had always been distorted, thanks to daddy issues. " She crossed her arms over her chest, "did that make you tingle? Was any of that a lie?"

He stood there with his hand cupping Elle's cheek, and he looked into those blue eyes. He knew he did remove her forehead out of spite, he had already had taken her ability long before hand. Still, Gabriel had to learn to use it, to gain his powers without murdering people for them. "I had a mission, an important mission, to find my real father and to see what type of man he was."

Still, he had killed out of spite, and it was that drive to be special and unique that drove him to murder both Arthur and Nathan. "All of my life was built on trying to prove myself to others, to be special, and to be accepted."

ooc: Sorry, for the choppy voice.. In the middle of doing another canon review for him. :>>

"All my life was to proved to my father that he loved me instead of I love you being a slamming down," she replied. "I did lie, it was my job to lie, but in the end, you won, you lied to me." She offered a sad smile, "all I wanted was to be normal and loved and for a moment, one normal moment, you did that."

Her hand touched his his, "Gabriel, you are special, always will be, but you won't be accepted till you prove you won't kill," her hand dropped, Elle pulled back her face fro him hand. "Trust yourself for once would you?"

[ooc: no worries, Elle's a little rusty herself.!]

"Structure without any love in return," Gabriel said, as he nodded his head in understanding to what she said. The sad smile was returned, for the one moment when he was without his powers he never felt so free, and then he was with her. "You accepted me without question both times," He admitted, and then he had to let his spite get in the way of it all.

His eyes had never left hers, and he enjoyed this brief moment no matter how short lived it was. "I know that I can control it, and I've proven myself this numerous times before." Still Gabriel didn't have that trust in himself. "Trust myself, eh? I don't think the others trust me either, and I understand why." He held his hand up in the air in the vacant spot from where Elle’s face used to be for a short while, and soon he lowered it back down to his side.

This still seemed all too real, and this wasn’t the first illusion that felt this way.

[ooc: Finally got myself up to S3. Elle sounds good so far!]

Elle sighed, she moved closer to him now, her lips looked amused, but her face was a little troubled. "You know you are the shit, you know all you can do, but doubting yourself, by not trusting yourself, isn't going to allow anyone to trust you, Gabriel. Sure you've done bad things, we all have, but deep down, I knew there was a good special thing about you. Only issue was, you don't know that and till you do, this struggle, the desire to feed that hungry will consume you no matter what you did."

She lifted her hand up, finger pointed to herself and him, "We were raised in captivity, we only thing we are as good as we were taught to be."

[ooc: thank you very much - Question, who was Noah's mom?]

"It's still new, and I do understand why the others don't trust me to change. I was given that chance before, and I decided to do something else with it instead. Okay, sooo, I ended up going to find my biological father. That I left to slowly rot," Gabriel said, as he simply stood there in the middle of the sidewalk.

He knew the hunger was not easy to control. He wanted to gain full control over his ability, his fear of dying alone, and is drive to be accepted was what pushed him. He lifted his hand up to point his finger at her. "You were, and I wasn't. I was free to do what I wanted." He didn't forget his travels, and buying his adopted mother those dreadful snow globes. Still, he was a product of that overbearing bitch that became his driving force to be unique.

His mouth twitched. "We're the product of our own environments. You and I, both the products of overbearing parents that did not see us for how special we truly are."

"Now here we are, we're free. We're free of the control of 'The Company'."

[ooc: Mmm, Sylar's voice doesn't seem as bad as I think it is. Alas, with all the family angst, no mention of Noah's parents anywhere.]

"And that's my point," she told him with a smile, "You weren't free, you had chains too, just not literally tied to a bed like I was. You were her boy, always going back to her, always feeling down when she pushed you down with her words." But he got that and she wasn't going to push the subject anymore.

Elle leaned on her toes, she lightly touched his nose, sparking it, then pulling away, "You are right, you are free," she said plainly, "free to be anything you want, anyone you want" her hands open wide from dramatic purpose and then she smiled at him as her hands dropped back down to her side, "you know the perfect way to trust someone is to just trust them. Trust yourself too," she moved to step again, to keep walking, "What about the shop, going to reopen it?"

[ooc: I meant in your opinion.]

He twitched his nose and crinkled his brow when she shocked him, and he reached his hand up to rub where she 'sparked' him. Gabriel wanted nothing more to do with the subject, it was still a hard one to deal with, and he turned his focus on his plans.

Gabriel rolled his shoulders in a shrug. "I gave it some thought, but it sounds a little too mundane after everything I have been through. Still, it would pay my rent and put food in my mouth." He tilted his head to the side, and he had wondered if Elle had something else on her mind. "Unless, you have something else on your mind."

[ ooc: The little kid yeah? Until they killed her off, I'm going with Elle as the mom. ]

"Nope," she shook her blonde locks, "if I had something, you wouldn't do it anyways, like I said, I'm just visiting, I'll be out of your way soon." She smiled at him, "stop trying to figure me out," she told him softly, "I've got nothing to hide, what you see is what you get for the moment."

She sighed as they kept walking, "topic change," Elle announced. "How is your life? Like dating? being social?" She was being nosy, but this was Elle, she didn't know how not to be in someone personal business.

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She can be a dream or real, your call.

I'm cool with anything! :)

We can wing it.

Let it be winged then.

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