Elle Bishop (![]() ![]() @ 2009-05-05 16:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, elle bishop, gabriel 'sylar' gray |
WHO: Elle Bishop and "Nathan Petrelli".
WHAT: A crisis of faith...of sorts.
WHEN: Early morning.
WHERE: A church. Possibly somewhere else after.
RATING: TBD.
STATUS: In Progress.
Elle was hardly the sort of person who could really be considered religious, but somehow she found herself sitting in a small, empty church she'd found, staring up at the crucifix and the stained glass windows with their images of the Virgin Mary and so many disapproving saints. Something about dying and coming back had left her with a strange desire to be here. She couldn't really explain it, even to herself, but she wanted to find something to replace the confusion and emptiness she felt almost constantly. She wanted guidance, or a reason, or something to show her why she was here. Everything in her life was chaos right now, nobody here that knew her was exactly someone she could trust, and she needed something to hold on to.
"Look," she said, kneeling and looking up, "I've never done this before, and I don't know if it even works...for all I know, this is all a bunch of bullshit...it probably is. I've never gone to church and I don't know if I even believe in God. And I'm definitely not what you would call a good person." She smiled bitterly. "Far from it. I probably deserve what happened to me...lord knows I helped destroy Gabriel. But, if there is someone up there? I could use a little help. I don't know what this is or why I'm here...I don't know how I'm alive again. I'm so confused and it feels like I'm losing my grip on everything. So...if you could just give me something...some sign or some reason for why I'm here...something to make all of this make sense...that would be nice." She paused, looking around as if expecting someone to appear out of nowhere and berate her for doing this wrong, maybe one of the saints from the windows. "I'll be good. I won't...I won't hurt people...or antagonize Mr. Bennet or Mrs. Petrelli...and I won't call Claire Teen Spirit or Skipper. I'll help old ladies across the street if that's what it takes...just...please..." She trailed off and shook her head. "This is stupid."