Elle needed help. She had to admit that. She was in a new and foreign place, and she had literally just come back from the dead. No one could deal with something like that on their own. Not even her. And she especially needed help because she currently looked like a murder victim, and she was half naked. She didn’t understand how this had happened. Claire came back from the dead. Claire. But not Elle. Dead was supposed to be dead.
She was supposed to be free, she was supposed to be at peace. Not in this...harsh world where nothing made a slight bit of sense. And her powers, she knew they’d be out of control. And she knew only one person could fix there. How ironic it was, that it was the same man who had murdered her. Sylar. She couldn’t think of him now, it wasn’t helpful. All it would succeed in doing would be causing her to spiral out of control and she couldn’t do that.
Someone had come to help her. He seemed nice enough, and he was cute. What? Elle had eyes. She wouldn’t have been herself if she didn’t notice. But now was not the time to flirt with the cutie who was bringing her some clothes. He had also brought her something to clean up with, but she wasn’t sure that would work out too well. And she wasn’t sure showering with her powers so out of whack would either.
One step at a time.
“It’s mine, only...I don’t have any wounds.” She told him. “Not even the gunshot wound from Bennet.” It didn’t make one bit of sense either. Her hair was soaked with blood from where Sylar had killed her, but there was not even a scratch on her forehead. There was nothing. She didn’t understand, but she couldn’t focus on that now.
“This doesn’t make any sense. Coming back from the dead...it’s not my power.” But she could feel her power building up inside her and all at once it raged through her body, electrocuting her, causing her to double over in pain.
“Step back.” She told him, through gritted teeth. “I can’t...I can’t control it.” She was like a little broken doll or watch, and only one person could help with that.