when the sun goes down (Crowley)
After that insane time in the snow, Elle had just been trying to map her surroundings. Only, everything kept changing. She never starved or got so lost that she couldn't get back to her apartment, but it was infuriating. More than once she'd shocked the hell out of a street sign because they weren't the same as they should have been. What the hell was with this city? Everything changed, nothing stayed the same. When she ate everything in her apartment more food was there. When she thought she was out of money, more would be waiting in her pocket. It made her head hurt at times, and Elle didn't like that.
Now she was lost. More lost than she wanted to be. It was getting dark really quickly. Did she remember this street? Down it she went, only to come face to face with a park. A park of all things. She'd never seen the park before, and instead of turning around (which normally just got her more lost) she headed into it. It seemed pretty deserted. Maybe cut across and find her apartment on the other side. Yeah.
That sounded about right.
Elle started off into the grassy part of the park, staying off the paths, but keeping close enough to the street lights. She still didn't trust anyone here. She missed her dad. She almost missed her partners, but what she needed to do was get a call to the company and tell them about Sylar. Tell them about everything she'd seen. But her phone barely worked. She hadn't seen that other gifted guy yet. She hadn't seen -anyone- like her since him. She wondered if more existed. The more she wandered around this place, the more stuck she felt.
And that freaking sucked.
Elle skipped past another light and found she wasn't near a path anymore. She could hear ducks and what sounded like water splashing around. She followed that noise and in the dim light she could see a pond. Ducks. Elle didn't really think they were cute and cuddly like some people thought. She supposed people liked things that made strange sounds. She liked computers, and guns, and her dad. Oh and Peter. Peter had been cute. Until he ditched out on her. Bummer.
Elle snapped her fingers, sparks flying from them. Maybe she'd zap a duck to feel better.
But something was there. Some shadow.. Some..one? She felt them. Like a shift in the air. it was dark, and kind of cold. Elle turned her head to look over her shoulder. There was someone there. One hand went to her jacket, meaning to get her gun, while her other was ready to zap them if they were a threat.
"Can I help you?" She said in a low voice. Maybe they would run off.
She hoped this wasn't a mugging. She didn't really want to kill anyone tonight. It had been awhile on the other hand... Maybe.. just one small kill. Daddy wouldn't know. Not like that Irishman in the pub. That'd been a bit of a mistake on her part.