A/N: Keep in mind while reading that I've only seen about four of five eps of season 3 of Heroes, so I don't know the fandom or characters as well as I could. I hope you'll enjoy it despite that. ;)
"Your silence won't help you," he says. His voice is hard but oddly quiet and is a perfect contrast to the deadly look in his eyes. One corner of his mouth is twitched up but there's no humour evident in his smile. The blade of the knife in his hand glints in the sunlight.
Elle runs her tongue over her lips and shakes her head. No. She won't talk! She won't help Sylar get his way. Not after what he did to her.
She recalls lying on her back on the beach, looking deep into the same intense eyes and trusting the person behind them. She remembers the jolt of realisation as his expression changed and he began to taunt her. And she feels the way he sliced across her forehead, effecting killing her with a single look.
Anger floods her at that last memory and she glares at him. "You know what? I don't care. Kill me again but I'm not giving you anything."
He lifts an eyebrow and shifts his free hand up to run a finger over the knife. His smile expands. "I think you're forgetting who's in charge here."
She swallows and shifts uselessly against the rope binding her to the chair she's sitting on. It chaffs her wrists but doesn't loosen. She had to give it to him – he knew how to tie a rope!
"Now that you're," he pauses to smirk. "Powerless."
Not for the first time she curses that side effect of her resurrection. In order for her to be brought back to life, she had to lose her powers. There is no electricity in her system to defend herself with. There is no sparkling blue power to keep her safe. There is just her.
For good measure, she cusses again.
He smiles wider. "Ready to talk yet?"
Narrowing her eyes and glaring at him, she does the first thing that comes to mind. She spits at him in the same way she'd seen on TV many times before. The action holds less satisfaction than she anticipated. He doesn't even flinch.
"I see we're going to have to do this the hard way," he drawls, moving closer and turning his gaze back upon his knife. He flicks his eyes up to hers then and the intensity of them overwhelms her. Once his expression had held love for her. Now it holds seething hatred.
She forces herself to smile at him and tilts her head up and down in a quick nod. "I guess so," she agrees.