InsaneJournal

Sylar's attempt to kill on her on that isolated beach had turned out to be just that: an attempt. Somewhere in the last moments, Elle realized she wasn't ready to die. Not here and not now. Not by this man. She mustered every ounce of strength she had and rebelled, frying Sylar with every bit of electricity she could manage from her petite body.

It bought her the time she needed and she ran - limped, really - as fast as she could. She ran through the surf, the repeating waves hiding her tracks, and when Sylar came to, Elle was long gone and there was nothing left but drops of blood and a cell phone. She was gone and never coming back.

The past months have been rough. She nursed herself back to health beneath underpasses and in alleyways, spent sleepless nights in homeless shelters. She lost weight, she lost faith, and she fractured even further. Her ability short-circuits in tune with her emotions, a physical warning to emotional stressors. She's darker, rougher than she used to be. And when Claire's face appeared on the television screen, Elle Bishop decided it was time to take revenge on the man who had done this to her. She was in the process of hunting down Sylar.