Post by storm on Feb 20, 2009 18:06:18 GMT -5
February 9th
Elle was out of control which normally she wouldn’t mind but her whole body was out of whack as if she was mutating or something and her body was being ripped apart the more her emotions ran strong and in this case, Elle Bishop she was always running high on some emotion whether it be anger or hate or plain loss. She couldn’t deal with it, her loss of her father, the fact that if she had done her job right he could still be alive now but that monster, that person she saved had in fact taken that from her, it caused ripples of emotion which were now translating into physical trauma as she overloaded.
She couldn’t control it anymore, her power while her whole father’s death still hung over her and sure she could pretend as she had by rejoining the company and all the other things she had done that she was okay but really he was out there, that monster and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was eating her up more and more and she just wanted it to end, to either have her way with Sylar or to have her powers taken. In the end, choices weren’t really open as on her last assignment, she completely overloaded leaving her so weak that she could barely stand let alone make a life decision.
Her eyes slowly opened, weary as she looked through the momentary haze, wondering where she was, it wasn’t recognizable. She snapped up or tried to but immediately felt pain in her stomach, her gut feeling as if it had been cut out painfully. Her lips let out a yelp of pain, a groan as she ran a hand over her stomach, it was really sore. How did she get here? Her eyes looked up from her to the room, the light gently creeping through the drapes, the room itself not familiar but then again what was these days. She tried to move, to sit up but it was sore, she had really had a number done on her.
Elle was out of control which normally she wouldn’t mind but her whole body was out of whack as if she was mutating or something and her body was being ripped apart the more her emotions ran strong and in this case, Elle Bishop she was always running high on some emotion whether it be anger or hate or plain loss. She couldn’t deal with it, her loss of her father, the fact that if she had done her job right he could still be alive now but that monster, that person she saved had in fact taken that from her, it caused ripples of emotion which were now translating into physical trauma as she overloaded.
She couldn’t control it anymore, her power while her whole father’s death still hung over her and sure she could pretend as she had by rejoining the company and all the other things she had done that she was okay but really he was out there, that monster and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was eating her up more and more and she just wanted it to end, to either have her way with Sylar or to have her powers taken. In the end, choices weren’t really open as on her last assignment, she completely overloaded leaving her so weak that she could barely stand let alone make a life decision.
Her eyes slowly opened, weary as she looked through the momentary haze, wondering where she was, it wasn’t recognizable. She snapped up or tried to but immediately felt pain in her stomach, her gut feeling as if it had been cut out painfully. Her lips let out a yelp of pain, a groan as she ran a hand over her stomach, it was really sore. How did she get here? Her eyes looked up from her to the room, the light gently creeping through the drapes, the room itself not familiar but then again what was these days. She tried to move, to sit up but it was sore, she had really had a number done on her.