A Whole New World (open)

[Luke Campbell]

Luke nodded, looking over but not yet moving closer to Gabriel.
"Need help now?" he asked.
He might be a little bored of messing around. Or maybe bored of Elle.

[Elle Bishop]

Elle snickered. She leaned back on the table, half-laying down on her elbows. Not a very comfortable position on a hard wood table. Glancing at Luke, she smiled.

"He needed help like five minutes ago," she remarked. Her head fell back. She looked at Gabriel with a side glance. She groaned lowly. "You need an air conditioner. It's hot in here with Mr. Burnsalot."

[Luke Campbell]

"I don't see you offering to help."
Luke smirked slightly at the nickname, wincing a little as he washed his hands, the cold water sizzling on his still hot skin. He dried his steaming hands off, moving to the counter to see what needed doing.

[gabrielgray]

"Find me someone that controls temperature and we'll have air conditioning." he murmured. It was one thing they hadn't thought to outfit the houses with, which sucked, since it was a tropical island.

He set the pan on the burner, brushing past Luke to go to the pantry. Barely opening the door, he tugged the chain to turn on the light, then reached in for the oil. "You can cook the fish, Luke." he said, handing out the bottle to the younger one.

[Elle Bishop]

Elle stuck out her tongue at Luke. She uncrossed her legs and hopped off the table. Walking over toward the sink, she paused. Water plus Elle usually ended in her convulsing from a misfire. She stuck her hands under the tap, washing them quickly, then grabbed a towel and frantically dried them off.

"What, you keep them tied up in the corner of your room or something?" she asked, half-joking half-serious.

[Luke Campbell]

"Wouldn't be surprised... Uh, cook fish how?"
He knew kind of, but not really. He rolled the bottle of oil in his hands while he thought.

[gabrielgray]

"Where do you think I get my powers." he said to Elle, knowing that the realization might cause something of a scene. He prepared himself to stop her from running if she decided to try to make a break for it. Thankfully Luke was on the other side of him, and he had free access to grab at her.

If she'd been in those rooms, she knew what others were out there....the dangerous ones. Hell, she might have even heard of him...the real him.

[Luke Campbell]

Luke glanced quickly at Sylar in surprise, almost shock. He looked down quickly, frowning a little as he wondered if the man was always so lax about keeping his personal life private. He'd have preferred it if Elle was kept in the dark, he had to say. What was Sylar gaining here?

[Elle Bishop]

"Gabriel...?" her tone was low. He looked defensive, scary. He was already almost a foot taller, not to mention was way more physically stronger than she. That look... scared her. Maybe it was time to come clean. Elle took a step back and drew in a nervous breath. No, he'd kill her.

A pang ran through her. Gabriel. That was a name she knew. She didn't know where or how or why, but she remembered that name. She mentally shook herself. She'd probably heard it from some mini-mission. Probably some not-so-dangerous person she had to stake out.

"I don't know where you get them. I was hoping it was... Mimicry or something," she froze. Flicking her eyes from Luke and Gabriel. Her fingers crackled. She could electrocute them both and run if it got to be too much...

[Luke Campbell]

"She's freaking out." Luke muttered to Sylar, keeping his eyes warily trained on her in case she attacked him. He couldn't heal like Sylar did.

[gabrielgray]

"Let her freak out then." Sylar said, though he kept a close watch on the young woman. If she'd been kept in one of the isolation rooms then she was probably just as bad as him. There was just something that infuriated him when he thought of what they had done to him, worse even than the island.

As a precaution, he flexed his hand, causing arcs of current to buzz between his fingers. Sometimes he couldn't hold back the part of him that was completely Sylar, the part that wanted to lash out at everyone. His lips curled into a near feral grin. "Did they let you out to send you here, Elle?" he asked, wondering if that was the point of the whole thing...let the freaks kill each other. He was clearly mistaken over what she really was, as she had made it sound like she'd been one of the ones on level 5.

[Elle Bishop]

Adrenaline rushed through Elle's veins. She could feel the sparks jump off her palm without telling them to. They rushed up her arm causing little shocks to reach her shoulders in multiple short bursts. Two tall, strong guys against one short, one-power girl. Yeah, that's a fair fight. Elle bit her lip to keep it from trembling when Gabriel spoke. Now or never, right?

"My dad's one of the founders of th-the Company... Bob," her voice shook as much as her hands did. "When I was eight, he took me out of the world and raised me there. I've been working for the Company for sixteen years. They dropped me off here less than a week ago because I was too dangerous."

Elle saw the sparks from Gabriel's hand and trembled. "When I get scared, o-or excited, I can't control it." Sparks jumped from her hands up her arms and down her chest. She could feel the bite of electricity on her skin. She was so stupid, coming back to a house with someone like Gabriel. She knew better, she had training for that. One does not just follow random healing strangers to their houses. That's how one dies. Elle involuntarily shook again, another pulse of shocks ran over her skin. She winced hard and fought back a scream. It was the feeling she got when she was doused in water. Her own ability used against her.

[Luke Campbell]

Luke paused, confused.
"Company? What company?"
He watched her, feeling oddly fascinated rather than scared of being shocked as the sparks leapt apparently unbidden from her skin.
It wasn't like he was perfect at controlling his power, but he was never like this...
She was scared.
It looked amazing.
He should probably tell her they weren't going to kill her.
But what if he still wanted to? Even if he no longer disliked her, he wanted to hurt her, wanted her to feel pain, all over her body, he wanted...
A small, cruel smile curved his lips as he watched her shake with pain, wanting it to be even worse. He wanted her to scream.
He took a quick step back, clenching his pulsing fists with wide eyes, shocked by his own thoughts.

[Elle Bishop]

"It's an organization... W-We," she shook her head, "- they track people.. with abilities like ours... Put them away.. Put you here..." Elle struggled to talk through the pain. People with pyrokenisis can't die in a fire, but electric manipulation could potentially kill it's host.

She stared at Luke, biting her lip. The adrenaline rush spiked. His hands were glowing. A powerful voltage ran through her. She backed up into a wall and slid down, curling in as much as she could. Calm down, calm down, calm down. she chanted to herself. Another current buzzed over her, harder than the one before. She leaned forward and screamed into her jeans, muffling the sound.

"If you're gonna kill me, just do it already," she looked up to meet Luke's eyes. She turned her head to the side and buried it in her charged hands. "I can't leave, anyway. They'd kill me, torture me, if they knew, if you told them. They'd think I was still an agent."

[Luke Campbell]

Luke just watched her in stunned amazement. It was like roasting a bug with a magnifying glass, and he wanted to watch her burn.
"It really hurts you?" he asked softly, trying not to smile.
He felt like such a... psycho.