That said, he turned back to Angela, tilting his head to one side, frowning. If Gabriella hadn't gone and gotten herself shot, he might have enjoyed this; now, unfortunately, all the pleasure had been stripped out of his revenge. He'd have to make sure not to take her along next time. He actually wanted to enjoy one of his kills, and Bennet and Parkman were a hell of a lot more dangerous than Angela Petrelli.
Huffing out a sigh, he raised his free hand, leveling it along Angela's hairline. He muttered something along the lines of, "Say good night, Angie," and started sawing into her head, his motions far too quick and mechanical to offer the sort of suffering he'd hoped to visit upon her. He darted around the desk and her chair so fast it was hard to track his movements and put his fingers to her exposed brain, seeking familiar lines of power. It didn't take too long, and with a whimper brought on by rapidly shifting neural pathways, he took a step back, closing his eyes.
"Still with me?" It was hard to tell whether he was talking to Angela (who clearly was not) or Gabriella.
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Date: 2010-08-28 07:16 pm (UTC)That said, he turned back to Angela, tilting his head to one side, frowning. If Gabriella hadn't gone and gotten herself shot, he might have enjoyed this; now, unfortunately, all the pleasure had been stripped out of his revenge. He'd have to make sure not to take her along next time. He actually wanted to enjoy one of his kills, and Bennet and Parkman were a hell of a lot more dangerous than Angela Petrelli.
Huffing out a sigh, he raised his free hand, leveling it along Angela's hairline. He muttered something along the lines of, "Say good night, Angie," and started sawing into her head, his motions far too quick and mechanical to offer the sort of suffering he'd hoped to visit upon her. He darted around the desk and her chair so fast it was hard to track his movements and put his fingers to her exposed brain, seeking familiar lines of power. It didn't take too long, and with a whimper brought on by rapidly shifting neural pathways, he took a step back, closing his eyes.
"Still with me?" It was hard to tell whether he was talking to Angela (who clearly was not) or Gabriella.