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[heroslayer]

Considering her ability, it really hadn't surprised him that Angela hadn't come to the door. He was disappointed maybe, given the trouble he'd gone to putting on Peter's face especially for her, but he wasn't surprised. He only wondered if she knew who he was bringing with him and what she was capable of. He wanted something out of this beyond her ability and her head on a stick, and it really wouldn't be any fun at all if Angela knew all about the ace he had up his sleeve, too.

Sighing, he cast Gabriella a sideways glance and leaned into the door, pantomiming the use of a key while he picked the lock, and let them in. The door closed on its own behind them, Sylar unwilling to turn to close it manually on the off chance that Angie had set up an ambush in the foyer. There was nothing, however, the house apparently silent and dark, save for the lines of prying mid-morning sun that crept in through ornate security doors, and he frowned. She could have at least had the decency to be waiting for them when they came in. He supposed, though, that that was Angela for you -- a bitch to a fault, even when her fate was sealed.

He moved towards the stairs at the other end of the room, leaning on the banister as his eyes wandered up the spiral staircase.

"Angela," he sing-songed sweetly, not bothering to trade out Peter's voice for his own. Knowing it was him or not, he could just imagine the look on her face -- the look of horrified betrayal -- when he killed her wearing the face of her sole surviving son. He would have smiled at the thought, too, if the bitch would just give some indication of where she was.

Oh, well. It had been such a long time since he'd had a proper hunt.

Turning away from the stairs, he looked first to the front door again, the locks on it and everywhere else in the house snapping shut in unison with an ominious click, then raised his eyes to Gabriella. Finally, slowly, he offered her a wicked grin. "Guess she wants to play hide and seek."

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Late at night, Gabriella would often consider whether or not evil, and hate could rub off on someone like a contact high. She didn’t know these people. They hadn’t done to her the things that they had done to her partner; her other self, yet from all he had told her, and the obvious effect it had had on him, a pit of pure loathing and disgust had started to brew deep inside her, and with time it started to bubble. And now, here at the door of Angela Petrelli it was overflowing, that obvious in the darkness that seemed to glint in her eyes.

A smirk crossed her face at the miming of the key, along with the shake of her head. Always the show off, but in some ways it was something she appreciated – she liked it when he would gloat, at least when it came to things they could both do. When he showed off all the things he kept from her, her body and mind filled with bitter jealousy that she couldn’t do it, and that she wasn’t strong enough to overtake him to take them. While she might be able to get them, she knew he would find her, and tear her apart, and even the healing ability she desired wouldn’t be able to stitch her together again.

She followed him in, making sure to stay quiet as she did, looking around each and every way, and even carefully going to corners, hand out to make sure no one was hiding in one, out of sight. The hall was clear though, and she focused her hearing for any sign of movement in the house, while she let him do his thing.

“Well we shouldn’t deny her the game she wants to play,” she responded quietly, looking around at the grandness of the house, and then down the hall, before her gaze went back to Sylar. “Up and down, or left and right?”

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"Just as I could get bored of him," Gabriella replied dryly, licking her lips, though that only coloured them a darker red from the blood in her mouth. Not that she felt as though she'd get bored of him any time soon, especially with the interesting things they did, but it could always happen. She tried now; to get the gun to her, but as expected, it moved, but just barely, and drained her of energy so much that she had to close her eyes as she leaned even heavier against the chair; and further slipping down.

However, as it was, the next statement made her eyes snap open to stare at the other woman. "I'm not his girlfriend."

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"...but they're old lady clothes!" Yes. She could be a whiny little child sometimes too, but she supposed that it would be better than what she was in now. "I'll eat after I have a shower."

She huffed as though it was the biggest imaginable burden in that moment, and then turned to head upstairs, to find her bedroom, and take that desired shower. She took her sweet time too; both in the shower as she watched the water first turn red with all the blood, and then clear again, after she had washed her hair a dozen times. The clothes were gathered in a bag, and she even wiped up the floor what she could before she went to try to find something to wear, though everything was too big, and obviously not to her taste. Eventually she went to find something else, and did (http://www.the-anthology.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/mens-shirt.jpg), because she thought it better than the other options.

She went back to the kitchen once she was satisfied, and lingered in the doorway. "Anything good?"