"Shut your mouth, tan lips and pink tongue filled with villainous lies that come like waves, your not Peter, no, not one bit."
The first time I skipped in (which is pretty hard to do in high-heels) all eyes fell on me, all but one that stares up blood pooling on white tile.
In one second blue flames (that look too familiar from years ago) are heating up my skin, and a all too familiar 'baby' fills my ears.
"Well look what we have here, boys, and I told you we were finally going to have some fun."
The leer, all of him forced on me and me alone, that I had seen more times then Sylar's smirking face, was all that he was wearing on his face, ''I want you baby, and now I can take you.'
"Yes, fun. Well for me at lest. I doubt you'll enjoy it, Flint, I doubt that very, very much."
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Lighting and sound multiplication work together beatifically when used on the right person (flint, whose pretty little face is charred like daddy's favorite barbecue) or should I say people?
There were quite a few of them to chose from and when the first one fell (him of course, the one that wanted oh-so much fun) they all fell into line like good little soldiers and it all clicked into place.
"Elle, we just recruited a new batch. I let it pass when you killed the last one (who said with a leer and wondering hands 'she's a fiery one, your lucky Jessie') but these guys we need, got me?"
It was something strange (everything, me, him and evil) when he turned his back on saving the world and now with daddy and girlfriend he adds to the problem, one bad deed at a time.
"Well, maybe you should warn them. Their the ones that always start it, okay, okay I'm leaving."
One little soldier (with multiplication on his tongue and ready to find its way into my head) called us King and Queen and bowed his head that had eyes round and wide with awe.
"Oh, shut the hell up, boy. We have names, he's Peter/Jessie and you can just call me princess."
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