Being with him was something new altogether, he wasn't like all the other boys with pretty faces but nothing in their heads (just a need to be shocked and save the world), and he wasn't the king of villains like the he aspires to be.
It was a release from the normal, meaning boys that would hurt me with both their biting words and their pretty fingernails that they keep sharp and ready to rip at my heart.
(he wasn't a Sylar, the one I promised myself never to choice ever again, but he wasn't a Peter either, he was both my big bad villain and my cute little school-boy)
"Sylar didn't talk about you at all, Elle."
From the start of this (me messing around in the mini-villain club, being first super-villain cougar) he likes to test me even more then I do him, which is always a test involving lots and lots of shocks, testing me with those words of his to see if I'm like the rest of the girls, just another piece of china all but ready to break but so far I've passed every test with flying colors.
(and after I pass, all I do is smile wide and watch as he cries out in pain as my charged fingers dance on his skin, payback is always sweet)
"Good, I'd rather not have him bragging about putting an end to me when it's quite clear he failed. Now, bite that tongue of yours, bad boy. I think it's time for a timeout and some shock therapy. We both need a little bit of that,, anyway, ready Mickey?"
"Ready, Minny."