He was (and forever will be) a monster, he was everything I didn't want him to be and like all the rest he was already gone, serial killer (thinking he did it once again) on the run.
(and he, Sylar or son of a bitch, didn't even check if I was fully dead just burnt me to a nice crisp with my own freaking power. Who said karma wasn't a bitch was a idiot.)
"You saved me, and now why in the world would you go do something like that?"
The man before me (and yet again: if he's even a man at all but maybe today that changes?) was an old sort-of friend/enemy and he himself was older then the dust itself.
"Without you in the world, El, it would be a very dull place, for me and many others."
(and did I mention his habit of charming the skirts off of us girls? Or did you just notice that on your own. Plus I bet your all skirtless.)
"Flattery only gets you so far, Adam, so why did you bring me back from the dead and this time no more pretty lies better be coming from those lips."
"Fine. The plan (the one that is now over and dead just like the rest of them) was to kill each and everyone of those son of bitches, Elle. I told you that so many times, haven't I? Anyway, Sylar did me a favor by killing your father, the last one of them, but the plan had you alive and well. So I couldn't have Sylar offing you any time soon, understand, electric child?"
"It's all crystal clear, Monroe."
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"Tell me again, Adam."
Over the years I have already been here (white washed walls and gray floors) for too long, but at lest there was one up side to this all, Elle Bishop.
"I've told you that one over and over again, El. How about a new story?"
(and by new I mean the riveting tale of the son of a bitch, Hiro Nakamura)
"No! It better be that one or else."
This small thing before me (barely eight years old and going on twenty) held up her hand, that was sparking blue and white, both threating and playing at the same time.
"Fine, have it your way, El. The first phase of my plan begins with ditching this dump..."
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The woman in front of me was both different and the same as the child that came each and every night for three years to hear my words like they were little pills she couldn't live without and it just took me this moment to finally see it.
"Thank you."
"No thank you for ever being born, Elle Bishop and this time I'm saying this from the heart and not just to get in your pants. But while were on subject, would it have worked?"
"Sadly, yes."