"He looks just like him."
I can't count the number of times those words have been said and still they hurt each time (like those familiar faces enjoy watching me in pain) like they aim to bring up the most hurtful thing in my life (besides the many episodes with daddy dearest) and flaunt it in my face.
That the little angel (which I hope he stays forever and ever) before me, hiding behind my legs and staring up at the man that one day he would call uncle, looked a carbon copy of his father, who happens to be both my murderer and the one of so many others.
(all but those beautiful eyes of his that are just like mine and mine alone)
"I know that all too well, Peter."
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"Do you love Uncle Peter, mommy?"
It didn't take long for that baby face of his to start to show a bit of the man he would someday be, and thank god he grew out of the Sylar-like features (and wasn't a thing like the real one), and for those early years our life was filled to the brim with normal and for me that is a rare thing.
"Yes, like he's my big brother, so we won't be getting married, baby but we'll still be the best of friends."
It worked like a charm and all those 'do you love Uncle Peter' and 'When will Uncle Peter be my new daddy' questions went away (and trust me there were a whole lot of those) and he enjoyed what little time he got to spend with Peter and the massive amounts I spent with him.
(turning my little boy into a hero rather then what his father was, a villain)
"Too bad, Aunt Claire said you look great together but she said it kind of mean-like. What does that mean mommy?"
"Nothing baby, she's just jealous."
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But of course I knew from day one, when he was placed in my arms and it changed me because I was now a mother (no longer just a crazy little girl, or a wannabe villain, a mother), that our bliss would finally come to an end and it wouldn't take very long.
"Elle, what's wrong?"
Before I could tell him the truth (that was burning on tongue and biting at the insides of my mouth) tears, heavy on my eye lids, fell fast and all I could at that moment was fall into Peter's arms.
"He has Sylar's power, Peter, oh god, what I'm I going to do?"