Unlike Sylar, the one that I like to keep from my mind at all times (expect when I'm killing his over and over again in my dreams), the world isn't his play ground to do what he pleases with but maybe someday he might be more of a man then the nightmare-man himself.
(and when he no longer has that pesky baby fat, which I must emit I adore)
But until that time, which has been seen only by those damn heroes and their shiny future telling powers, for the first time in my many unhealthy relationships I get to wear that pants and have the better power.
And trust me I won't be looking forward to the end of that because at the moment control is only thing I have left.
(and my new toy, this grinning baby boy, just loves to follow my every word)
By that time, when the earth has scorches where Sylar burned it to pieces (saying he loved her all the while), I'll be ready to hand over all the power to the man that at the moment I'm helping to create.
One that will be even more deadly then Sylar and all those wannabe-villains (sadly I was once one of those) combined, he'll be Hades in the flesh ready to rain death down on everything and everyone.
And I'll be his Meg but rather then running off with the hero (which Peter would be playing his part perfectly once again) I would be spending my last days, side by side with the villain of the story.
(yes I watch Disney, doesn't everyone? Well, at least all the girls with damaged brains I know do, and sadly I'm the only one that fits in that category)
"Elle, what are you doing?"
"I'm planning your bright and shiny future, baby boy, and you bet that I'll be around to see it."