"Peter?"
The moment his face comes into view, (blood filling up every single pore and the cuts that don't close just keep on screaming) crashing to the ground at a unbelievable speed for a seven story building, memories of pink lips fill my head.
"Your not healing."
"He-e took my powers, he took every last one of them, El."
The damaged little girl inside (that has been coming out less and less these days) wants to pour every last bit of the pain that is circling in my veins right into his pretty face for even saying my name with friendship on the tip of his tongue.
"Come on, Peter, we need to get you out of here."
'You've changed a lot, El, the old you with no one to shed tears for would have killed him, the one that took your pink heart and broke it into a million pieces.'
'I know, I know but I stopped being her the moment the first drop of blood fell from my daddies head, now I don't even know what or who I am.'
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"Stay still or I will shock you. Don't worry hero it's not any kind of threat, my powers are a little wonky lately and I don't want to hurt you."
Strangely every word that (that came a little too easily) was shoved out of my glossy lips were all filled with truths rather then the lies that I had once loved to let sit on my every word.
Every part of me was screaming out in protest at the even thought of helping (just one twitch of the hand and he will feel all the pain and all the suffer, just one twitch, El) the one that thought my damaged little heart needed to be stepped on some more.
"Thank you, El, thank you so much."
"Oh, shut up and stay still. Don't thank me, it was the right thing to do that doesn't mean I wanted to."
Now that's the me I remember, popping her head up with every static pulse that rippled though my skin and all the words that came out true to the very last letter.
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He was utterly powerless (in both his mind and body) in every sense of the word.
Right now was my chance to take my revenge ('you can't just stomp all over a girl's heart and walk away, Peter, it's time you pay up for the pain you caused.') hurt him until he felt everything that was going through my body, but for the first and maybe not the last time, I was the good little girl.
"Don't try and go anywhere yet, well, you can give it a try if you want to go ahead and off yourself. It's fine with me, Peter."
"Fine, I'll rest for now."
"Good little Peter. (lets just hope your still good when you wake up)"
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It seemed days upon days (but in reality in was about five and a half hours) before he was finally in good enough heath so the both of us could be on our ways, one of us slipping down to hell well the other floated up to heaven.
"Looks like my act of charity is done and finished with, I'll be on my way. I would say it's nice to see you again, Peter, but I already lie enough. Goodbye."
Before I went on my, the hate still boiling away in my veins (at this point they could just slap a post it note on me saying 'Sylar number 2'), I felt his fingers intertwining with mine (making it though the shocks that hurt the both of us).
"Thank you, I'm so sorry, El."
"I know, (me too, me too, ME TOO) that's why your the hero and I'm the villain."