"I could kill you; rip open that pretty little head of yours and with one hand tied behind my back."
His words were weak; all he was doing was muttering threats that were nothing but pretty colored lies.
I watched him stutter and ramble on like he was talking to a pretty girl, blushes and crushes.
He wanted something new, something safe, something that he had never had before, love.
Love, his mother never gave him, love he tried to take from Maya (little miss killer tears) and that only ended in blood and flames.
"I could pollute your mind; make you not want to take a look at my brain. Oh, but I've already done that."
My words sting like venom, attacking his pride.
He's angry, fire in his eyes, but there he stands, frozen in place.
I teased and taunted him, making him suffer for what he wanted.
Pom-poms in hand, twirling in a familiar red uniform, pig tails and sweet smiles.
I was ready, no more running, and no more heroes to save me.
The nightmare man, all dressed in black, he was my fear, while I was his dream.
He lurked in the shadows, always watching, always wanting, something forbidden and unbreakable, loving me instead of breaking me.
He smells of peaches and cream, burning lightning and frozen flavored water, all that was Elle, sister-dear.
"You tracked down Elle Bennett; I can smell her all over you, peaches and cream. So tell me Gabriel did you kiss or kill?"
The apple-pie sweetness of Claire had gone from my voice years ago, replaced by the rough and bitterness of Sandra.
The pure blond turned to muddy brown, stripping away the old me, until she was no more.
Dried blood coated his finger tips, all that was left of older sis, sparks of blue and white spreading to each finger.
"Did it hurt? I'm sure little miss crazy put up a fight, she was good at that."
He circled me, swallowing the words he wanted to say, staying a distance away.
Shy, meekness was something I never thought I would see in the oh so powerful Sylar, the villain of the year.
"Shy? I thought you were above silly things like that, hiding in the shadows, lurking like a coward."
Wickedness seemed to be all I was these days, hate and wickedness, they came like flowing water.
I was waiting on the villains, for his next move, kiss or kill?
Growling like a lion, like the monster he was, he took them both, my lips and my life.
They burned into me, leaving my lips charred and burned; it felt like there were fireworks in my head, and underneath my skin.
"I'm no coward, my little lamb."
"I'm anything but little, my hungry lion."