It aches, comes in waves, like pricks of pain.
But it doesn't come without perks, sure being shot in the arm sucks, but you still get a whole bucket loud of pain killers.
"Touch my arm again, fight club, and your nose will have company."
He was cautious around me, like I was a rabid dog, trying to take a bite out of him.
I look up at him, my teeth bared and a low giggle coming from my lips.
"Your father told me to check your wound and give you Claire's blood; I don't want to anger him."
"And we wouldn't want that, would we?"
My nails yearned to make tracks on the doctor's pretty face, making him scream in pain, to feel what Bennett felt.
"El, please."
Please? Please! He was begging like a filthy dog. I've killed a few people in my life time, but I had an excuse, what does he have?
"Please? Now, now, Mohinder, that sure doesn't sound like a cold blooded killer, now does it?"
He snapped, it was quite funny to watch. One moment he was buried in his files and charts and in the next he was grabbing my arm, piling back the bandage.
"That's more like it."
I took a hold of his head, like it was a watermelon, ready to be broken wide open.
A white blue light flowed from my hands, making its way up my arms to his head, his screams were satisfying.
"They say too much electricity can screw a person up, want to test that theory, doctor?"
"Y-your cr-razy."
I let him go, sending him flying across the room, right into all his precious research.
"You can thank my daddy for that."