Disclaimer: I don't own Heroes' Peter Petrelli or Elle.
Author's Note: Ok. So this is the first Heroes piece that I'm posting on here and I hope you guys like it. Also I didn't bother to write the lullaby Elle is singing cause well even in my head it was odd, lol. And I didn't want to confuse anyone.
Sadistic Lullaby
Peter closed his eyes as he stretched out on the poor excuse for a bed. It was greatly comfortable but the longer he reminded in the room the more he got used to it, although it would never be his first choice to sleep on. If the Company wanted his cooperation so badly, they could have at least offered much better living conditions then this.
The door to his cell opened, the youngest Petrelli brother made no move. It didn't take a scientist to know that the electric-powered blonde had entered the holding cell. Peter feigned sleep; silently wondering what Elle wanted. It wasn't a normal thing to receive visits from the sadistic beauty. Soft steps approached and Peter turned on to face the wall, eyes still closed.
The bed springs underneath his head sunk slightly with the added weight of the petite girl. The empath resisted the urge to shiver as her warm hand touch his turned face, not wanting to alert her too his being awake. He waited to feel the familiar pain of jolts of electricity coursing from her delicate looking hand to his body, but the feeling never came. Her soft her stroked his cheek and he could just image her smiling done at him.
"Hey Peter, how's my favorite puppy tonight?" Her soft breath hit his face, indicating that hers was a lot closer then he expected. The question Elle asked was rhetorical, as the blonde continued speaking.
"Such an adorable face." She cooed, her fingers playing over his features. First down his closed eyelids, down the ridge of his nose, tracing the lining of his lips and finally down to his chin. Soft jolts of electricity greeted each fleeting touch. Peter remained still though he wanted nothing more then to look into her eyes and see what the sadistic young woman was thinking.
The thought of turning to his back, opening his eyes and questioning her motive played across his mind, but the thoughts rapidly vanish when Elle's hand traveled back up his face. Her hand played softly with his short locks. A soothing yet frightening sound drifted to his ears, as the young blonde sang soft.
A lullaby sang soft enough to remind Peter of a mother singing to her child. Elle sang a song of her own creation, words with a meaning that only she could truly understand. Yet Peter couldn't help but fall into oblivion despite the light shocks of electricity as Elle's soothing voice drifted into his ears while she continued to pet his hair.
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