"I don't like him, I don't like him, help me escape, will you?"
Her hands pulled at me, pulling me into a wonderland of stuffed animals and lace, everything that little good girls like.
One wall caught my eye, painted black and red not one drop was out of place and it was covered in articles and letters.
In big red letters, SYLAR covered most of the wall.
"He comes, widows, widow! He comes smirking like the joker himself, makes me laugh oh he makes me laugh!"
She ripped the covers from her bed, wrapping them around herself and dancing around.
She was never like this, always at edge but never off the cliff and it seemed that Sylar had finally gotten to her ripped away her mind piece by piece.
"Where is he Elle, where is he?"
"He's gone, gone, only comes at dark, through the window like a kitty-cat. Do you believe you can bring him down, don't make me laugh! He'll rip, rip, rip your head open, he's like a shadow no finger will touch him, only the clouds can see him. Why not give it a try?"
"Elle, stay calm, I'll get your father."
Her face turned pale and a sob came from deep inside her, her mind seemed to break even more at the mere mention of her father.
"NO! Leave, leave, leave, now!"
Tiny fists came flying, pushing at me her fingers turning blue as she grew angrier and shocking me till I couldn't feel my arms.
The door slammed in my face, and was locked from the inside, melted shut; her cries could be heard from every where.
"Oh Elle…"
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"Elle, I promised always to let you open the widow. Please open it. What's wrong? "
"No one come in, no one! Leave, leave Gabriel, they come to find and open up your mind."
The window flew open and he let in all of the monsters, watching me and watching him.
Frowning face, smirk fell to the ground saying hello to his feet.
"Elle?"
"OUT! Out, out, out, now! They come, they come!"
The door flew open, daddy with his haunting face.
No father, no father with glasses I grabbed and smashed to bits with my fingers, my fingers.
"Their here."
Drip drop, drip drop the blood looks like paint on my finger tips, daddy, daddy pulls the lever and I'm me, I'm me crazy and laughing.
Laughing, laughing at the blood.
'Come Elle' he whispers, pulling me in his black wings and flying away.
Doctor watching us fly away, dying, is he dead or dying?
"Are you any better?"
"I came didn't I?"
