watchmakersylar | 6 Word Story

I scowl when I feel his calming. I push up my walls to block it out, but it's never entirely gone. I hate that. "Stop it. I just want to hate you. Stop making sense." I growl, pacing. Why the fuck am I here? Oh yeah, to needle him...

"Would you please explain to me the logic of driving me to murder? I would love to understand this game of yours. I admitted that it's still part of me. I admitted that I miss killing." I rake my fingers through my hair and sit down in the nearest chair.

I glare at him, "I hate you. I'm supposed to hope for your downfall. That means you killing again..." I trail off, "Mainly I just like pissing you off. It is a kind of game. It's fun to beat the shit out of you, taking punch for punch, knowing we can't die." I shrug, sliding down the wall, sitting. "I'm a masochistic son of a bitch."

"So to make you happy, I'm supposed to kill someone innocent. That way I'm proving to you I'm nothing more than a killer, and you get to feel smug about being right while someone dies? Some hero you turned out to be." I laugh and wave a hand. "Then we must be soul mates, because I'm a sadistic fuck."

"Shut the fuck up! I wanted to be the Hero a long time ago, isn't all it's cracked up to be." I hate how he can turn things around like that, asshole. "I've grown up. I don't have the same hopes and dreams. Hell hopes are always dashed and dreams never come true anyway."

"Soul mates? What a riot. Thought Bennet and the other Peter hit your kinks just fine?"

"Maybe you should. There's nothing wrong with wanting a better world." I feel like my brain is wrapped in cotton. The angrier he tries to make me the worst the trapped feeling gets, but there's nothing I can do about it without losing who I am. Who I tried so hard to be. "Bennet and Peter are my loves. I will do anything for them. They aren't my kinks."

I look at him, his tone, his manner... He's being such a pussy. "Not your kinks... No they wouldn't be would they?" I use my newest ability that I'd stolen from another Sylar and shift my appearance to mirror his. No shirt him. "This is more your kink isn't? God you're so pathetic." I stand up and loom over him before shifting back to myself.

"I am not weak." I lunge at him, wrapping my arms around his waist and sending us into the wall. "I am tired of being your punching bag! Tired of being the one you blame for everything! I am tired of YOU!"

My head hits the wall and I see stars for all of two seconds. I'm laughing. I can't help it and in the end, it's what gets me in trouble the most. "I didn't call you weak. I said you were pathetic. P-A-T-H-E-T-I-C." I raise my hands and slice them down on the sides of his neck, hitting him hard.

"Son of a bitch." When he hits me, I end up biting my tongue, filling my mouth with blood. I lick it off and bring the top of my head up under his chin. I grab as much of his hair as I can and twist. "Do you want to see the monster, Peter? Then here he is."

My teeth rattle together or at least that's what it sounds like when his head hits me under the chin. His hand in my hair pulling is another matter entirely though. It's a different pain that doesn't go to my brain, but to my groin.

I breath deeply as he rages pulling my hair more. Fucking a, he would be right up against me when he's doing that too. I grab a hold of his hair too, pulling back at him. I want to hit him, but instead I turn my head, pulling against his hold which only makes things worse. "Fuck!"

The trickle of blood running down his lip draws my attention. With a growl, I bring his face close to mine and lick the blood away, running my tongue over his lips. My other hand slides between us teasing him through his jeans.