[ Sylar released his grip on Jesse's throat with a certain glee, wrapping an arm around Peter's waist and watching the other man work over his shoulder. He could see that Jesse was looking straight at Peter, perhaps hoping to make it clear to him how wrong this was, or appeal to his better nature. He didn't think too long on his reasoning that it probably should, that it wasn't like Peter to want to go after someone innocent.
The problem was it didn't matter right now. None of it did. The only thing he cared about was his own pride, his own satisfaction in seeing the weapon that he had made Peter into at play. He nosed into his hair, just above his ear, and sighed softly. ]
Beautiful. And now it's my turn.
[ He raised his hand level to Peter's, ready to cut. This time he would scratch the surface of bone, but again not cut through it. He would leave the killing blow for Peter. But not yet. Not yet. Pain first, then gloating--killing later. ]
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The problem was it didn't matter right now. None of it did. The only thing he cared about was his own pride, his own satisfaction in seeing the weapon that he had made Peter into at play. He nosed into his hair, just above his ear, and sighed softly. ]
Beautiful. And now it's my turn.
[ He raised his hand level to Peter's, ready to cut. This time he would scratch the surface of bone, but again not cut through it. He would leave the killing blow for Peter. But not yet. Not yet. Pain first, then gloating--killing later. ]