“I want to kill them all.” Peter declared as he sat at the hotel table in their room.

He was leaning over the stained wood with his arm splayed across the table, fingers tracing over his flesh and leaving trails of red blood in their wake. Peter seemed fascinated by the display, eyes following the trails of blood with avid interest.

“Kill all of who?” Sylar asked as he reached across to stop Peter from continuing his self-abuse.

Peter looked up and gave Sylar a crooked grin. “Everyone.” He laughed - a soft, disturbing sound. “It was so fun, doing what we did today. I want to kill again and again and again.”

Sylar watched as Peter stood, spinning around in a circle with arms outstretched, obviously enjoying himself. “There are so many people close by; I can hear their heartbeats through the walls. We could kill them all right now - slice them into little bits and paint pretty little pictures with their blood.”

“No.”

He stopped spinning, eyes turning dangerously hard. “Why not?” Peter asked approaching Sylar.

The former watchmaker didn’t appear concerned in the slightest by his companion’s sudden mood shift. “I’m not taking a chance at being caught. You might get hurt.”

“Aw…you care.” Peter slid onto Sylar’s lap in a fluid motion, wrapping thin arms around his lover’s neck. “But can I at least kill the people next door?”

“I said no, Peter.” Sylar repeated as Peter began to nibble at the tender skin under his ear. “We’re not going to indulge in our little “hobby” until everyone that could stop us has been eliminated.”

Peter growled, reaching out and telekinetically ripping three long gashes into Sylar’s face. “I want to kill someone. Now!”

He was thrown back onto the bed and pinned there, thrashing in an attempt to break Sylar’s hold on him. Sylar advanced, eyes blazing with anger as the wounds healed on his cheek.

With a swift, cat-like movement he climbed on top of Peter. “You do not fight back against me! Is that clear? Only I know what‘s best for you.”

Peter calmed down immediately. “Yes, Sylar.” He murmured, submitting without a fight.

A smile bloomed on Sylar’s face as he claimed Peter’s lips in a kiss.

He didn’t know how the Company broke Peter’s mind, but he loved that they did. Peter was so useful to him now, broken as he was. He could easily be manipulated; and his powers were so out of control that Sylar could easily over power him.

“We’ll hunt the people down, one by one.” Sylar whispered in Peter’s ear, “Everyone with powers will die by our hands.”

Peter giggled, “I like that. It’ll be just like this morning, right?”

“Yes, just like this morning.”

“I loved this morning; and now I can hurt you - just like you hurt me.” Peter wrapped his legs around Sylar’s waist and arched into him, eyes taking on a crazed look. “But they tried to hurt me today. I don‘t like getting hurt by people other than you.”

“Hey, don’t worry.” Sylar began to eagerly unbutton Peter’s shirt. “I’m going to take care of you.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yes. Just listen to me and everything will turn out perfect.”