Maya Herrara attempts challenge #1

My first impressions are rarely good. Normally they wake up and scream and depending on their religion, ward me off as a demon. I HAD to do better. If I want to win this, I must not kill Sybriel/Sylar. It would be nice if I didn’t kill anyone else either.

In my suitcase I had a few dresses that Alejandro liked me to wear when we were alone. I riffeled through them, trying to decide whatmy fallen angel would like the best. I went for the one with least amount of tar and blood stains. Oh, that might be… never mind.

So the one I chose ended up being a sort of sun dress. I don’t think Sybriel had seen it before so I put it on and modeled it in front of my mirror.

“Oh, no, that won’t do at all,” a voice said.

“Alejandro? Why? What is wrong with this dress. Does it offend you? I knew I should have worn my nun’s attire! I should wear sackcloth and shave my head! I SHOULD SHOOT MYSELF AND JUST DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!!” I burst inro a fresh torrent of tears. Flies dropped dead around my and I heard some birds plop into the ground outside of my window (I picked the ground floor. I should be the first to be killed if a wild chupacabra barges into the mansion).

“MAYA!!!” Geni Alejandro bellowed. “Stop that. I just don’t think that is Sylar’s style. I want you to wear the leather,”
“You mean my punishment outfit? The one I wear when I whip myself?”

Geni Alejandro nodded. “You sleep in them too, don’t you?”

“Yes, but no one wants to see that! It’s not cute at all!”

“Don’t you see? I don’t want cute right now! I mean SYLAR doesn’t want cute right now. We want leather! Your dead brother wants leather!”

“YEEEEEEEESSSS!!! Whatever you wish master!!!”

And so I put on my punishment outfit, complete with the paint and lip piercing.

But when I went downstairs, what did I see?

A plethera of leather and nudity! I looked like everybody else! Except for the ethnic part.

I tried to fight back my tears, I really did, but if you know me at all, then you know that it wasn’t possible. As I ran forward and clutched the straps of the vampire chica’s costume, the first black tear slid from my eye. “NOOO!” I shouted in her face. “DON’T DIE!!!!” But of course, everyone’s eyes went black and they began to sway. I shrieked in panic. And then I saw it. My angel. I had to stop for him. I had to. I thought of his shining body and how sexy our children would be. And the tears and snot sucked right back into my wretched body. Everyone got up and brushed themselves off.

“I’m sorry for stealing your leather stripper idea’s everyone. I am truly an awful person. I am already in my punishing outfit, so I think someone should give me a few lashes. At least until I bleed,”

So compared to my birthday parties and ground hog day, my challange went splendidly. Sybriel liked it when I killed people, right? Just not potential love interests… Oh my goodness… I’M SOOOO SOOOOORRRRRYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!