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[i]-Donny was a light sleeper. It was an old habit, and one he valued. Regardless, he decided not to shoot at the entity with the Glock under his pillow. It had entered without his knowledge, without being cut by any of the razor wires that provided security throughout his room. Instead, when he sat up in brief surprise, he quickly steeled his nerves and listened carefully. When the entity had finished addressing him and began to fade, Donny spoke back, his voice low and still husky from sleep. 
His eyes were half lidded, but a gossamer sheen of sickly green malice radiated from behind them in the gloom, the killer casting a steady, baleful stare after the being. Sometimes, when he really felt the distance close in between him and his victim, when empathy illuminated the best way to give them a truly satisfactory death... Premeditated murder laid itself bare on his face, lending his expression a ghoulish slate of corpselike serenity. He could feel the heft of his own mortality, and the mortality of many others. He could feel their twists of dread, the same dread he'd seen on many faces throughout his career. There should be no such thing as a killer's pride. It's unprofessional. Donny took no offence at the being's perspective of him. He was a tool, after all. That being said, he felt his will harden, calcify into the unyielding bone of a leering skull. He dropped his accent and spoke clearly then.-[/i]

[b]"You doubt my resolve...?"[/b]

[i]-Donny had known what he was going to have to do from the moment he gave Dino his real name. It had been a last farewell, not an 'until we meet again'. This spirit or demon didn't didn't yet know that what was going to occur was a foregone conclusion. Donny wondered what else it didn't know.-[/i]