UnlikelyDisguise

A Killer with a Cause

"What about names? What did your captors call each other when they talked? Did they speak a certain language? Russian? Italian?" Her mind started immediately thinking of everything she could use as a lead in the physical world. The other would to speak to Griffin. If he would let her touch him while he thought of the men who left him scarred, she might be able to see faces, hear some things on her own. That way she could more than help, she could find the men responsible...but would Zack and his brother believe her? She thought on it, trying to figure a way into getting Griffin to touch her bare hand, without trying to explain tot hem what she is. She didn't want to get laughed at today, and more often than mot, no matter how much help she offered, people figured she was just plain nuts.

A Killer with a Cause

"And the police?" She tilted her head with that deadly killer instinct that hit. How hard would it be to hunt down these men? Find them in the darkness somewhere and offer them some of the pain they gave others? Maybe she wouldn't have the time. She rarely got enough time to do what she would like to do to these sick men. She could guarantee a death for them...even if it was not the one they deserved.

What's next....for the killer with a cause?

His words brought a laugh. It was easy. He made her feel normal.

"Naw, I'll always know it is you, since you are the only one who can do it.." The walk across campus was an easy one, the Greek place had a great theme, Mt. Olympus of course. They were quickly seated and looking over the menu. Her eyes drifted to his face a few times before she even looked over the food. What was this? What is she doing with him? As they grow closer, she'd be a fool not to feel something...but he can't be a part of her life. She has no interest in dragging someone down with her again. No matter how well they fit together. It pained her but she hid it well. The thought of saying good-bye to him hurt more than her heart.

A Killer with a Cause

She listened intently, trying to gauge in him how bad the hurt was. It is hard to think of what could have been next, she wasn't sure if his brother had lived or not. Her mind spun for a second and she did her best to smile. Kidnapping children is just one step away from evil in hr mind, what happened to those children determines the severity of suffering she may hand out.

A Killer with a Cause

"No, thank you..." She glanced around, but kept her eyes on him mostly. Despite wanting to ask him about his paintings, she kept her mouth shut. She wasn't here to be a friend or to get to know him. This was business and she needed to hear his story so that whoever had wronged him might be brought to some sort of justice. Nothing was certain yet, but it felt as if this young man might have had to wait a very long time before asking for help.

A Killer with a Cause

"I trust myself." She walked off into the direction he indicated and would then follow him up the steps to his home. "I have come across liars and sickos in all colors and shapes while doing this job.." She kept a sharp eye on him and her surroundings. "But I want to help you. If you believe- after what you saw of me- that you need my help, then I want to offer it..." She could have gone on, I Help people, it is what I do...

A Killer with a Cause

She turned to face him fully, the tilt of her head denoted a serious tone. "The police don't always tell the truth, and neither do people asking for help. So I want to give you the chance to tell me the truth before I hear any other version of your story." Her tone was low, her eyes serious. "I can come with you now or give you a cell number you may be able to reach me on at another time.." She stayed quiet for a second, clearing her mind. Waiting to gauge him and see if he would take her up on her offer of the cell phone number.

What's next....for the killer with a cause?

Lamb. She gave a quick nod. Food was something she could talk about for hours, cheese in particular. "That sounds great!" Things got quiet for a moment or two. The air around her held still and she enjoyed those moments brought by his energy.

If only he could know it all. All the things I've done. The details.

It was like he was never a threat to anyone, never a single moment. That's how his energy was able to sneak right up on her. Undetectable to someone scanning only for the bad. She wondered if that would change when his intentions changed for her, and she got to her feet. "Don't feel bad, it is pretty rare to be able to sneak up on me." Her crystal-blue eyes seemed to shine as she spoke.

A Killer with a Cause

"If the police report is not going to tell me your story then it won't be helpful. So you have to talk first or I don't have the perspective I need..." Further confused she paused and gently spoke. "I want to help you, I just wanted to make sure no one found the body before they got here.." She motioned to the van that pulled up and was labeled as the city coroner, typical black ford with the tinted windows. She nodded to the driver and then looked to Zach. "I'm ready to listen if you want to talk.."

A Killer with a Cause

"Frank's not coming with me to your place, Zack." She dropped her hand, confused. "I would like to hear your story first, and then dig in and see what I find out on my own...if that is acceptable to you." She is no stranger to how wicked the world is and her trust is not just handed out because someone tells her a sad story. Even if they mean every word they say, she knows full well that sometimes bad things happen because very good people believe in something that is false. Yet her curiosity is piqued by a young man who didn't seem to question her motives at all, he seemed to be comfortable with her enough to be about to ask for her help, already.