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Post by x.Wolf.x on Apr 25, 2007 17:14:43 GMT -5
The single question that she had guessed would come...came only moments later. Who was she? She was really Katili, a serial killer wanted for slaughtering 49 men, women and even children- all in clever ways. She would drop hints of the murder that lead the police on a winding and twisting trail until they end up chasing thier own tails. She enjoyed torture, the sound of one screaming in pain, toying with anyone's mind and long walks in the middle of the night. But she couldn't tell Peter any of this. Because if she gave up her name and that little clever teenager just happened to come across one of those wanted posters in town, there would be a fight and she'd have to tear him apart far to quickly. And so, she merely looked at him in fake confusion, almost as if asking why he had suddenly wanted to know. Finally, she spoke: "My name is Cassandra" She replied, naming a teenager she had killed a little over a month ago.
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Post by xXPeterxX on Apr 25, 2007 17:33:30 GMT -5
Peter's eyes narrowed. Cassandra. Something seemed wrong. Peter got the feeling he'd seen her before, but he couldn't find the when or where. He had the oddest sensation, one that told him that the teenager before him was lieing through her teeth, but then another feeling, one of sympathy broke through. Since when did I feel sympathy for someone? he asked himself angrily, wanting to spit. No one deserves sympathy, especially mine. He'd grown a little too hard over those few days. He decided he would change that. He'd be the once bleak and sarcastic boy again, and he was going to start here. "Peter." he replied, without even hesitating to think of using a fake name. "My name's Peter.
OOC>> Annnnnnnd... CUT!! -locks thread-
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