11-07-2014, 01:52 PM
The Mockingbird made his demands and Damien could not say he was unimpressed. He had expected a delusional man caught up in the thought of his own celebrity. He had not expected such a bold stand. His smile was all the more genuine for it.
The way his soldiers shifted nervously brought both annoyance and satisfaction. The hunt for the Mockingbird was not in vain. The threats left Damien unaffected. He had endured much the same in far more dangerous company. He did not doubt by the look in his eye the Mockingbird would carry through with his threats given the chance. So it had been with all of the rest. None had been given the luxury.
"How would you liked to be addressed?"
The thought of ordering the Mockingbird's head to be blown away had briefly crossed his mind. Death, however, was far too easy to deal. A child could kill the greatest of men. Instead, Damien spoke congenially. "The last serial killer I met called himself the Phantom but he was also sensitive about his self-proclaimed title. David Fuller was his name. I do not know if he is still alive. He was set to be executed but I had left San Quentin before then."
The Light hovered just beyond his control, ready to be summoned if the need arose. He hoped the need did not arise. He used the Light sparingly in public lest people became too familiar.
He did not wait upon an answer.
Damien turned on his heels and beckoned with his left hand, speaking as he walked towards the mansion. "Not many people are invited in, but I shall make an exception. If you plan on taking out your anger on me I would prefer to be inside."
His voice lowered but held firm iron. "One more thing. Do not damage the building, there are many others living here. You will be given your chance to confront me soon enough."
The way his soldiers shifted nervously brought both annoyance and satisfaction. The hunt for the Mockingbird was not in vain. The threats left Damien unaffected. He had endured much the same in far more dangerous company. He did not doubt by the look in his eye the Mockingbird would carry through with his threats given the chance. So it had been with all of the rest. None had been given the luxury.
"How would you liked to be addressed?"
The thought of ordering the Mockingbird's head to be blown away had briefly crossed his mind. Death, however, was far too easy to deal. A child could kill the greatest of men. Instead, Damien spoke congenially. "The last serial killer I met called himself the Phantom but he was also sensitive about his self-proclaimed title. David Fuller was his name. I do not know if he is still alive. He was set to be executed but I had left San Quentin before then."
The Light hovered just beyond his control, ready to be summoned if the need arose. He hoped the need did not arise. He used the Light sparingly in public lest people became too familiar.
He did not wait upon an answer.
Damien turned on his heels and beckoned with his left hand, speaking as he walked towards the mansion. "Not many people are invited in, but I shall make an exception. If you plan on taking out your anger on me I would prefer to be inside."
His voice lowered but held firm iron. "One more thing. Do not damage the building, there are many others living here. You will be given your chance to confront me soon enough."