Post by james thomas leroy on Nov 9, 2011 4:07:30 GMT -5
James wasn't the most sentimental of people. In fact, he wasn't sentimental at all. The tall figure was cruel and sadistic if anything but rarely in public. He was intelligent, highly intelligent in fact and he knew to hide this dark side of him. He came here not because he had ever cared for the person whose grave he was visiting, but because he simply wanted to see it for himself.
He couldn't understand how anyone like Cameron could kill so openly and think nothing of it. Not being of sound mind could only get you so far and he had seen many psychopaths get the death sentence. He wasn't about to be one of those people and it was a wonder how her and Aleksei had managed to escape such a fate. Pure stupid luck, he decided. They certainly weren't clever enough to plan these things. They never were up to his standards.
James had always prefered his solitude and thus hated those like him. They were idiots who would no doubt get him into trouble if he hung around them long enough. There was no point really. What he needed were people who were as normal as possible. Ones who could help him set up the perfect illusion and carry on with what he did best.
He walked down the path, noting the grass and how it was yet to be cut. It seemed they didn't take very good care of this place. The perfectionist in him despised that but this was only a cemetary. It was where corpses came to decompose. None would care what the place looked like so why should he?
He had heard there were several students here already, none of which were here because of him but then.. there were others back in New York who had died at his hands. Many of them still without graves... If only the bodies were ever found.. But then why would he willingly hand over evidence to the FBI? Why would he risk being caught and avoiding that was so simple?
He moved off the path, finding the grave quite easily. He stood before it, admiring it, taking in the details of it. It was nothing spectacular but it had her name on it. Was he upset at the loss? No. He barely even reacted to the deaths of his parents so why should he react now? No, instead he simply stared at it for a moment.
He couldn't understand how anyone like Cameron could kill so openly and think nothing of it. Not being of sound mind could only get you so far and he had seen many psychopaths get the death sentence. He wasn't about to be one of those people and it was a wonder how her and Aleksei had managed to escape such a fate. Pure stupid luck, he decided. They certainly weren't clever enough to plan these things. They never were up to his standards.
James had always prefered his solitude and thus hated those like him. They were idiots who would no doubt get him into trouble if he hung around them long enough. There was no point really. What he needed were people who were as normal as possible. Ones who could help him set up the perfect illusion and carry on with what he did best.
He walked down the path, noting the grass and how it was yet to be cut. It seemed they didn't take very good care of this place. The perfectionist in him despised that but this was only a cemetary. It was where corpses came to decompose. None would care what the place looked like so why should he?
He had heard there were several students here already, none of which were here because of him but then.. there were others back in New York who had died at his hands. Many of them still without graves... If only the bodies were ever found.. But then why would he willingly hand over evidence to the FBI? Why would he risk being caught and avoiding that was so simple?
He moved off the path, finding the grave quite easily. He stood before it, admiring it, taking in the details of it. It was nothing spectacular but it had her name on it. Was he upset at the loss? No. He barely even reacted to the deaths of his parents so why should he react now? No, instead he simply stared at it for a moment.
