Thread: Beyond Laws, Above Rules. Res for Autumn Queen. MxM 18+

He could never really tell how people would react to his presence until it happened, but it was always interesting to see. Some people didn't know him, some did. He'd spotted one forensic technician eying him as he walked past, but said nothing to him. Greiver might be a wanted criminal, and many people would be after him for that but just as many people wouldn't lift a hand to stop him, might actively help him avoid the cops. He didn't like hurting good people, but he was quite happy to end anyone who he deemed not worthy of living. He wasn't exactly hiding either though he was wearing dark clothing it didn't hide the fact that he was armed - a gun on his thigh and opposing hip being the two main visible ones but most certainly not his only weapons. This serial killer was a prime example of that. Judging from the cuts he must immobilise the victim - no way anyone is going to stay still while they're being sliced up but all the cuts were neat, precise. Stepping back from the scene made it look like something you'd see on a magazine cover - if the magazine was for serial killers and other psychos anyway, but the point still stood. Though the rest of the warehouse was bare, this particular corner had objects in the background, to make it look more interesting. He shook his head and took a step back, eying Brock across the room as he did so. He avoided confrontation with people he knew - what few liked him in any way and weren't dead, but he never left them entirely. He still kept tabs on Brock, what little he could without getting too close, being seen. But it was a risk being here, a big one. He'd come partially because of the killer - he could often be found orbiting such people, before their bodies turned up somewhere. Sometimes it was before the cops even knew there was a problem they'd find the killer dead in a room with the evidence condemning him. On the rare occasion that the perp had an innocent family or others who were completely unaware but would be destroyed by the truth, if the circumstances were right, he might, just might, make it look like a burglary gone wrong instead. That was what he was known for, by many of the cops. The cop who arranged his 'holiday' all those years ago had known what he'd done and she'd covered for him, but Brock would never find him through that avenue- the whole thing had been a cover, there was no truth to be found and few knew the truth. Shivering and grumbling quietly about the cold, Greiver could see his breath in front of him and that was always a good indicator that he was in the wrong fucking part of the world right now, but this was where he was needed, and this was where he needed to be. There were always other killers - though this one was right up his alley, but he was here for Brock too - for himself more like, but because of Brock. As much of a risk it was to come here, to see him, he needed some kind of reminder for the good times, even if Brock could easily destroy them. Turning away from the sight in front of him, he turned his attention to the rest of the room, trying to imagine what the killer had done, where he'd been to 'set the scene'. He walked back outside of the warehouse, skirting the edges of groups and sticking to the shadows, keeping out of sight. He heaved a sigh at the sight of the dark clouds above them, darkening and starting to drip rain on his head, but ignored it to step outside and examine the exterior of the warehouse.