Thread: Interview with the Serial Killer. (roxthefox87 & Trias)

Swallowing audibly, Faith shifted uncomfortably in her chair as the Serial Killer emerged unceremoniously from the darkness of the shadows. She crossed her long ivory pale legs in front of her in an attempt to hide the unease building in her stomach. The fact that hed not made more of his reveal to her was unsettling and had caught her off guard. Shed been expecting some kind of grandiose expression meant to intimidate or impress her instead hed simply appeared and aside from brushing clean his chair, took his seat opposite of her. Her brilliant eyes moved over him appraisingly as he took his seat as she searched for any signs of what shed assumed to be his more basic persona. Shed painted a picture of some brutal savage on her blog and in her tweets, but again her preconceived notions were cast aside. He was no brute. He was the essence of class, and it annoyed her immensely. Shed wanted him so badly to be a simple man, that shed convinced herself that he simply was. She wasnt wrong, she couldnt have been wrong. But she was. She clenched her jaw in reaction to his calm, practiced mannerisms and it was obvious this bothered her. Worse still, aside from being very sharply dressed, he was decidedly handsome. It was then that shed regretted dressing so alluringly herself. The supremely fitted black blazer clung to the slender athletic curves of her body underneath, matched by a simple black skirt that only served to display more perfectly the lovely shape of her well-toned thighs and the velvety smooth long legs that ended in a black pair of Manolo Blahnik stilettos that probably cost more than the car she drove. But she wanted the world to see her looking her absolute finest as she took this scum of the Earth down. All her life shed been accused of exploiting her good looks for personal gain. Her colleagues at the newspaper had little to no approval of her and treated her like an office skank from day one. It was why shed carried herself with such contempt for everyone, even if they hadnt earned it from her. Especially considering she had used her good looks for personal advancement having literally slept her way from a lowly copy editor, to the investigative writer she was now. But she was determined to prove the truth wrong, by landing the biggest story of the century. As his eyes caught her own, she felt a sudden fright of panic wash over her, and for a moment she thought she might legitimately get up and walk out of there while she still could. She gripped her phone more tightly as she tried to find the courage to stay put and exhaled nervously as she was rewarded with just enough. Years ago, when the world brought an end to the criminal careers of pathetic cockroaches, it was places like this that would shine the light the brightest. Shed rehearsed this retort a dozen times in the mirror before leaving her downtown apartment earlier that day, and now as she was saying it to the person it was intended for, she felt her convictions waiver just as her voice did ever so slightly. I thought it poetic, considering Im about to do that very same thing to you. She leant back in her chair a little, waiting to see what he would think of her newest scornful attack, granted shed made many more just like it in her crusade against him and his legacy online. She wanted to skewer him in person the way she did online, if her courage would only last long enough.