Thread: Villainous deeds, heroic dreams {Dawnella x ForeverMischievous]

The fact that she held back her fear so well, only made the sport even more fun. He'd never really enjoyed killing before, but he had on several occasions enjoyed the sheer fear, imminent death or pain caused. Jason was more then smart enough, to know his actions where wrong. His interests, and the joy he took in the dreaded things he did, where abominable. And he had to means, and intelligence to face it. But his intelligence, had caused his mind to enter a state, where he saw no other alternative, for a man such as himself. And why should he? The world would be a horrid place, if the good didn't have any evil to contrast itself upon. A rather manic point of view, but one his mental state had ended up in. The first words, was a sentence he'd heard before, and the repetition caused him to smile lightly, with a small grunt of a chuckle, as he leaned forward in his seat. He let her continue, grinning slightly wider as he nod a single time, almost as a thanks to her cooperation. Much appreciated. In all honesty, I didn't want to watch my guards run you down, catch you and hurt you. -They- are far too messy. I prefer to do things myself, and I, am not much of a runner.. He grinned again, his mental inabilities unable to stop him from spouting out, that she wasn't going to get out of this mansion, if a tall, without pain. Well. Even men like me, are entitled to be lazy, once in a while. And, even simple minded predators, learn how to lay a trap. He explained before raising himself out of the chair, watching the gingerly cheerful woman do the same. Walking up next to her side, and guided her towards the tables, past the other guards who followed close behind, while the one she hadn't quite seen properly yet, joined by her side. Should she look up at him, she'd see a man, almost completely identical to Jason, who now spoke with the exact same voice as well. Dinner will be ready in a minute, brother. The man said, as they all walked together towards the, excessively long dinner table, three spots already prepared. Oh, yes. This, is my brother Erick. Of course, made the man he deserved to be, not the tortured little kid our mother turned him into. But lets not talk too much about our mother. As you can imagine, it's a rather sore subject for my baby brother.. Jason smirked lightly, his brother chuckling a single time with a roll of his eyes, as he walked around the chair at the table end, whilst Jason pulled out the chair on the other side of the table end, offering Caitlin to sit there. While things are still pleasant, ask away, Miss Journalist. But don't expect cooperative answers. You might not get a lot out of the answers you get anyway, given the situation. Erick mumbled, looking towards Caitlin as he did, and had a seat. Should Caitlin take the invitation, Jason would gently push the chair under her, and then her into a proper position, before moving back to the end table. These are about as good a circumstance, a Journalist will ever have in my home. I don't exactly have a great love for your profession. But... I guess everyone has their flaws. He smirked, leaning back in his chair. While we wait around for the dinner.. How do you expect that the rest of this evening will go, Caitlin? He asked, resting an elbow against his chairs armrest, resting his cheek against his fingers as he listened.