Sinners and Saints

(Cleaning out my inbox to get back in the writing groove. Hopefully.)

[Meme from here.]

Bridget didn’t hesitate. “Plenty of times. And I’m not ashamed to admit it. I mean, it did scare me a bit in the beginning. Hard not to. But the way I view what I do now…” She looks into the distance, searching for words. “Nowadays, I see my killing and hurting people like a challenge. Yeah, it’s a bit fucked up, but look at it this way- If the other person kills me, I lose. Not to mention I’m dead. I have to kill them first to win.”

“If I have to pick a specific person, though… I’ll say Jessica was the one I took the most pleasure in. Loren? It was over too quickly. One second, he’s there, the next he’s been Katamari-ed via steel ball. Jyunichi? It felt good, but it would have felt better if it was Gat doing the honors. Similar thing with Shogo- even though I loved Aisha, that was Gat’s to own. But Jessica?” The casual tone dropped from her voice, leaving only malice curling the edges as she leans forward. “That bitch needed to suffer. I only wish I could have been in the trunk myself and watched her realize what was about to happen before she was crushed by her boyfriend’s tires. Fucking poetry in motion, man, seeing the despair flood Maero’s face as he caught Jessica’s keys and put two and two together.”