I'm just an echo

“ My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone…

                                                        And I need to return some videotapes.”

-Indie Patrick Bateman of American Psycho rp @itevenhasawatermark

Matt frowned. “Sarcasm isn’t helpful. I need something that will actually help me.”

Well, whatever you want to call it, I think someone has plans for us.

Make them cry

“I never loved you.”

“You’re the reason they’re dead!”

“It’s all your fault!”

“Who could ever love you…?”

“You’re so stupid. So weak.”

“Just go away. I don’t want you here.”

Blackmail them

“Who would’ve thought a sweet thing like you would have such a secret?”

“I’ll tell everyone. Scream so loud the country will hear.”

“I have a friend with a radio station, you know. Broadcast it all over the city.”

“If you want this back, you’ll do whatever I say!”

“Be a good little slave, you don’t want your secret out, do you?”

“I know everything. I can ruin you.”

“Beg me, and I might consider keeping my mouth shut.”

Interrogate them

“Sing, birdie.”

“I know exactly how to make you talk.”

“You know some fascinating things, don’t you?”

“I’ll use your greatest weaknesses against you, and you know I know them all.”

“I have means of extracting information from you.”

“I might play with you a little longer after you’ve talked. You’re too cute.”

“You’re tough. But I’ll break you.”

Yell at them

“You idiot! You dumbass! You- you fucking moron!”

“You’re absolutely useless, aren’t you?!”

“What the fuck have you done this time!”

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

“You’re not human! You’re a monster!”

“You’re a disgusting little rat!”

“You’ve fucked up for the last time!”

Physically hurt them

“What, can’t take a punch?”

“I’ll kill you!”

“It’s only a scratch, asshole!”

“Don’t move, or I’ll shoot you!”

“I’ll slit your damn throat!”

“Kiss my shoes or I’ll stomp your head in half.”

“I didn’t mean to draw blood, but oh well.”

“That’s going to bruise.”

Torture them… gently

“You want some of this cake? C’moooon, beg for it!”

“Guess what? SURPRISE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE!”

“Tickle-tickle-tickle! Kitchy kitchy koo!”

“Whaaaat? Is this yours? You can’t have it back, it’s mine now!”

“I’ll stop singing when hell freezes over!”

“Get in the locker, shorty!”

“You made me this way.”

“You think I wanted this?!”

“This is all his/her/their fault.”

“I’m not the bad guy.”

“Don’t make me the bad guy here.”

“I’m wasn’t the only one who did it.”

“They framed me and everyone believed. Even you.”

“The things you made me do… I can never forgive you.”

“ I’ll never forgive what you did to me.”

“I only did what I had to!”

“I had to do it to survive.”

“I knew you wouldn’t understand.”

“I needed help and you ignored me.”

“You were there, but all you did was watch.”

“I wasn’t the one who turned their back.”

“You just took in everything they said.”

“You believed every little lie they fed you.”

“You promised to be there for me, but you never were.”

     Shoulder to shoulder, she hurried through the crowd with the metallic scent of bullets clinging in the air. The crowds were thinning, a blessing and a curse, as she shoved her way through as quickly as she possibly could.  They’d lost sight of her, but they’d yet to have given up and let go of the trail of disgruntled people she was leaving in her scurry to safety. Rounding a corner as she escaped the crowds, Gemina was nearly in the clear until–

There had not been even a second to react as someone had come slamming right into him full force, knocking the both of them right down onto their bums. The Russian had sounded like a timid war cry, and papers littered the floor around them adding to the chaos. 

Eyebrows raised Mitchell finally got a look at what- or rather, who- had rammed him over. “Whoa, whoa, hey are you okay?” He asked softly, because surely the fleeing had to be for a reason. Either the woman was very, very late or she was running away from something. 

Make them cry

“I never loved you.”

“You’re the reason they’re dead!”

“It’s all your fault!”

“Who could ever love you…?”

“You’re so stupid. So weak.”

“Just go away. I don’t want you here.”

Blackmail them

“Who would’ve thought a sweet thing like you would have such a secret?”

“I’ll tell everyone. Scream so loud the country will hear.”

“I have a friend with a radio station, you know. Broadcast it all over the city.”

“If you want this back, you’ll do whatever I say!”

“Be a good little slave, you don’t want your secret out, do you?”

“I know everything. I can ruin you.”

“Beg me, and I might consider keeping my mouth shut.”

Interrogate them

“Sing, birdie.”

“I know exactly how to make you talk.”

“You know some fascinating things, don’t you?”

“I’ll use your greatest weaknesses against you, and you know I know them all.”

“I have means of extracting information from you.”

“I might play with you a little longer after you’ve talked. You’re too cute.”

“You’re tough. But I’ll break you.”

Yell at them

“You idiot! You dumbass! You- you fucking moron!”

“You’re absolutely useless, aren’t you?!”

“What the fuck have you done this time!”

“You don’t care about anyone but yourself!”

“You’re not human! You’re a monster!”

“You’re a disgusting little rat!”

“You’ve fucked up for the last time!”

Physically hurt them

“What, can’t take a punch?”

“I’ll kill you!”

“It’s only a scratch, asshole!”

“Don’t move, or I’ll shoot you!”

“I’ll slit your damn throat!”

“Kiss my shoes or I’ll stomp your head in half.”

“I didn’t mean to draw blood, but oh well.”

“That’s going to bruise.”

Torture them… gently

“You want some of this cake? C’moooon, beg for it!”

“Guess what? SURPRISE ICE BUCKET CHALLENGE!”

“Tickle-tickle-tickle! Kitchy kitchy koo!”

“Whaaaat? Is this yours? You can’t have it back, it’s mine now!”

“I’ll stop singing when hell freezes over!”

“Get in the locker, shorty!”