#kindheartedkiller

"...Not poisoned ones if that's what you're thinking. Normal, good ones, probably those hard ones that last a long time if you don't bite them."

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“A truth huh?” Lee paused, frowning lightly before he let out a sigh. “Alright before all this crap happened, I murdered two people. The police only caught me for one though. Guy was a senator so it was big news. He was having an affair with my wife and I walked in on one of their…meet ups. I didn’t react well to finding this out, before I had no clue that it was going on at all…sure Carla was distant from me but I blamed it on work; we both had time-consuming jobs so it didn’t leave us much time for each other. Well I saw red upon seeing them together like that so I pushed Carla away and strangled that bastard. He tried to fight but it didn’t help. It wasn’t too long before he was dead. I let his body fall to the floor as I turned to look at my wife. She was pale, kept muttering that I’d just murdered someone. I tried to walk over to her but she backed up, told me to get away from her. Well I wasn’t about to let that happen, certainly not after finding out that she’d willing cheated on me. I mean…I was always good to her, you know? I don’t understand why she had to go and do that, she could have just come to me and we could have talked things through….maybe if she’d done that she would have forced me to kill her either.”

The moon and its eerie glow added a nice touch to the lonely night; a velvety blue unlike the harsh garish light Norman stood under in the office. It was nothing he wasn't used to. Loneliness always lay heavy on him until he grew accustomed to the weight and became a simple annoyance that calloused his feelings. 

But the new customer changed the pace of things as Norman looked up in attention. 

Tea parties were fine anywhere, as long as people attended. Which is why Fred decided to have one in one of the abandoned shops around his "home", of all places. Just this once he didn't want to have to clean up his own place when people were coming over. That was always such a chore!

The only drawback was that he couldn't let them make as much noise, but that was fine. The wizard had a group of bandits all sitting around a table in various states of death. Some were still dealing with the fact that all their entrails had been ripped out on a whim, while some had that pesky throat-slitting business to deal with. The remaining three were personally being worked on. 

As Fred laughed over the bandit's screams while using a burning-hot knife to carve a smile into his skin, he was quickly brought out of it by the sounds of someone approaching him. He turned to see who it was, his blood-spattered face paling with recognition.