twenty-five. video. backdated to late last night.

[goryteller]

[The feed is filled with the sound of heavy breathing. Then choked laughter. Then the video snaps on.]

I'm so fucking bored today, City. What should I do?

[Something has snapped quite palpably in the man who was playing with shadow puppets only days before. The feed is focused on his face, on his manic eyes and disheveled hair. He's rocking on a chair that isn't meant to rock.]

I know. I know what I'll do. I'll kill someone!

[He stops rocking. Drums his fingers on the bottom of the seat.]

Maybe I'll blow up a hospital, show that off. Maybe I'll kidnap a bunch of other fucking imports, tie them to chairs, torture them, and broadcast their sorry, knife-ridden bodies to the network. Maybe I'll shoot a child in cold blood, you little bastard. [He affects, quite accurately, Ladd's accent.] Torture with spells. Slash throats. Decapitate. Trick people into solving madlibs and then beat them to death with sticks. Kidnap people weaker than me and cut into their heads ahah-ha--

[His breaths dissolve into something like the beginning of tears hitch hitch hitch and then spits into laughter instead. He drags his hands over his face. His voice is a frail whisper:]

Oh my God. You monsters.

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still voice, all those other things

[futurebatwoman]

[ it's a hobby. ]

I guess at least you haven't murdered anyone recently. That makes it all better, right?

[christlike]

I have nothing to say to you.

[futurebatwoman]

Of course not.

You're above all judgment, after all.

[christlike]

I am judgement.

[futurebatwoman]

No, you're insane.

There's a difference.

[christlike]

You don't know your place. You take it as your task to be involved in matters that aren't yours.

It's prideful.

[futurebatwoman]

Unlike some, I've never claimed to be sinless.

[christlike]

I have sins. I only allow them to be forgiven.

[futurebatwoman]

Don't you have to sincerely repent to be forgiven?

[christlike]

I have repented.

[futurebatwoman]

Apologized to the families of your victims yet?

[christlike]

They weren't victims.

[futurebatwoman]

Not seeing the repentence here.

[christlike]

You don't know the things I do.

[futurebatwoman]

Then by all means. Enlighten me.

[christlike]

No.

[futurebatwoman]

[ it's like talking to a freaking brick wall. a deeply frustrated noise and she disconnects, with a text following five minutes later. ]

I will find you.

[christlike]

[ SQUINTS AT IT ]