James was in the living room packaging half a pint of Claire Bennet’s blood. The girl in question was unconscious and tied to a dinning room chair in the middle of the room. Every time she began to wake, the Hitman injected her with a sedative again. He couldn’t be doing with a crying, begging woman. It wouldn’t change anything, more it would just further annoy him.
Along with the blood he had taken a lock of her hair, pulled out all the fingernails on her left hand and cut away a sliver of her flesh. The man had watched in amazement as Claire had healed. James chewed the inside of his cheek and his brow furrowed. If there was going to be no lasting marks, it would do no good to take photos to threaten Bennet with. So he had to resort to more… torturous methods.
He had taken to pacing the living room, not realising that his Boss was now upstairs and safe in his bed. Well, the Hitman would hardly call it safe. Whenever Jim was with Sylar, James was on edge. He didn’t trust the man as far as he could throw him.
You haven’t got emotions? I’d say thank goodness, since you’re a doctor, and I’d prefer my medical professionals to be objective, but that sounds like a blatant /lie/ in your case.
Oh, he’s not that kind of doctor, you simpleton.
Sure, the Doctor is ripe with emotions — it’s his biggest weakness, that sentimentality.
But I’m not the Doctor.
Thorin Oakenshield: Poke'mon Master of Middle Earth
I want to be the Mountain King
Like my grandfather was
The Arkenstone is my real quest
The throne is my cause
I will travel across the land
Through misty mountains wide
These thirteen dwarves to find our land
My burglar at my side
GOTTA KILL THAT SMAUG
(IT’S YOU AND ME)
WE KNOW IT’S OUR DESTINY
WITH MY DWARF FRIENDS IN OUR HOME WE MUST DEFEND
A HEART SO TRUE
OUR COURAGE WILL PULL US THROUGH
YOU TEACH ME AND I’LL TEACH YOU
GOTTA FIND THE STONE
GOTTA FIND THE STOOOONE
I repeat, Danger Day.
The Boss is armed and dangerous. All staff are to be armed at all times. Take precautions to keep yourself safe. Be on high alert. Remove any and all alcohol and narcotics from the house. Do not allow him to leave the house. He will hate you for this. He will attack you for this. Do not let this deter you. Do your job. Keep him safe.
[Text] Our best men are dead. Five suicides. Three missing. -JR
[Text] The fuck, guys? Someone best starting singing. I don’t like being left in the dark -JR
[Text] Apologies, Sir. Wrong tone to take with you, Mr Watson. -JR
[Text] Apologies, Miss Mandell. Didn’t mean to take that tone with a lady. -JR
[Text] But fuck. Come one. Tell me something. -JR
[Text] Throw the dog a bone here. Christ. -JR