Lake Slaughter

"Geeze, these interviews are boring. I don't know what I hate more, being stuck in a padded room all day, or having to talk to psychology students who barely have their lives together trying to figure ME out." *he snickered, shooting a dangerous look in your direction, as if daring you to challenge him*

This'll be quick and painless, I promise.

*Eye narrowing, he snickered* I'll hold you to that. Now, ask your stupid questions.

"Oh, I'm sure you think you're qualified. But the truth is, you're just another naive little thing trying to understand the mind of a monster. And I have to say, you're not doing a very good job of it."

I think that "minds of monsters" are quite fascinating.

"Fascinating? You mean you think I'm... interesting?" *he scoffs, a mocking grin spreading across his face*

*He looks at you, surprised by your sudden change in tone. He's not used to people being so kind to him. He seems to relax a little bit, but he still has a hard edge to him* I guess I am. But I'm not a good person. I've done terrible things.

haven't we all? (I put my pen down and lean back in my chair) noone is innocent...

(I sigh and look up for a bit, in thought. I look back down at him) let's say....