dear_mun | (no subject)

I'm not worried about the coming changes, mun. I cannot see why you are.

Sherlock Holmes cried wolf to the Charon and few cared or listened. Did anyone truly care if I did or did not kill Detective Inspector Lestrade? Did it matter that Maya Fey and that would-be child detective Conan sided with him loudly? No. There were questions as there always are. I did not appreciate the question of if I was the Kanima's master brought back up. Jackson was such a useful tool thought. I almost miss him at times. So many dead and wounded in such a short time. I endured and waited them out. Don't think I've forgotten it though. John Watson and anyone else who associates themselves with Mr Holmes may want to watch their step. With that Sanji being gone, that does leave that Terra girl all alone. There is Sheva Alomar to consider, but how often has her claims of my history been dismissed?

As for the Eleventh Doctor, he and the First Doctor are minor thorns for now. Should that change, have you seen how many of the Doctor's friends there are about? Accidents are bound to happen to at least one of them in an era when bullets were flying in street shootings. The lady calling herself TARDIS tends to wander, doesn't she? Or Rory? Oswin? What about Adric or Charley? The Master could come in useful there.

I am not concerned either with this 'Captain' James Kirk and the newcomer Rick Grimes either. Those who push their noses into where they are not wanted often find them snipped off. The same could be said for that Spock fellow, but he is fascinating in his own way.

My son will be returning soon, fresh from enjoying what I left him. What did I care? I could never return there to death. Why shouldn't he enjoy what money I had set aside for an emergency? All grown up Sherry Birkin will be with him. He's so close to turning to my way of thinking. A little longer is all I need. There is always Julian to consider as well with his mutant powers. Such an angry young man who only needs someone to take an interest in him. There's always Jack Spicer, Marion and Ryan as well.

This new phase looks to be quite the ride. Dear Claire Redfield will be there, all alone without her brother. Let's hope I don't have to kill her again. I can hardly wait.

Threaded | Top-Level Comments Only

You do not dare touch the TARDIS.

I won't let you anywhere near Terra.

Cross me, old man, and see how much you'll regret it. You've shown yourself to be intelligent. Stay out of this.

How did you fare against those dinosaurs, child?

And suddenly I'm worried you'll start to look a little too closely at me.

[ It does't help that her mun is laughing over this. ]

Don't get comfortable. You're not going to get away with anything.

Oh? What a fine job you've done so far in stopping me.

What can I say? I am a man who knows his resources and their potential future use.

[Chris sincerely hopes that if he glares hard enough, it might burn a hole right through the back of Wesker's head. Is it working?]

You stay away from her.

Your evil plans suck pretty badly to begin with. [It's half a bluff - her default mode with him is bravado, but she does have faith in the people there to stop him]

[No, but it's enough to draw Wesker's attention onto him. Whether that's good or bad is up to Chris.]

Were you here, you could attempt to make me. A pity you're not. Instead, she's all alone here with me. So close I could touch her, Chris.

That Julian boy. He reminds me so much of you. So angry and misunderstood. All he needs is someone to listen to him, give him a path to follow.

I don't think I'm a resource. For you.

Of course you are. You simply don't know it yet. Who else bothers with you but me? Who takes an interest but me?

That's irrelevant.

[Being in the metaphorical sights is a bad thing. But he's too angry to care.]

If you even go near her- if you so much as think about it- I'll claw my way over the fourth wall and strangle you with my bare hands.

I stopped following you when you tried to kill us all.

Yet I have evaded all of you for months on end. You bark and yip like a dog, but soon... so very soon... we'll be elsewhere.

Is it? Does that statement somehow make you less dead in their jaws?

I have friends who do. People I can go to if I need them.

You're just a prisoner, like the rest of us. All you can really do is pick on little kids and act like a creep.

You still won't win!

Will you?

[There's that ugly little knowing smile. Just for you, Chris.]

A shame you haven't seen what I did to Jill. How she was mine. She may be here too soon. So close and easily taken.

What will you do then, Chris?

Am I?

Do you know what deal the Project Head could have made with me?

Oh Maya. How amusing you are trying to logic out things beyond your grasp.

[ Rolling his eyes ]

I mean that's irrelevant to you. Obviously, I'm up and moving around again.

Do you?

Such as?

Tell me, Marion. Who would stand against me for the likes of you?

You've never stopped and considered how your deaths affect Watson, have you? Sherlock? Anyone you care about?

How do you think they feel watching you hurt or dying over and over? The pain you cause them?

In the end, you're far more effective at destroying them than I could ever be.

[How he hates that smile. It sets his teeth on edge. When Chris finally finds the words to speak, his low is low and drenched in absolute fury.]

I'm going to finish what that Tyrant couldn't, and I'm going to kill you however many times it takes for it to stick. What the hell did you do? What. Did you. Do.

Page 1 of 6