You don't belong here...

I am not like most people. Probably I'm not like you. I have a compulsion, a need, a desire. I have done horrible things. And I'll do them again.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

I've been Busy

Nina's sister, Mina, came to visit me.

Her reason, she said, was because she wanted to get to know the people who Nina knew the best, and who knew her the best. I pretended this made perfect sense as I hobbled around the house, pretending my leg hurt more than it did. Mina expressed the appropriate level of concern over my injuries, sustained while trying to save her sister, or at least that's how she seemed to think it happened. I certainly didn't correct her.

We talked for more than an hour. I was careful not to let her catch me looking anywhere I shouldn't, but I memorized every curve for thorough review later.

By the end of the visit I knew that Mina would either be my new protege, or my next trophy.