â€œMy, if this is the extent of my company this morning then admittedly Iâ€™m sorely disappointed,â€ He frowned what the hell kind of entertainment does this little old lady want? What does she want him to get up and strip tease? Though he would gladly do such a thing for a young girl but an old lady by god...aren't they supposed to be tiring , and mad? Heâ€™s greedy and defensiveâ€¦ that could either be fun to work with or tedious. Iâ€™m going to assume the latter.â€  All he could do was ball up his fists before thinking about just socking this old hag right in-between her eyes. It may be disrespect to your elders but hell at this rate she was asking for some very dangerous violence. Any response verbally was stripped right from his tongue. There was a moment of silence as he leaned back to hear what more insults may dribble from her mouth before he ended up being sent jail for possible domestic violence.<br/><br/>â€œPerhaps my boredom has lead me to look for anything in someone, if youâ€™re not anyone special then maybe I should just kill you.â€ This was a little twisted but his immediate reaction was to stand up just so that he felt just a little bit taller against her grim face. Kill him? This old hag? Maybe some dark humor would shut the bitch of a hag up like she needed to.<br/><br/>" Kill me? I dare you to try , Your just." A sly grin crossed his face as both his hands turned into fists and he slammed them onto the table. " Just a old hag , what you gonna do stab me with a fucking fork?" His laughter echoed through the room sort of mimicking him in a way. It made the entire room feel even more errie like this was all some sort of delusion his head so desperately wanted to claim as reality.<br/><br/>â€œSurely a horror writer has quite the imagination, depending on what he or she is writing about. Iâ€™m sure you have killed off so many people in your storiesâ€¦ tell me, mister writer, how brutal were those deaths?â€ There was a pause as a firm smile crept on the already creepy ass old hag's face. Anymore of this and he was sure to snap whatever hold on himself that he had.  â€œPerhaps, like those dead characters, you are already dead yourself.â€<br/><br/>Those words wanted to make him completely strangle her. Technically , wouldn't she be killing twice then if he was already dead. This however was his comfort zone. Thinking of ways to kill characters , and take lives was almost second nature for him. However, now that the roll was reversed and it was he in this odd horror story apparently how would he write the ending? " Well since you have appeased me with my own specialty , If you had already killed me..I imagine that you would have brought me here. Then gruesomely drained some of my blood, and slowly carved out my skin like a work of art. After that my eyes would hang above your bed , and the body would be chopped up and eaten. " He shivered at the mere though and slowly backed around the kitchen counter before continuing.<br/><br/>" This would just be a delusion of my mind's lingering thoughts before I completely fade from reality. " It was more like right now he kind of wanted it to be that way. Though inside his gut this felt all too real, and even more horrid as he watched her. Hoping that the old hag did not actually try to stab him with a fork.