<div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/TimThomasHead.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;"> Tim Thomas</span></span></strong><br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>37<br/><br/><strong>Crime:</strong>Killed 13 and injured 7 in a grocery store shooting spree<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Inside the Deli - First floor<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Natalie, Drake, Phaedra<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Tim was lost in thought as the gruesome scene replayed in his mind, reshaping the memory of<em>"god's work"</em>into pure carnage. Tim's eyes welled up with tears of horror and guilt as he saw each face as clearly as the day he had struck them down, snuffing out their lives with a simple squeeze of a trigger. Though his face was an undecipherable visage of stoicism, his eyes unmistakably declared his anguish and sudden self-loathing. Images of his ex-fiance and his young daughter flashed through his mind and he wondered how many wives and daughters, sisters and brothers, mothers and fathers he'd slain that day. How many people would never see their loved ones again because of him? How many poor souls had he truly shattered in his foolish endeavor to purge demons from this earth?<em><strong>I</strong> am the demon,</em>he thought as he closed his eyes, unleashing a string of remorseful tears that streaked down his cheek in silence.<strong>"I should be destroyed."</strong><br/><br/>His eyes found Natalie's, recognizing a glimmer of sympathy and... perhaps understanding.<strong>"How could this have happened? How could I be so easily fooled? How could I do such an unspeakably evil thing and then so trustingly believe I'm the hand of God? I was a good man, honest and faithful. I ..."</strong>His voice was a desperate plea, as if hoping she could give him the answer to his questions, but he knew there were no answers to quell his torment. His shoulders slumped as he lowered his head with a heavy sigh.<strong>"There is no God. There is no heaven... but there is a hell, and a special place is reserved there for me. I deserve it."</strong>He didn't bother trying to lower his voice as he admonished himself; he could think of nothing but those innocent people he'd slain. He deserved any punishment they deemed fit to administer.<br/><br/>Glancing up to Phaedra, his expression was anything but scary; confused, ashamed, desperate, lost maybe, but certainly not scary. He blinked a few times in response to her question about his chains before he glanced down to his ankles.<strong>"I... I can't... I... no... no, you should leave me in these chains. I deserve to be chained up and locked away. You're not safe around me. I'm... something's wrong with me."</strong><br/><br/>As if on cue, he heard the crackle of police radios and he tensed at first, catching Drake's subtle gesture as he indicated the stairs. Natalie moved quietly followed by Drake, but Tim stood still, shaking his head just as the others disappeared up the stairs, all save for Phaedra.<strong>"No... I deserve whatever they do to me. I can't put anyone else in jeopardy. I never meant to hurt anyone."</strong>Tim was really starting to crack under the pressure of the realization that he'd murdered thirteen innocent people. Determined to put an end to the continued injustice of his existence, he turned from the stairs to face the door they'd came in through. He was no longer the same Tim everyone had met when this whole debacle had begun.<strong>"I've gotta do the right thing and turn myself in."</strong>