Mark Krijgsman
Two weeks prior
Two weeks ago:
“Why did you kill those six girls?”
“Why does a lycan cry to the moon? They can’t help it, they need to cry to the moon; it’s in their nature.”
“You mean killing is in your nature, you couldn’t help it?”
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
“Than what do you mean?”
“It was in those girls’ nature to be killed, twice. I was just helping them.”
“You mean they asked you to kill them? Like a form of suicide?”
“No.”
“Then what was it?”
“Nature.”
I watched this conversation through the two-way mirror.
He was saying nothing and yet revealing a great deal.
Petra looked at the mirror, shook her head.
“I loved doing it; my hands around their throats, the look of pure fear in their eyes as my hands wrapped around the neck and squeezed, making them do the dance of life and death. And when they came back, driving that nail trough their filthy Favored skull.”
I had to restrain myself from leaping on him through the mirror.
His arrogance was staggering.
Petra sat back down and looked at him.
“You enjoyed killing them?”
“Does an artist not enjoy creating his masterpiece?”
“So you see this as your masterpiece?”
At that moment he turned his head to look straight into the mirror.
“All in due time.”