Kill... or Play? (Summers and Lord Dakol)

[Heart Summers]

"I'm sure that would be a terror tale in itself," she considered the statement true enough, most of the time killers such as Christopher showed signs of killing from an early age. Usually starting off with animals and pets, before moving on to accidents with peers until they got down to the real killing which caused people like her to come looking for him.

"Regardless of that, where do you want me to go? I can't just keep driving blindly on the highway," Roxanne was angry that much was for sure and the more he irritated her the more aggressive she would get with him.

 

[Lord Dakol]

"Of course it would. After all...." Christopher said casually, leaning back to look out of the window once more, "The first thing I killed was my adoptive family."

"Take this exit; it's getting dark," the young killer told her, pointing to the right. He wondered how long she would listen to him. If she did as he asked, Roxanne's freedom would be totally lost... and she would be his.

 

[Heart Summers]

Roxanne shuttered at the thought, killing someone that had taken you in was a terrible crime in itself, but an entire family well that was just barbaric. Looking towards the exit she hid her smile, she knew just where to stop on the road off this exit, doing as he told her she pulled off the highway, heading for a hotel owned by an old friend, ex cop, that could speak in code that she could give. She would let him think that she was listening, but soon he would be caught and dealt with, and than she'd slap him.

"It is getting pretty dark, plus I'm tired," she stated coolly, driving the road with some difficulty pretending that it was getting to dark for her to see. In no time at all she noticed the hotel, acting as though she had never seen it before she turned on her blinker. "I'm stopping here...I don't want to drive anymore."