Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams, Tag: Alex

[alexander little]

Alex sniggered at the thoughts of him actually differentiating between his victims. "There's no rhyme or reason to how my victims are chosen. Usually they just happen to be in the wrong place at the right time." Occasionally he would seek someone out in particular, especially if an experiment required certain specifics such as weight or height, but usually it was just whoever happened to be around.

For the most part he was indifferent about his victims. He felt nothing towards them beyond the annoyance that he felt about sniveling and whining in general. Honestly, it usually just made him feel even more homicidal towards them for giving him a headache and forcing him to listen to them.

"Shame; I'm quite curious to see how he turned out." He had no idea if his new doctor had heard about his latest crime - torturing one of the doctors. Still, he likely would at some point, if only because his coworkers wouldn't let him remain ignorant for long.

Alex raised an eyebrow at his doctor. "Experimentation...I'm reasonably certain that mine were different from yours unless you're secretly a serial killer." Alex did not want any other serial killers around; he rather liked being the only one here at the hospital.

[Dr. Lee]

No, Brandon wasn't a serial killer by any means. What he was, though, was someone who had multiple victims, someone who had experimented extensively in harming people without actually causing them pain. Not, it wasn't really harming them…people gave blood every day, and Brandon rarely took more than a few mouthfuls at any given time. He loved the taste, loved the feeling it gave him…but he knew as well as anyone else that drinking too much blood simply wasn't good for the body.

"I wouldn't know…you either haven't kept notes or no one's found them as of yet," he returned dryly. "I'm betting on the latter, seeing as how…well, even with a photographic memory, you wouldn't be able to remember everything from each experiment."

Yes, he had experimented himself quite a bit with how much blood he could take from someone without harming them, and how much he himself could handle without getting violently sick. That didn't even cover all of the tests he ran on each sample of blood from his victim, insuring he didn't catch anything during the process.

"You would be surprised how similar our experiments may have been…I was an extremely talented youth with few morals, after all. There were always…accidents."

[alexander little]

"Oh, Troy wasn't for an experiment. He had the misfortune of being close to someone." He had no idea why he felt the need to explain that. "I believe my notes at home have already been found, hence my being here in Australia rather than London." While he did not have photographic per se, he did have a trick or two up his sleeves, when he could get Antimony to cooperate, that was.

Which is never. Antimony put in in a helpfully snide voice.

"I don't need to remember everything." He pointed out dryly with a raised eyebrow. Had his new doctor even read his file? He was reasonably certain that Matt would have at least mentioned Antimony. "That's what I have Antimony for."

What am I, chopped liver? Thallium grumbled.

Completely useless waste of space is what you are. And it's nice to know where your priorities lie.

Alex had gotten pretty good at ignoring the arguments that often went on inside his head. Thallium was a pest, but Alex wasn't willing to risk Antimony to get rid of Thallium, and the moralistic personality in his head had sort of grown on him.

"Intentional 'accidents' or were they really accidents? Alex wondered out loud with a wide grin.