She can’t help the grin,pearly whites and dimples spreading,even a chuckle escapes past red painted lips,“I watch way too many horror movies,Joe. It’s pretty obvious,sorry to say.’‘She gives him a tiny smirk,shrug of her shoulders added,and she opens her mouth yet again,stating facts,if she’s being honest. No one asked her opinion on murder,yet here the words come out on her thoughts on it.
’'It can be beautiful if you think about it,depending on why it is you’re killing for,you know?’'She wonders how he’ll respond to that,or if he’ll turn tail and run,if he thinks she’s a killer herself. Just the opposite,really,someone who is fascinated on serial killers and wants to know what makes them tick,it’s part of the reason she’s invited him to her home,maybe he’ll switch gears and kill her,maybe not. Maybe she’d even befriend the guy,hell if she knew,but it was worth playing with fire to find out.
She hums,they make it to her car,finally,and she unlocks the door for him with her car keys,’'Strangely I feel like I can trust you,even though I’ve just met you seconds ago.’'She says honestly to his response,giving him a kind,reassuring smile,opening the door for him to get in,she heads to the other side,unlocking the door again,and shoves herself inside,shutting the door behind her.
’'It’s not every day I’m taking killers to my home ya know,you should feel lucky.”
Ahh, she’s right, she’s right. Joe can see it. Whatelse is she supposed to think, though? It’s late at night and they’re at a secluded place, no one around but him and her and he had been very sloppy with the job. Very, very sloppy. He’ll need several showers to get the excessive amount of blood off his skin after it seeped through the clothes.
With a soft chuckle he follows Scout and slides next to her in the car. It’s a nice one. Maybe he thinks that because he doesn’t often get to sit in a car and has time to take in the interior without being distracted by blue lights following him. Joe opens the sun shield. In the tiny mirror he can see that his hair tie broke somewhen earlier and now, hairstrands peek out suspiciously from under the ski-mask. If halflong, dark hair are a very distinguishing feature, who knows? But better safe than sorry. Joe pushes all of it back under the fabric and leaves red streaks on his neck.
❛❛You are a strange little missy, that’s for sure❜❜, he tells her, followed by a mischievous side-glance. No normal person would take him home with them. No one in their right mind. Green eyes linger on the girl with obvious thoughts swimming behind them. ❛❛Do you think I have beautiful reasons to kill? Aren’t you concerned… just a little bit? I mean, I am happy you feel like you can trust me. I’m just pointing out that maybe you shouldn’t. Not that I’d want that! That’d be against my own interest. So, trust me. Trust me, please.❜❜
