{hell to pay}
There's a half smile on Eli's lips, and were he facing anywhere but the window he would have wiped it away. It would be replaced by that same look of concern and anger that he'd worn for a week now, the look that said all he cared about was killing his brother's potential murderer. He didn't sleep, and his body was feeling it even if he wasn't. All in all, it had been an easy act to keep up, but he could feel the rising tensions. He could hear his name whispered on too many lips, and he could see fear looking back at him when people thought he wasn't looking.
It thrilled him, but it also told him the game was at an end. Which wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He'd had fun, but there were enough useless sacks of flesh around that he could get rid of most of them without batting an eye. There would still be enough victims left for when Samson woke up. Enough, he thought, to completely destroy him before he killed him for good this time. So he stood at the window, toying with a rusted knife while he watched blood rain down from the sky, and he smiled. It was a last portent of destruction, a sign that death was coming for their first born sons. Or daughters. He wasn't picky.