Ohhh, yes, he would enjoy this one's company. She's tall, fills her clothes nicely, with an oval face framed by pieces of dark hair that escaped her loose bun. Her eyes are a soft green. They give her a distant look. He likes this very much. The bridge of her straight nose has a small bump, almost unnoticeable.

His visitor jumps at some noise, pulls a handgun out of the waist of her pencil skirt. Moments later she tucks it away again and finds her way to the wall. She's slumping against the bloody wallpaper now, face in her hands. There is a camera beside her. She picks it up; her eyes become unfocused, the corners of her cupid's-bow lips twitch up a bit. A look of satisfaction, a contemplative gaze. She hauls herself back to her feet and with a new lightness in her step she finds her way to the Atrium. He will soon meet his new disciple, his new audience, his new dance partner, his new companion.

His hands begin to tremble; his face grows warm. He can't keep himself from becoming feverish with excitement. A student like this is rare; comes along maybe twice in a lifetime.

He makes himself ready to welcome this fresh life. He will show her no mercy.

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So! There's my weak-ass excuse for an intro to the new fic. I just whipped this bit out, forgive me if it's... well, crap. Remember that I love you dearly and eventually I'll get the fic typed up.

Maybe if this little thing gets a couple'a reviews I'd have some incentive to finish up more quickly...

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