28.11.12 - Hunter.
Hunter was in the kitchen, tapping on the table whilst sipping on his glass of water. He was in a foul mood, fed up with his brothers stupidity.
An old nurse approached him with a pin tag that named her as 'Jeanie'. /Oh joys/
"Don't you think you should leave the girl be, son?" Hunter rolled his eyes, turning to face the woman with a false smile on his face. "What ever do you mean?" Jeanie stared at him in an accusing manner. "I don't know what game you're playing Hunter, but you'd better stop son. It's not going to get you anywhere in here." He grunted, narrowing his eyebrows together.
"You know what Jeanie? Let me be completely honest about what 'game' I'm playing." He edged closer to her with each word. "I am sick of being the bad guy, the person who picks up everyones shit after they've splattered it over my porch floor. I am sick of people trying to change me into my brother, I do what needs to be done...I don't play games, I create games. Because you know what Jeanie? I'm the only one who can clear up the game players mess after they've had their little prance around." Jeanie was silent, cowering slightly at the sight of him. "I don't make pacts with people, I don't side with anyone...if you piss me off I'll want you dead...as simple as that." He slammed his fist into the wooden cupboard by her head. "I really wish people would stop thinking me evil for doing the stuff that everyone else doesn't have the balls to."
Jeanie stuttered slightly. "I get it. You're upset about your brother, your family, the two girls, Hunter. It's okay to be upset."
Hunter shook his head. "No, I'm not upset. Upset is an emotion specific to those who care."
"You don't have any guilt for the people you killed?"
Hunters face turned stone cold, his eyes steady and his hand flat against the wood. "You confuse me for someone with remorse." He said simply before walking away.