Re: Damien
"I'm certain a lot of people would love to see you now," Alastair responded from his place at the door. He took pleasure in watching his victims pace about and panic while they waited for the bitter end. Bitter end? Maybe. But it wouldn't be coming along for quite a while now. Twirling the knife that he had taken to carrying on his person since the last three rounds, Alastair stepped into the room that contained Damien and began to walk to his cage. His weapons, as always, were wheeling their way in behind him. All it took was a few pushes of his mind and he didn't even have to touch the cart of instruments. Blood stained. He could do a lot more with them. Create more paint. More art.
"I'm sure your friends are looking for you," Alastair explained, moving to fiddle with the lock at the cage. "They're probably very, very worried." He said that last line without any sympathy. Truthfully, it was because he didn't have any. Not for anyone.