Time passes differently when one looks at time differently. He raised his hand up, holding it between him and the dim office light at the Inn. He turned it. There were so few wrinkles as there once were, or that he remembered. They felt stronger, even though they were infact weaker. In his 'peak' body, he was toned, fit, prepared for anything that any such enemy could throw at him.
Even in his emotional state was something out of whack. The years of practiced control and thought were askewed thanks to this body's "natural" aging process. He and Romax had made a trip to the cloning facility. Romax had reviewed and pondered the findings in the databanks. He had found the problem and took the steps to resolve it in a new body.
But even that takes time.
He slammed his hand down on his desk, still looking up towards the ceiling light. The rage that he felt, however had only added to the depth of the well of power that he already had tapped. The whispers of the Dark Side grew in number. He closed his eyes to hear the cries and screams of those that he's tortured and slaughtered over the years.
It still brought a smirk to his lips. Even those distant screams brought something to him. Something still called out to him. The last few nights he has found himself slaughtering girls that he's found randomly on the street. Not before abusing and molesting them violently, first.
He cleaned up after himself, but only to conceal that it was he that was responsible for it. The bodies were left alone. One of the girls was bent backwards to break her spine - simply because he hadn't done it before.
Another girl chained with her legs behind her head after she was hung upside down by her thighs in some dark alley.
One girl was found without limbs, though they were not cut off but ripped off her body, leaving only bloody stumps.
He pulled his hand back, druming his fingers upon the arm of the chair as he was looking up.
Time still passed, as he waited until this was done and he could return to his own body.
Still, there was time to have some fun.
Even in his emotional state was something out of whack. The years of practiced control and thought were askewed thanks to this body's "natural" aging process. He and Romax had made a trip to the cloning facility. Romax had reviewed and pondered the findings in the databanks. He had found the problem and took the steps to resolve it in a new body.
But even that takes time.
He slammed his hand down on his desk, still looking up towards the ceiling light. The rage that he felt, however had only added to the depth of the well of power that he already had tapped. The whispers of the Dark Side grew in number. He closed his eyes to hear the cries and screams of those that he's tortured and slaughtered over the years.
It still brought a smirk to his lips. Even those distant screams brought something to him. Something still called out to him. The last few nights he has found himself slaughtering girls that he's found randomly on the street. Not before abusing and molesting them violently, first.
He cleaned up after himself, but only to conceal that it was he that was responsible for it. The bodies were left alone. One of the girls was bent backwards to break her spine - simply because he hadn't done it before.
Another girl chained with her legs behind her head after she was hung upside down by her thighs in some dark alley.
One girl was found without limbs, though they were not cut off but ripped off her body, leaving only bloody stumps.
He pulled his hand back, druming his fingers upon the arm of the chair as he was looking up.
Time still passed, as he waited until this was done and he could return to his own body.
Still, there was time to have some fun.