Post by Devlin Tempest on Aug 20, 2010 12:50:07 GMT
THERE'LL BE GIRLS ACROSS THE NATION
they're gonna eat this up
INFAMOUS, UNFORGETTABLE;:; Devlin Killian Tempest
STICKS AND STONES;:; Dev, Devie, Asshole, Prick, etc.
THERE'S A PARTY WAITING;:; 25/May/1845. I'm 20.
I'M ENDURING;;; First
IF YOU'RE LOOKING;:; I'm a Male, thank you very much.
I PLAY FOR THIS TEAM;;; Heterosexual
BRING THE DRINKS;:; Tri Pi
I AM A;:; Vampire. With the gift of the Unfortold.
BABE I KNOW THAT IT'S YOUR SOUL
but could you bottle it up
IT'S MARKED AGAINST THE WALL;:;Taller than most, shorter than some.
WOULDN'T YOU LIKE TO KNOW;:; Havent a clue.
MY SKIN'S FAR FROM VIRGIN;:; No tattoos, no piercings, but I do have alot of scars.
I SEE THROUGH;:; Greyish Silver eyes.
GOLDILOCKS, RAPUNZEL, CAN'T COMPETE;:; Dark Brown.
THE MIRROR LOVES ME;:; First things first, I'm a hot bastard. Nobody can deny I'm pretty much gorgeous. Dark brown hair, hypnotizing silver eyes and a crooked smile to die for. Its not just my face thats perfect, my body is the sex. I cant blame girls for having to look twice at my awesomeness, really I cant. Hell, if I wasn't me, I'd want to be looking at me all day. I love my leather jacket; nothing and no one will ever come between us. The rest of my attire is just laid back; basically a shirt and jeans that match the jacket. No piercings, plenty of scars, and one tattoo on my shoulder blade of a, well, a black rose with some red thrown in there. Its really something you need to see to appreciate; like me.
YOU'RE SHIT OUT OF YOUR LUCK
don't make me tell you again
HOW TO PLEASE ME;:;
- Being a vampire.
[/li][li] Pissing people off. [/color]
[/li][li]Me. Myself. And I. [/color]
[/li][li] The course I'm currently taking here at Embers. [/color]
[/li][li] Motorcycles and Leather Jackets. [/color]
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DON'T GO THERE;:;
- The smell of cigarettes and pizza.
[/li][li] Killing. Unnecesarily anyway. [/color]
[/li][li] Certain steriotypes; know-it-all geeks and girls who believe they look like supermodels when really, they look like they've just been run over by a bus they're so thin. And then splattered in orange paint to look 'tanned'. [/color]
[/li][li] Bats. Contrary to popular belief, us hunters of the night do not transform into bats. I for one, detest the things. [/color]
[/li][li] Small spaces. Believe it or not, I have acute Claustrophobia. [/color]
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THEY'RE COUNTLESS;:;
- I'm at my strongest when I work alone.
[/li][li] I have a spidey sense of sort, something I would consider to be a strength. [/color]
[/li][li] I never forget. [/color]
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NOBODY'S PERFECT;:;
- I actually have a concience, and that seems to be where most of my downfalls lie.
[/li][li] I never forget. So Its hard for me to forgive and move on. [/color]
[/li][li] I'm not great at making friends. Nobody wants to hang around with the sarcastic vampire. Who knew? [/color]
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MONSTERS IN THE CLOSET;:;
- Dying. Like, more than I already have died.
[/li][li] Other than that I'm pretty fearless. [/color]
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I'LL BE SOMEBODY;:;
- Move to Prague.
[/li][li] Get the hell out from under the thumb of my father. [/color]
[/li][li] Kill Camilla. [/color]
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SHH IT'S A SECRET;:;
- I like to do good. But tell anyone and I'll break your jaw.
[/li][li] I don't like blood. Some vampire right? [/color]
[/li][li] If I told you this one, it wouldn't be a secret anymore, now would it? [/color]
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I'M JUST MISUNDERSTOOD;:; You want to know about my personality? Well first off, I'm sarcastic. It's my second language, sarcasm is. Don't like it? Feck off. Which reminds me, I'm pretty strong willed. Honest, too. For example, I hate that hat your wearing. It is doing nothing to solve the bad hair day you're having.
I don't take offence most of the time. I think I'm awesome, and as far as I'm concerned, your opinion is of little importance. I can be nice, and considerate when I want to be. I don't want to be. So I'm going to go ahead and point out your shoes make your feet look like pancakes with laces. See why everyone calls me a prick now?
Let me tell you, I'm extremely patient and rational. Not to mention, everyones attracted to me. I'm just that kind of annoying a-hole people get used to and grow to love. Yeah, I'm epic that way. [/color]
I AM AIMING TO BE SOMEBODY
that somebody trusts
DADDY;:; Nathanial Tempest, Vampire with the gift of the Shadows, he is a very successful medical scientist. He runs his own labs and companies all around the world. He's about the same age as my mother, only he looks like he's in his early thirties.
MOMMA;:; Bianca Tempest, previously known as Bianca Daniels, a vampire with the gift of the Shadows, she is unemployed and lounges at home usually. She's over 135 years old, but she looks like she's in her early twenties.
PULL HER HAIR;:; Two. Jessami Tempest and Vivienne Tempest, both are 18, both are vampires with the gifts of the Pale, they're too spoiled to work.
BREAK HIS TOYS;:; One. Leon Tempest, he is 24, he is a vampire with the gift of the Fearful, I think he's now an accountant or something.
CLIMB THE TREE;:; My annoying cousins, Antony and Victoirea.
MADE FOR EACH OTHER;:; None.
IT ALL STARTED ON A TUESDAY...;:; overall history: how you came to Embers, what went on at home, etc... Three paragrahs minimum.
YOU KNOW THAT SENSIBLE SELLS
so could you kindly shut up
conradulations you just met Rachel and all because of my good pal Hannah! you've been missing out for sixteen years but no longer! I've been RPing for a while and that explains why i'm on the semi-expert level in the RP hall of fame! My play-by is Ian Somerhalder I'll get back to you later of course and i've just got to say I like Cheese! see how great i am for yourself;:;
Maurice Fortay. The forty two year old, loving father of seven earns his living as a dentist. Plainest job in the world; good, honest work. A devoted husband; never late for dinner, always takes the garbage out on time, satisfactory in bed, loves his wife Kendra with his entire heart and soul. I guess you can call him a family man. An innocent tax paying citizen of the United States of America. He had the perfect upbringing, too. I suppose he gained his top notch parenting skills from his lawyer mother and chef father. No abuse, no trauma, just the perfect little family in suburbia living the American dream. Did I mention he gardens as a hobby? Might have let that part out. If I did, then I probably forgot to add his second and favourite hobby as well; murder. Maurice Fortay took the lives of over seventy women and children, all resembling his own family. Makes you wonder just what exactly he thought of his life, huh?
Angus Raymond. The man earns a living scraping gum off the undersides of park tables. Not exactly flattering work, but hey, someone has to do it, right? Sure, he thought that too, and he didn’t mind. He had friends that loved him and a place to call home; what more could a guy need? Kindest man ever, would never hurt a fly. Kept to himself mostly, but ask any neighbour and they’ll tell you he’s a sweetheart. Always willing to help. His only problem was his wife. She wanted kids he couldn’t give her, and it broke his heart seeing the woman he loved in pain. So, he thought he’d surprise her with a couple of adoption forms. But wait, adoption? Nah, too long. There had to be a simpler way... What about that woman over there? She’s got two kids already, has her hands full. So he was really doing her a favour by taking little Junior off her hands. The kid was one, didn’t understand his life was now tangled in fate’s string. Three days later, Raymond’s beloved wife is found bludgeoned to death on their kitchen floor, his skin and blood under her nails. Angus was arrested in connection with her murder, but poor Junior was never found. No body, no evidence, no traces. A cold trail.
But not all murderers are male, might I add. Take Elizabeth O’Malley, for example. She had everything. The money, the looks, fancy house, fancy cars, but no man to call hers. Upsetting, isn’t it? Being thirty four years old and the only one out of her friends without a family. Drowned her sorrows most nights, others would be spent trying to hook up with a man – any man – so she could finally prove to herself she was entitled to the same privileges as her stuck up friends. But what happens to her already fractured psych when relationships end badly? I’ll tell you what, it breaks further until, hello, a killer is born. Men she targeted, seducing and luring them into her oversized home, sleeping with them and finally, stabbing them in select parts of the body.
These three people were what I like to call masked. They are the ones whose thoughts could mean life or death. These are the ones who we should watch for. The perfect lives, the perfect families, the perfect people. Can you really judge these things by outward appearances? I only know the things I know because I see these people every day when I visit the prison. I analyse them, I study their behaviour, their motives, their means, everything. I find out why they did the things they did. It’s what I do. I’ve trained to see through the mask and uncover he real person within. You’d be surprised at who is really the angel and who actually the monster is. And let me tell you, there are more where these came from.
My name? Eli. Eli Archer. My job is my life. Takes up most, if not, all of my time. I like to think that’s why my wife, Marie, left and took our three beautiful children with her. Everything happens for a reason though, right? Her leaving just gave me that extra time I needed to catch this son of a bitch before he hurt someone else. Sam Rivers is his name. This psycho is one sick puppy who developed a liking for the screams of torture. The man killed his family after his wife left, taking his three young kids with her. I guess it’s safe to assume that was the stressor, his wife leaving. Slaughtered them all in their sleep. I mean, I’m pissed my Marie left me, but I would never hurt her for it. I could never kill her, or our kids. Maybe that’s why I found an interest in Rivers in the first place. His life, was my life. We were so similar and I guess, I found it a little spooky. The man killed his family in cold blood and developed a liking for murder, moving on to kill other families in his area. Three in total, minus his own. Men, women, children. All dead because of this sicko. Sometimes, no punishment seems great enough. If I got the chance, I’d skin the bastard alive. He’s one of the masked; his life had been perfect until his family up and left him. At least, that’s what the family portraits describe. Happy families, smiles all round. What a lie that had been. The perfect mask.
“This way,” Officer Grayson and Sheehan walked beside me down the halls of the prison. I cleared my throat, preparing Rivers’ and mines conversation in my head. ‘Why did you do it, Sam? Why did you slaughter your wife and children? Did you hate her that much for leaving you? Did your kids deserve to die that way?’ All these questions, only one answer needed.
The good officers led me down a dark hall I’d never been down before. I’d known these men for about a year now, ever since I took on this case. They were good at what they did, but like me, they had the occasional problems with some of the inmates here in Marlay Penitentiary. I’m saying because apparently Sam Rivers has been pretty uncooperative since the date for his execution had been set. Death penalty. That didn’t even seem good enough to justify what he did to those people... Like I’d said, I’d skin him right here, right now if given the chance.
They opened the door for me, and I stepped into the dark room. I gazed or a moment at the glass window in the room, looking out over the viewing chairs of the opposite room. Then my eyes fell to the ungroomed man sitting facing the door. I sat down on the large chair opposite him.
“Sam Rivers,” I dipped my head in hello. I felt my blood surging at the very sight of this bastard. I wanted to rip his throat out as I remembered the disfigured corpses of all those people he’d killed so brutally. Barbaric and disgusting. Men like him, capable of such sin; he made me sick...
“Eli Archer, my old friend.” Rivers sat back in his chair and smiled.
I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing. “I am not your friend.” I told him through clenched teeth. “Who gave you my name?”
Rivers dipped his head back and let out a short, maniacal laugh. “Don’t you think you should stop playing these silly games, Eli? You came here to ask me something, so ask it.”
I didn’t like his expression; made me feel like I was missing out on some private joke. He played head games; this psycho was an expert at them. I’d known this beforehand, but like hell was he getting to me. I refused. “Why?” I spoke with disgust.
Rivers sighed. “Why, what?” He grinned. “Be more specific Archer, I’m a chained man.”
“Why did you kill your family? Why did you kill those other families--”
“Why did you kill those families,” He mocked me, pulling a face. He seemed entertained. “Why did you kill those families, why did you kill those families, waa waa waaa.” His fist came for me, but he was held back by his shackles. I jumped back in fright. Not one of the guards moved an inch at the attack. Rivers chuckled darkly at my reaction. “You know why. I told you, stop playing games, Eli.” He sat back, relaxing into his seat.
I cleared my throat and kept my cool composure. “How would I know why you did what you did?” I asked.
Rivers’ grin widened. “Because you were there.” He whispered, his eyes glistening.
“Sam Rivers,” The undertaker read off a chart. “Sentenced to execution by means of the electric chair—“
“Hear that?” I growled in low tone. “Your time is up, Rivers. Stop playing games and tell me why. Did your kids deserve to die that way? Did you enjoy seeing them suffer??” I demanded heatedly.
Rivers began to look bored. “It is you that needs to stop plying games, Mr Archer.” He grinned darkly. “You study the masked, don’t you Eli?” He tilted his head to the left. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me; he made me feel vulnerable, and I was not liking it.
I banged my fist against my hand rest. “This is not about me, you son of a bitch! Answer my question! Why—“
“Oh but Eli, this is about you.” Rivers stood up, somehow unshackled. I let out a gasp. How the hell?? “Remember how it felt?” He whispered.
“Sit down Rivers!” I ordered, looking to the guards for help. None of them moved.
“Remember how good it felt to finally control her??” Rivers seethed. “Remember their screams for their Daddy to stop??”
“I said SIT DOWN, Rivers!!” I yelled authoritively. Mind games, Eli!! He’s playing mind games! I forced myself to control my heavy breathing. I felt anger, intense frustration; I felt my composure slipping away like wet soap in my hands...
“—5:45 PM for the murder of Marie Rivers and her children, along with the deaths of—“ The undertaker continued, and the world stopped for a moment when I heard the name. Had that been his wife’s name too??
“Yeah, that’s right, our Marie,” Rivers chuckled, “She left us, Eli! I took care of her for you. Annie, Dylan, Shaun, they were all just...” Rivers took in a breath, “Reminders.”
People began to pile into the room behind the window, some with pens and notepads and some with tissues. “Enough games! Tell me why you killed your family!!” I bellowed, feeling a hint of panic.
“YOU KNOW WHY ELI.” Rivers held up his bloody hands. “You had to do it to keep her with you!”
“ENOUGH! I did not hurt my wife or my children, you did!!” I snarled. “You killed your family Eli!" I yelled, "Accept it and stop playing games!!” I had lost complete control, but I seemed to be stuck in that one position on the chair.
I watched as Sam Rivers leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Then why are you the one strapped to the chair, Sam?”
The leather straps tying me to my chair were suddenly there and I suddenly understood why the chair was so big. I suddenly understood why none of the guards had moved when Rivers had attacked me. They could't see him, could they? I felt the heaviness of the electricity helmet weigh down on my head and I saw my mother sitting there in the crowd of onlookers, a tissue pressed to her lips. “I didn’t kill my family...” I whispered, my eyes wide and panic high. "My name is Eli Archer, I love my wife and family. I love my wife and family. I love my wife and family. My name is Eli Archer—“
“You just keep telling yourself that Sam,” Rivers smirked, inspecting his nails.
“—insanity plea rejected and by the order of Arizona state I hereby give the order to death—“
“Who are you?” I breathed, terrified of that answer. Was this why he was never there for me to interrogate? Why I only remembered... The prison? The inmates? Marie?
Rivers laughed evilly. “I’m the man who killed your family, Sam. I’m Eli Archer. I’m you. You’re me. Understand?” Rivers did a little wave. “Say hi to our sweet Marie for me, okay?”
My name is Eli Archer. I did not kill my family. Sam Rivers did. The black cover over fell down over my face. I did not kill my family. The world disappeared. Sam Rivers did-- I was gone.
Angus Raymond. The man earns a living scraping gum off the undersides of park tables. Not exactly flattering work, but hey, someone has to do it, right? Sure, he thought that too, and he didn’t mind. He had friends that loved him and a place to call home; what more could a guy need? Kindest man ever, would never hurt a fly. Kept to himself mostly, but ask any neighbour and they’ll tell you he’s a sweetheart. Always willing to help. His only problem was his wife. She wanted kids he couldn’t give her, and it broke his heart seeing the woman he loved in pain. So, he thought he’d surprise her with a couple of adoption forms. But wait, adoption? Nah, too long. There had to be a simpler way... What about that woman over there? She’s got two kids already, has her hands full. So he was really doing her a favour by taking little Junior off her hands. The kid was one, didn’t understand his life was now tangled in fate’s string. Three days later, Raymond’s beloved wife is found bludgeoned to death on their kitchen floor, his skin and blood under her nails. Angus was arrested in connection with her murder, but poor Junior was never found. No body, no evidence, no traces. A cold trail.
But not all murderers are male, might I add. Take Elizabeth O’Malley, for example. She had everything. The money, the looks, fancy house, fancy cars, but no man to call hers. Upsetting, isn’t it? Being thirty four years old and the only one out of her friends without a family. Drowned her sorrows most nights, others would be spent trying to hook up with a man – any man – so she could finally prove to herself she was entitled to the same privileges as her stuck up friends. But what happens to her already fractured psych when relationships end badly? I’ll tell you what, it breaks further until, hello, a killer is born. Men she targeted, seducing and luring them into her oversized home, sleeping with them and finally, stabbing them in select parts of the body.
These three people were what I like to call masked. They are the ones whose thoughts could mean life or death. These are the ones who we should watch for. The perfect lives, the perfect families, the perfect people. Can you really judge these things by outward appearances? I only know the things I know because I see these people every day when I visit the prison. I analyse them, I study their behaviour, their motives, their means, everything. I find out why they did the things they did. It’s what I do. I’ve trained to see through the mask and uncover he real person within. You’d be surprised at who is really the angel and who actually the monster is. And let me tell you, there are more where these came from.
My name? Eli. Eli Archer. My job is my life. Takes up most, if not, all of my time. I like to think that’s why my wife, Marie, left and took our three beautiful children with her. Everything happens for a reason though, right? Her leaving just gave me that extra time I needed to catch this son of a bitch before he hurt someone else. Sam Rivers is his name. This psycho is one sick puppy who developed a liking for the screams of torture. The man killed his family after his wife left, taking his three young kids with her. I guess it’s safe to assume that was the stressor, his wife leaving. Slaughtered them all in their sleep. I mean, I’m pissed my Marie left me, but I would never hurt her for it. I could never kill her, or our kids. Maybe that’s why I found an interest in Rivers in the first place. His life, was my life. We were so similar and I guess, I found it a little spooky. The man killed his family in cold blood and developed a liking for murder, moving on to kill other families in his area. Three in total, minus his own. Men, women, children. All dead because of this sicko. Sometimes, no punishment seems great enough. If I got the chance, I’d skin the bastard alive. He’s one of the masked; his life had been perfect until his family up and left him. At least, that’s what the family portraits describe. Happy families, smiles all round. What a lie that had been. The perfect mask.
“This way,” Officer Grayson and Sheehan walked beside me down the halls of the prison. I cleared my throat, preparing Rivers’ and mines conversation in my head. ‘Why did you do it, Sam? Why did you slaughter your wife and children? Did you hate her that much for leaving you? Did your kids deserve to die that way?’ All these questions, only one answer needed.
The good officers led me down a dark hall I’d never been down before. I’d known these men for about a year now, ever since I took on this case. They were good at what they did, but like me, they had the occasional problems with some of the inmates here in Marlay Penitentiary. I’m saying because apparently Sam Rivers has been pretty uncooperative since the date for his execution had been set. Death penalty. That didn’t even seem good enough to justify what he did to those people... Like I’d said, I’d skin him right here, right now if given the chance.
They opened the door for me, and I stepped into the dark room. I gazed or a moment at the glass window in the room, looking out over the viewing chairs of the opposite room. Then my eyes fell to the ungroomed man sitting facing the door. I sat down on the large chair opposite him.
“Sam Rivers,” I dipped my head in hello. I felt my blood surging at the very sight of this bastard. I wanted to rip his throat out as I remembered the disfigured corpses of all those people he’d killed so brutally. Barbaric and disgusting. Men like him, capable of such sin; he made me sick...
“Eli Archer, my old friend.” Rivers sat back in his chair and smiled.
I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing. “I am not your friend.” I told him through clenched teeth. “Who gave you my name?”
Rivers dipped his head back and let out a short, maniacal laugh. “Don’t you think you should stop playing these silly games, Eli? You came here to ask me something, so ask it.”
I didn’t like his expression; made me feel like I was missing out on some private joke. He played head games; this psycho was an expert at them. I’d known this beforehand, but like hell was he getting to me. I refused. “Why?” I spoke with disgust.
Rivers sighed. “Why, what?” He grinned. “Be more specific Archer, I’m a chained man.”
“Why did you kill your family? Why did you kill those other families--”
“Why did you kill those families,” He mocked me, pulling a face. He seemed entertained. “Why did you kill those families, why did you kill those families, waa waa waaa.” His fist came for me, but he was held back by his shackles. I jumped back in fright. Not one of the guards moved an inch at the attack. Rivers chuckled darkly at my reaction. “You know why. I told you, stop playing games, Eli.” He sat back, relaxing into his seat.
I cleared my throat and kept my cool composure. “How would I know why you did what you did?” I asked.
Rivers’ grin widened. “Because you were there.” He whispered, his eyes glistening.
“Sam Rivers,” The undertaker read off a chart. “Sentenced to execution by means of the electric chair—“
“Hear that?” I growled in low tone. “Your time is up, Rivers. Stop playing games and tell me why. Did your kids deserve to die that way? Did you enjoy seeing them suffer??” I demanded heatedly.
Rivers began to look bored. “It is you that needs to stop plying games, Mr Archer.” He grinned darkly. “You study the masked, don’t you Eli?” He tilted his head to the left. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through me; he made me feel vulnerable, and I was not liking it.
I banged my fist against my hand rest. “This is not about me, you son of a bitch! Answer my question! Why—“
“Oh but Eli, this is about you.” Rivers stood up, somehow unshackled. I let out a gasp. How the hell?? “Remember how it felt?” He whispered.
“Sit down Rivers!” I ordered, looking to the guards for help. None of them moved.
“Remember how good it felt to finally control her??” Rivers seethed. “Remember their screams for their Daddy to stop??”
“I said SIT DOWN, Rivers!!” I yelled authoritively. Mind games, Eli!! He’s playing mind games! I forced myself to control my heavy breathing. I felt anger, intense frustration; I felt my composure slipping away like wet soap in my hands...
“—5:45 PM for the murder of Marie Rivers and her children, along with the deaths of—“ The undertaker continued, and the world stopped for a moment when I heard the name. Had that been his wife’s name too??
“Yeah, that’s right, our Marie,” Rivers chuckled, “She left us, Eli! I took care of her for you. Annie, Dylan, Shaun, they were all just...” Rivers took in a breath, “Reminders.”
People began to pile into the room behind the window, some with pens and notepads and some with tissues. “Enough games! Tell me why you killed your family!!” I bellowed, feeling a hint of panic.
“YOU KNOW WHY ELI.” Rivers held up his bloody hands. “You had to do it to keep her with you!”
“ENOUGH! I did not hurt my wife or my children, you did!!” I snarled. “You killed your family Eli!" I yelled, "Accept it and stop playing games!!” I had lost complete control, but I seemed to be stuck in that one position on the chair.
I watched as Sam Rivers leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Then why are you the one strapped to the chair, Sam?”
The leather straps tying me to my chair were suddenly there and I suddenly understood why the chair was so big. I suddenly understood why none of the guards had moved when Rivers had attacked me. They could't see him, could they? I felt the heaviness of the electricity helmet weigh down on my head and I saw my mother sitting there in the crowd of onlookers, a tissue pressed to her lips. “I didn’t kill my family...” I whispered, my eyes wide and panic high. "My name is Eli Archer, I love my wife and family. I love my wife and family. I love my wife and family. My name is Eli Archer—“
“You just keep telling yourself that Sam,” Rivers smirked, inspecting his nails.
“—insanity plea rejected and by the order of Arizona state I hereby give the order to death—“
“Who are you?” I breathed, terrified of that answer. Was this why he was never there for me to interrogate? Why I only remembered... The prison? The inmates? Marie?
Rivers laughed evilly. “I’m the man who killed your family, Sam. I’m Eli Archer. I’m you. You’re me. Understand?” Rivers did a little wave. “Say hi to our sweet Marie for me, okay?”
My name is Eli Archer. I did not kill my family. Sam Rivers did. The black cover over fell down over my face. I did not kill my family. The world disappeared. Sam Rivers did-- I was gone.
