Joe smirked slightly, "everybody stops when there's a knife to there throat, funny really," he said quietly. At least Evan smelt nice when he'd killed Benji, he was.. rather pungent, and even harder to get rid of. He eyed Evan with a serious face. "Now you know I'm not playing around, got it," he muttered, "you can't just- screw people over, play with there emotions, ruin there chances of getting laid," he muttered the last bit, remembering how he'd been so close to Ella kissing until someone's actions got that revoked.
"You seem jumpy, look, I'm not a bad person, and I'm not going to hurt you," he sighed, placing the lid on the box after he placed the iPhone in it.
Joe pinched the needle between his fingers. Humming classical music quietly as he injected the man without hesitation. "You talk to much," he sighed, pulling the needle out of the man's neck and throwing it to the floor. Joe let out a laugh, "you should see your face," he sighed, watching the man fall to the floor as he inspected the arm of the green chair, "this was Becks favourite hair," he mumbled quietly, "you know, Guinevere Beck, we dated for a while.. then she cheated on me, betrayed me, I didn't want to kill her, but I had no choice, can't you see that?" He sighed. "And then there's you, a waste of words, I've heard your poetry, it's corny," he muttered.
"I don't know what Ella sees in you, she was so- so upset with you, after you kissed that girl, Layla.. I don't get it," he sighed, looking down at the man, using his shoe to tilt his head upwards slightly, "are you.. crying,"
'Shit Joe, you made him cry,'
'And now he's begging,'
"I'm not going to kill you- I'm not a monster," he scoffed, still holding the knife as he looked down at Evan, slowly putting the knife in the waistband of his pants. "Good," Joe sighed,
'He's going to make me promise? Heartwarming'
Joe let out an exaggerated sigh, "fine, I promise. Besides, I'd never hurt Ella, and she's never hurt me.." he said quietly.
Joe leant down, leaning on his knees as Evan talked, it wasn't enough, he couldn't get personal to her, relate to her. He wanted to use her past as a way of altering his own, so they had more in common.
Joe knew about true crime, but he didn't know she had started a failing podcast. 'Woah woah- Ella you had a stalker and didn't tell me? Even worse, Evan was the pretend stalker, what a weirdo,'
Joe nodded, biting his lip, "I want the name of the account, the fake one," Joe urged, personal- deep dark, that's exactly what Joe wanted.
He leant forward, grabbing the man's hair, pulling his head up to his level, "give. Me. The. Name," he spoke, slowly through gritted teeth.
Joe dropped his head so that it fell harshly to the floor, 'so she wants to kiss on a rooftop bar? Next date idea...'
"Good, no- no, great, I can use this," he sighed, "there's actually useful ideas in the fairy land brain of yours," Joe sighed, standing and stretching his back slightly, he nodded, 'so she wants a conventional life...'
Joes cocky smile fell slightly, 'ouch,'
"I don't have an obsession, I'm just.. in love," he said quietly, at a whisper.
Joe stretched his neck before shooting the man a kick to the stomach, "I've got a rooftop date to plan," he muttered. Walking backwards and out of the box. Locking the door behind him.
"It's aconite.. not a fatal dose don't worry, you'll be up and jazzy in no time, I'll be back, don't worry, you just, sit here and stay pretty," Joe smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets before pulling out his phone.
"Hey, meet me at Dons bar, I've got a surprise," Joe quickly typed into his phone. "Thanks Evan," he smirked, turning and jogging up the stairs.
'I will have you El'
