A villain for life.

Six.

I was armed with nothing but determination, a camera and a mug shot of a man in his mid-twenties with sharp intelligent eyes, a straight nose, full lips that were thinned into a secret little amused smile that revealed very little of his enigmatic personality. Olyver Alvarez had a face that one never easily forgot no matter how much they spent on therapy.

Five hours ago, I was at home writing an article on Cheese for a hotel. Yes Cheese. That was all my life ever seemed to revolve around these days that and the occasional soiree du vin.

I was in the middle of handling a piece of rancid blue Stilton cheese with my garden gloves, when my cell rang. It was Victor, my editor.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"You know what I'm doing," I answered

"Right, drop the article, and drop that disgustingly god awful piece of cheese, I've got something even better."

"What's up?"

"You're in on the analytic team."

Faster than lightning my apron was off and I threw the cheese out of my sixth floor apartment window, over my shoulder.

"You there?"

"Oh I'm there alright," I said barely squelching down my eagerness.

Cupping the phone to my ear, I listened attentively as Victor filled me on the details.

"He's here in Las Vegas."

"Who's here?"

He drew in a noisy breath "Olyver Alvarez"

"You mean the Olyver Alvarez the man that had blown up the front pages of every newspaper this entire week; six prison guards roasted like Pittsburgh rare steaks, two of them being bottle fed in intensive care and a beheaded disfigured body covered in Ramen back in China Town, that crazy psychopathic bastard??"

"Built a shrine already?" Victor chuckled.

I bristled, but decided to humor him anyways, "Yep, you know me a die-hard fan of serial killers ever since I was nearly killed by one"

Victor was silent for a long time. I guess it didn't come out as funny as I intended.

"Maybe, this is a bad idea", he said slowly. "Maybe you should stick with the cheese"

"Don't do this to me, please Victor! It's been a year already, I'm ready to go back" I was pleading now. "There is no way you can throw this at me and then expect me to go back to stinky fromage bleu!"

"Fine Gia," he sighed resignedly. "Only on one condition"

I did a little jiggle in my kitchen, that was sooner than expected. I thought I had to beg a little more. "You name it boss."

"You have to keep me updated at all times on everything, no going of the radar like last time and more importantly no getting close and personal with them, not like last time"

I was barely listening, this was huge, it was exactly what I signed up for ever since I started at Victor's agency fresh out of journalism school.

"When do I start?" I asked, beginning to get more excited by the second.

"Now," he said. "A tip just came in from the concierge at the Caesar's"

"I'm on it"

"I never had a doubt" Victor said "You know exactly how they tick, isn't that right, kid?"

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A/n- Okay how many where surprised by the late introduction of another lead character? XD

I was ..Really :P It was sort of a last minute thing, because I thought what better way to explain Olyver than through an investigative journalists perspective.

Olyver sure as hell isn't going to stop and take a step back while slicing someone's carotid artery off and explain to us why he is doing that or dab at his eyes while explaining his back story.

With that out of the way, what do you think of this new point of view?

Thank you for continuing to read this story and it makes me really happy to read your comments, you guys are seriously the best!!!

An update tomorrow as well?

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