AN:
This movie held so many open holes and components needed to make actual sense that I had to write this. It's just so easy for movie writers to make a villain out of someone without even trying. At least give him a storyline of some sort or something, give him some development. [sigh] This is Dino's catharsis.
Nothing
"How did you feel when you would hit Anita?"
"Nothing."
"How did you feel when she let you go?"
"Nothing."
"How did you feel when you killed Pete?"
He blinked, his eyes vacant. "Nothing."
/
The first feeling that tingled through his fingers around the wheel when the car flipped ferociously around the air was regret.
Dino felt regret.
It twisted inside him for a moment, only a second, before he felt its sharp edge twirl in his stomach. His eyes caught the red vehicle soar before him and the blade of regret deepened until he could no longer feel the emotion. Until Dino could no longer feel the regret twinge in his stomach, as the blood seeped through his shirt. He knew he had done wrong, but he could not go back and he could definitely not apologize. He was done for, he had completely, and utterly pass the line of recompensing. He blamed no one, but himself.
Immediately, he felt disgust.
His chest rose and fell, but the dagger that remained in his stomach made it hurt to breathe. The regret had taken the form of disgust, twisting and shifting every now and then in the tiny seconds he had felt something. He had killed someone. He had killed someone. It wasn't a hit, or a bullet through the leg, it was a vicious kill that left him dangling on a thread of disgust. It was only for a minute, but after, after, he felt something else.
He felt...felt sorry?
It was only for a moment. The car landed on the ground, ferociously, and was consumed in a fierce, ominous fire. It was the last he had seen of Pete, and he felt sorry. He had felt just as sorry when his hands landed on the brunette—Anita—and her cries filled the quiet rooms of his house. He feels sorry, he does, but it's not enough and he knows this. Dino can't just apologize anymore. He doesn't even want to.
The car flickers in fire and Tobey stops. Dino doesn't.
By then, his heart grew cold, the metal had dried. He knew that he was absolutely done for and that the most he could do was run, run and pretend that he hadn't felt anything. All he could do was pretend that he hadn't regretted anything he did, because then it would be easier.
It would be easier to pretend, because he wouldn't get hurt, because it would be easier for everyone else to pin the antagonist tail on him, then to actually be able to understand that he had felt repulsive and that he usually does every single freaking day that goes by.
Dino feels far from human. He feels like a...monster.
Suddenly, his fingers peel from the wheel and fall onto the fabric of his shirt—blood. He feels blood. He's bleeding.
Dino then feels pain, confusion and pain. He's bleeding, and the blood streams continuously. It seems that through it all, the wound was actually there, meeting the tips of his fingers.
/
"You really feel nothing?"
"Of course."
/
—no one is capable of understanding that even the monster feels disgusting himself.