Okay here's the next chapter of She Was Just a Baby. In this James' dad is very religious and he's a pastor. So if its ooc I didn't attend it that way. Besides I doubt that I would be myself if I were facing a freaking serial killer. Well enough of this, I don't own anything except the plot and the guy. Enjoy.

James Robert Diamond

I pulled at the bottom of my hoodie and raked my comb through my hair before stepping into the silent room. The man whom caused all of the mess in the first place, sat in front of me. I closed the door softly before sitting in front of him. We sat like that for fifteen minutes, me shifting my water bottle side to side, him staring at me. I guess we were both waiting for the other to say something. He looked like he was afraid to say anything. I was scared shitless—excuse my French. What had he said to Kendall that made him storm out of here? What did he do that had guards being called? He rubbed his neck and finally spoke.

"I'm Tony Valencia. From how Katie described 'the boys' you must be James." He held his hand out.

"Aren't you afraid to go to hell?" I asked meekly, neglecting to shake hands with a killer.

"I see your pops raised you to be a God Fearing man."

"Aren't you?" I shifted in my seat and he reached his hands across the table to grab mine. My hands quickly fell into my hands.

"You're scared aren't you? Don't be afraid." He leaned forward. "There is nothing to fear."

"Don't you know it's a sin to kill?"

"It's not a sin to love. To keep something from sinning. Many people are killed in order to fit God's divine order."

"Snatching kids is not God's divine order,"

"Well she was so beautiful. Much like you," He whispered. He came around the table and stroked my face.

"Please don't touch me." I breathed. My eyes were closed in fear and my heart accelerated.

"How can you be so afraid of sin, of hell, of me, when you were built for it." I jumped and said, "I thought you wanted to talk about Katie. Why am I here?"

"Do you want to know what I did to Katie? What I want to do to you? What I could do to you?"

"Why do you insist on being so satanic? You killed a girl and you seem like you don't even care. Aren't you afraid to go to hell? Aren't you afraid of God's wrath."

"I loved Katie. I suppose I should be… all the 'sin' that I've committed. But who's to say that I sinned? Who outlines what's considered a sin? You ever think that God does everything and he makes people do what he wants them to do. Who says it's a sin? Who's to say I should apologize for any of my actions, if I'm just a marionette, a pawn in the Lords hands? Or should I apologize for every desire I've ever felt, for you? Or her? Or anyone else? He must have planted it. Every feeling I've ever felt and every feeling I'll ever feel, it was from him. Unless, of course, he doesn't exist and you waste your life living for nothing and you'll never taste anything, there's a lot that you suppress because of your fear of God. Your father beat it into you and now you can't let it go. You use the lord to hide your real self. Because it's wrong, right James? Because everything you feel is immoral?"

I stood up abruptly and started for the door.

"Don't leave just yet James. We're not done having fun. We're all alone."

I grabbed the door handle and he said,

"Don't hide yourself James. Being you is far to fun."

"Don't try to get to know me you creep. You know nothing about me. Especially not after what you did to Katie. What you did to Kendall. I wish I was a big and burly as Kendall because then I could beat the crap out of you so you could feel how we felt when you killed Katie. You killed her selfishly and you'll rot in hell for it"

I wiped a tear away and slammed open the door. I walked out of the room and towards the bathroom, as if I were ready to spontaneously combust. When I got to a stall I gagged and threw up.

Okay… that was James. It was a bit of a let down. I just want to say that I do not agree with the views of religion from the killer guy. It was just for the sake of a creepy killer.