A/N Hello, everyone, I apologize for the day-lateness of this update. I also apologize or the fact that I posted a chapter of my Harry Potter story 'The Marauder's Monday Magazine,' instead of this story. LOL.

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It's strange how time can change, a second is always going to last a second you might say. I disagree however; I've found that when you are really and truly miserable a second can last for hours or even days. That evening as I watched Garrison slaughter people I had known and liked it seemed like those few hours lasted years.

Yet, they were still only hours, and when they were over I still looked the same as I had before, but inside I was different, I had changed.

-Flashback-

"I have shown you so much this evening, Miss Corinthos, but it seems as though you have yet to grasp a single word I have said." Garrison remarked. "You haven't even understood yet that I control your fate, that I control the existence of every person in this room. With a single twitch of my finger I can change your destiny; I can alter the lives of every person here."

As if to prove this point Garrison opened fire on several basketball players. I watched as they crumpled to the ground.

"You're running out of people to murder." I spat out coldly.

"True enough." Garrison agreed. "But don't say murder, Miss Corinthos, never murder, I like to think of it as eliminating the unworthy people."

"You are a murderer, plain and simple, black and white."

"Ah, but there are many shades of gray in life, Miss Corinthos." Garrison said shaking his head at me.

"Not in this case." I countered. "Murder is murder."

"Your brother is Sonny Corinthos, is he not?" Garrison asked seemingly at random, but I had a feeling I knew where he was going with this line of inquiry.

"That is none of your business."

"Your brother kills people; does that not make him a murderer?" Garrison inquired pleasantly ignoring my remark.

"My brother is a coffee importer." I replied defiantly refusing to give him the satisfaction.

"You know that's not true."

"You're a monster." I replied.

"I prefer to look at myself as a savior, bringing new enlightenment to the world." Garrison countered. "Shades of gray, Miss Corinthos, shades of gray."

"You came into a high school gym, shot and killed dozens of people and you believe there is some other interpretation besides cold blooded murderer?" I demanded. "I have news for you there is only one way to interpret your actions today, and it definitely isn't savior of the human race." I added caustically.

"Your words wound me." Garrison replied putting on an expression of extreme hurt. "Or they would if I cared in the least what a sixteen year old girl thought."

"Go to hell." I bit out between heavily clenched teeth.

"One day perhaps," Garrison agreed. "But I'm taking you with me."

"I will never join your 'cause.'"

"Not yet, maybe, but one day you will realize that I am correct, and then you will join my side." Garrison replied.

"If you're so confident that your side is correct than why would you be going to hell?" I demanded.

"Society's notions of morality and what is right versus what is wrong are very different from my own," He began.

"Well, that's for damn sure." I agreed.

"Nonetheless I am confident that the truth of my beliefs and actions will one day be revealed to the world." Garrison replied. "Have you read Harry Potter?" He asked suddenly.

"Yes. Why?" I asked.

"A wise character in that book says 'there is no good or evil: only power and those too weak to seek it.'"

"You mean a psychotic mass murderer." I reply tersely.

"Lord Voldemort was vastly misunderstood."

"You're insane." I muttered.

"Sanity is vastly overrated." Garrison replied. "Besides I don't buy into society's conceptions of-"

"Sanity?" I guessed.

"Correct."

"Is there anything about society you do believe in?"

He considered this for a few moments. "I'm not sure, but probably not."

"So, basically, you think that the other several billion people in this world are the insane ones while you are the only one who has ever arrived at correct notions of right and wrong?"

"Yes," Garrison replied seemingly not getting how utterly insane he sounded.

But then if he had been aware of how completely insane he was he probably wouldn't be shooting up a high school gym.

"This is going to have to come to an end eventually." I pointed out. "You've made your point; don't you think it's time you let us go?"

"Not nearly, Miss Corinthos, not nearly." He replied with a grin. "We have only just begun."

-End Flashback-

I wondered what he would do if I just sprinted for the gym doors. Would he shoot me? I wished he would. He had refused to so far, so did that mean that I could escape? Did I really want to? In many ways it felt safer to remain in that gym where time seemed to stand still, where I didn't have to deal with the horrors that I had seen. I knew that once the night was over, once Garrison was finally stopped I would be left trapped with these memories forever.

Suspense is often worse than knowing, at least in my opinion. And, I was rather tired of suspense, of waiting for Garrison to make his move, to make his choice. I either wanted to be sparred or killed, I did not want to stand there waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I think Garrison knew that, which is why he left me to endure in my own private hell that was far worse than anything he could inflict.

It's in this wake that I find myself
Losing the will to resume this Hell
When every breath is a dying wish
It's harder to follow the point of this

-Fading Away, Demon Hunter

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