12; :|

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Well then, Mr. Hunt. I do believe last night's events proved me right. Don't bother disputing them - you know as well as I who came out the victorious one.

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[didorothy]

[knocks his hand away] It doesn't matter. He'll come back. I've made sure of that.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

And if I kill someone else, hmmm?

[didorothy]

Then I'll pay to bring them back. [draws his gun and points it at the Master] I won't become a killer for you. I will, however, cause incapacitating injuries to preserve public safety. If you're feeling particularly suicidal, you can opt to bleed to death from the wounds.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and here his expression goes grim]

I can make you kill me, Mr. Tyler. I almost did it before, except that idiot in red interfered.

[he crosses his arms]

As I said last time - don't point a gun at me unless you are shooting to kill.

[didorothy]

[and there's something of fear and recognition in his words] ...how could you make me kill you?

[demnify.livejournal.com]

The right tone of voice. The right words. I can get inside your head - so to speak - and make everything seem perfectly reasonable. You'd go along with whatever I told you to do.

[his expression doesn't change, nor does he budge at all]

I could do it to you right now, Mr. Tyler. ...Instead, I am giving you a choice.

[didorothy]

[after a moment, puts the gun away]

You can...

[the facts begin to click together]

Gene Hunt isn't a killer. But you were with him when he dropped Agito from the roof.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Yes, I was.

[he sighs a bit, and drops his arms]

Indeed, I was the cause of it. I made him drop Agito with a few words. I figured he wouldn't tell a soul; the man has too much pride.

[didorothy]

Shit. [puts a hand over his mouth, cursing the stupid, prideful bastard that is Gene Hunt]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

Mmm, I should have made him forget before I let him drive off. While watching the two of you unravel has been amusing, it has been quite counterintuitive to my goals.

[didorothy]

[draws his gun again, shooting the Master in the leg]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he yowls like an animal; and in that instant he's gone from rational thinking individual to animalistic mentality; and he's on the ground as well, hissing at Sam- shot in the bloody leg again, though unlike before with Gene, he doesn't immediately lash out. he remains still wary, fangs bared and otherwise prepared to defend himself if attacked again]

[didorothy]

Tch. [puts his gun away, sending a scathing look to the Master before leaving the Astral Plane]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[and likewise, he drops out of the Astral Plane as well]