An eerie sense of evil lived in the air as flashes of green lightning tore across the night sky. Violent winds ripped through the trees and howled like tortured souls pleading for mercy, to the heavens that rumbled above. While the clouds began to take on an otherworldly viridescent shade of their own. A glaucous tint filtered through the visible masses of condensed water vapor floating in the atmosphere as hues of jade and streaks of chartreuse slowly started to accent their fluffy shapes. The transformation was gradual but eventually, it spread and consumed almost every corner of the sky. Until it resembled an ethereal alien dimension or some stoner's desktop computer's wallpaper. Yet, through it all, rainfall didn't occur. Yes, the looming clouds of green appeared to be heavy and ready to spill at any second, but not even the slightest hint of a drizzle began to sprout forth. It was strange; however, at the same time, onlookers gazed up with a sigh of relief as they prayed for the impending storm to pass. Surely, nothing holy could come from these clouds. No, something dark and sinister definitely dwelled inside those vivid emerald sky puffs, patiently biding its time as it waited for a release.

Meanwhile, Dillinger ripped down the road in his black 1972 Dodge Charger, while sounds of The Misfits, echoed from within. Good Misfits. Glenn Danzig era, Misfits. He'd been lost in thought the entire time he was driving and had no idea what sort of oddity loomed above. With eyes trained to the street and a mind plagued by images of what happened earlier that night, he mentally wrestled the reasons behind it all and fought to keep his thoughts straight on the subject. His butler couldn't have been really standing there, alive and well... could he? He certainly seemed corporeal enough to be real and that was a trait most hallucinations didn't seem to have for Dillinger. Unless madness was taking hold of him, even more thoroughly than its previous attempts ever managed to accomplish before. In which case, he probably would witness things as realistically as it would take, in order for him to believe whatever scenario his mind conjured up for him. Funny business, the mind and its tricks. One needed to tread carefully when dealing in matters like this. Lest risk falling into a bottomless pit of insanity and that's a mind prison, one can never truly escape. Mostly because one never realizes they're trapped in an endless free fall. Due to being insane. And the farther they drop, the worse off they are but they'll never know this cause they're lost in the descent. Quite the neverending cycle, huh? There was also the possibility, that he was seeing a ghost with the power to solidify. Though, even considering that option added proof to the argument that he had indeed lost every, single one of his marbles and was now standing there, with a metaphorical broken jar that once contained them. Tragic. But he could deal with this. He simply needed to gather his bearings and regroup his thoughts. Then he most assuredly would be able to rationalize everything and come to terms with the reality of the situation. Whatever that might be. He could handle it. Eventually. He just had to clear his head of all the clutter first.

Dillinger fired up a cigarette as he pressed harder on the gas, the speedometer sliding past that 100 MPH mark, without a single indication of stopping. He lost himself in the acceleration. It was moments like this, when it was just him and the road and the world around him ceased to exist, that he felt totally... free. For a brief second, it was like nothing could touch him. Nothing mattered anymore. Only this instant counted for something and it only lasted till the next one began. Unfortunately, a life lived like that usually had a very short expiration date and then, reality would come crashing in to destroy it. This time, it came in the form of a deer, running across the road. Ironically, the man who relished murder, swerved to save a life and smashed right into a tree. Nearly the entire front of the car wrapped around its trunk as the hood crunched up like an accordion and Dillinger collided face first with the steering wheel. Knocked out clean, with one swift blow, smoke slowly started to rise from the engine and the deer merrily hopped away from the scene.

TBC

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"In keeping with my word, I'd like to focus on Peter Gilmour's good qualities. That's right, I'm going to mention some positive attributes about Petey. Shine a light on some things folks wouldn't think of bringing up because poking the bear is usually way more fun and definitely far more satisfying, especially if you're looking to get Petes riled up but I assure you, in the long run, this is better. Why? Well, because it's the decent thing to do. Of course, I would know this because I'm obviously a respectable man with a strong moral code and life standards that are unfaltering in the face of debauchery and sin."

A devilish grin.

"Lets begin shall we."

"Peter Gilmour, is a man who will never give up. No matter what, Peter will push forward and keep going. Through cringe worthy battles, rape, castration and.... honestly, do I need to give more examples after that last one? The man won't quit! You knock him the fuck down and strip away everything he's got and he gets back up. He's like the T-1000. Something terrible happens to him and he just reforms and continues onward as he screams for someone to suck his dick. It's inspiring in a way and brings me to the next topic."

"Peter is a lover of... well, all and he needs to share his love with anyone or anything that's willing to receive it. Be it man, woman or beast. Peter will invite them all to suck his dick. He's not shy or encumbered by modesty. Just look at the revolving door of partners he's had. Sure, most of them have been women who resemble men, actual men or men on their way to becoming women; however, that's clearly proof that Peter simply wants to give the gift of love to anyone who desires it. He's a free spirit who can't be contained by the shackles of gender oppression. Not to mention, Peter respectfully understands his partner's wishes. If the man Peter's involved with at the time, wants to be recognized as a woman; despite the reality of his gender, Peter will honor that request and defend it to the bitter end. Nothing will compromise this unwavering dedication to his lover. That's how loyal Peter is, his lover's engorged penis could be flapping in the wind, right next to him and he'll swear it doesn't exist. He'll wear blinders during their most intimate moments in order to keep that integrity intact before he breaks down and admits the truth. If Peter's lover wants to be a woman, than that's what he'll be, in Peter's eyes anyway. In fact, I'm certain that if he became involved with a horse or any other large, four legged animal and that beast somehow relayed to him that it wanted to be acknowledged as a human being, there isn't a soul alive who could convince Peter otherwise. Now that's dedication."

"On top of that, Peter Gilmour is also the most reliable person, you'll ever meet. If you can count on anything in life, it's Peter Gilmour. He won't ever let you down. You could practically set a watch to his behavior and never be late again. That's how dependable he is, he's the one constant in a sea of changes. Plus, he always keeps it simple. You could jump right into a conversation with him, after not sleeping for a week and still be on point. A lack of sobriety, will never stand in your way either. Peter does an excellent job of always making you feel like the smartest person in the room and that's despite your actual ability of composing coherent thought. He makes it that easy for you."

"Although, that doesn't mean he won't try to keep you on your toes. He'll contradict the shit out of himself and mention things that in no way relate to one another but rest assured, that's merely his way of keeping you sharp. If you fail his test, you shouldn't operate heavy machinery, commit to walking anywhere or continue standing upright. That's how dedicated the man is to servicing his community. And if you didn't quite catch something he said, don't worry because he'll make sure you get a chance to hear it. Yep, he'll repeat those insults until he's certain you've caught them all and then, he'll say them again, just for good measure. You never have to hit the rewind button when you're watching footage of Gilmour. He's that considerate."

"Finally, Peter Gilmour is fearless. He laughs in the face of danger and then tells it to suck his dick. Most of the time he has no idea who he's dealing with. Yet that doesn't stop him. Peter isn't afraid of the unknown. Think about it, if he was, he'd live in a continuous loop of constant fear but that's not Peter. No, he doesn't even give it a second thought or any thought. He avoids all thought and just acts cause you can't be frightened or intimidated if you don't think. It takes courage to vacate your mind like that. Bravery that most wouldn't have. Peter Gilmour has the power to do what others wouldn't dream of though. He's that audacious. He doesn't even fear me and his silence proves that."