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Lion couldn’t believe it, “Report them to the police, please tell me your joking.” Stated Lion looking seriously at Doctor Gordon, “part of them is already in the police, they’ve taken over the police or most police squads.” Sighed Lion, wiping at his forehead, his tone of voice serious, aggressive and if not a little bit blood thirsty as his eyes darted around the room.

“Look you were Jigsaw’s first but that doesn’t mean Jigsaw was the first ever murder to put people into traps.” Whispered Lion much more softly, calmer with a lighter yet even more serious tone in his voice as he smiled, a strained smile almost as if it hurt to smile, “Doctor Gordon don’t let this visit be in vain, please.” mumbled Lion in a begging almost pleading tone it was obvious to anyone that Lion hated things, dreams or anything die out in vain and somehow his eyes sparkled more rapidly than normally his soft gaze, glazing into Doctor Gordon’s own eyes.

Lion looking up at Doctor Gordon grinned hugely his shark like teeth showing, they weren’t normal and was if not the most horrid and most frightening part about Lion’s overall features, people would simple back away in fear but did Lion care, no. So as Doctor Gordon handed Lion the cup of tea he couldn’t help but grin at the generosity, “It was,” laughed Lion half-heartedly, his laugh light and soft like the breeze now, “we grew up together,” stated Lion looking at the cup going cock eyed at it, “we were very close until things fell apart,” whispered Lion bringing the drink to his lips as he took a small sip, “we were 14, things changed, people changed and not in a good way.” Sighed Lion putting down his cup of tea.

Lion couldn’t help but grin once again, “Really?” asked Lion in a joking manner his grin full, “You know, you’re pretty good but I am related to Kerry, after all she is my cousin.” smirked Lion with a shake of his head, this was obvious. To him it was obvious all you needed were connection’s and he had connection’s, he also knew….he also knew…..what did he knew? Lion cringed slightly holding his head, it seemed he suffered more than just some altered teeth, some scaring and a stupid eye. It seemed something was missing, a memory, a part of his life he would never get back.

“Sorry.” Mumbled Lion rubbing the back of his neck, “Bad memory, bad at remembering things.” Mumbled Lion again and again, twice in a row rubbing the back of his head and neck, “Why, well that’s up to you but tell or even ask yourself this, if you were accused by a crime you didn’t commit, what would happen? Actually no better yet tell me, what do you know about them, these bombers as such?” asked Lion smirking, “And for a start they aren’t bomber’s.” whispered Lion almost with a wounded look.

“That wasn’t a run in with death, I’ve been running from it since I was fourteen.” Whispered Lion, carefully looking at Doctor Gordon unsure as what to do at this moment in time.