"Under normal circumstances your intense gaze would be construed as infatuation."

Parker instinctively leans forward after hearing Scarlett's voice, allowing himself to get a better view of the one opposite him. The guard had left, it had just being the two of them for a few minutes now and tensions were running high.

"What made you a killer? I guess that's the question on the tip of my tongue."

"Do you know what a show pony is Mr. Cunnings?"

"I do happen to, but I'd like you to further enlighten me."

"The main attraction, the headliner, something that lures people in. It's expected to be precise, perfect in all sense of the word."

"Are you saying you were a show pony?"

"Yes. I had no option but to be my family's saving grace in society. Imagine being surrounded by failures, the amount of pressure they automatically put on you to make up for all their shortcomings in life. Perhaps a part of them does want you to have a better life, but that part gets drowned out by their need to have a trophy. Something shiny they can brag and boast about to those around them. It wasn't pride but rather ego that drove them to reign with a tight grip. I was not to be my mother's mistake in the eyes of those around her but rather the best thing that has ever happened to her, even if she for one doesn't believe it, others must."

"Perfection is a burden, but you still haven't answered my question."

"Resentment, that was my beginning and from there it was just a downward spiral into chaos. I really didn't know who I was as a person, only who I was told to be and well when the time came everything just pointed to psycho killer."

"What do you mean everything by that?"

"Well, I had a massive need for control and I wanted to feel some sort of thrilling sensation. Most killers don't live by rules they just get what they want, but we will get into the nitty gritty details of everything later. Tell me Parker, are you close with your family?"

"Are you profiling me as we speak Ms. Diaz? I presume it falls under your repertoire after all."

"You are partially correct but not for the reasons you presume. Simply you're the person I'm going to spend my last days with. I'd prefer if we weren't complete strangers."

"Must you make things sound so grim? I mean there are plenty of other ways you could have extended the hand of friendship." Parker lets out a low snicker.

"Nobody said anything about us being friends."

Scarlett cocks an eyebrow at him.

"We'll see about that. How about we play a game?"

"What are we, in the fifth grade?"

"I didn't hear a no. For every question of mine you answer truthfully, I'll tell you a piece of information about myself."

"Fine."

"I got married straight out of high school."

"Ohhh, the cautious Parker Cunnings being reckless, go on."

"Nah ah ah, it's my turn now. Why did you do it?"

"I thought we just covered that."

"Why did you turn yourself in, after all this time? A pang in your conscious? Repentance?"

"No. Maybe a part of me wants to repent sure but I had other reasons, dark twisted reasons."

"And what would they be?"

"I wanted the families and basically anyone that knew my victims and survived to know whom it was that lead to their suffering, just as those I eradicated taunted my waking life. It's a vicious cycle of karma if you ask me. Your turn."

"I went off to Yale and she stayed here. We thought love would withstand distance. I'm not married now so you can guess how that turned out."

"Be gentle for every heart..."

"Holds wounds that do not bleed."

"I didn't take you for a poetry lover. What is your stance on love?"

"I grew up in a household where 'love' was a foreign term, it seemed those around me just stuck with each other out of familiarity or some sick version of loyalty. On many occasions I heard that I wasn't loved and that can either lead down two paths, one where you seek it elsewhere or just give up on the notion all together and for some time it was my addiction and I craved it. I didn't quite comprehend the distinction between love and valediction. There came I time when I realised me wanting love and giving it back was the very thing that made me weak. I learned to control my emotions, the tin man doesn't have a heart to break."

"What about Elijah?"

"That's two questions now."

"Humour me, please."

"He's a good guy and I found comfort knowing I could snap that pretty little neck if he ever fucked me over."

"She cheated on me and tried to pass off somebody else's baby as mine. The funny part in all this was that I actually blamed myself for her not being a decent human and tried to convince myself to stay with her just to be the better man since the baby daddy fled. I couldn't bring myself to, so does that make me a bad person?"

"I'm the wrong person to be asking morally questionable things to, but you aren't a bad person. It doesn't take one decision to make somebody bad it's more of a cumulative thing, ask me that I know."

Scarlett jokes and soon Parker joins in on her banter.

"You don't seem phased or have vile feelings towards me even after getting a peak of how malice I am. Why is that?"

"The world should have been kinder to you."

"Save your tears for my execution."