Nathanial

Character Background

  Nathanial liked killing things.   Not people. Never people. Little critters and animals, those he could kill. He couldn't explain it, but it always put him at ease. His appearance was immaculate: his shirt, recently pressed; his tie, newly purchased from a fine retailer; his oxford shoes gleamed in the light; and his car, washed and detailed. Pristine. He sat on the hood of his car, relishing the memory of the small bird that had collided with his patio window. Poor creature. He did put it out of its misery. Eventually.   God, this is taking forever. Where in the world are these guys? he thought, impatiently. And what in the fuck is that sound?   He stood up and looked in the direction of the noise. Lights moving through the trees. A sound that followed a low and steady pulse. Was that... Bob Marley's "Three Little Birds" playing? A white van sped past him in a blur, leaving behind a trail of pebbles and dust in its wake. That, and the distinct smell of marijuana.   Please, don't tell me those are the Contingency's investigators, he thought, moving to the other side of his - now a little less pristine - car. He saw four people get out of the van: Two older gentlemen, a young male, and a young woman. Oh god, it is them, his shoulders dropped in disbelief. Nathanial was paid to observe and steal the kill, not to judge the Contingency's methods. He couldn't wait for the killing part.   Nathanial paused for a moment before walking closer to the confusion taking place in front of the Visitor Center. He considered for a moment what role he would choose to play this time. The Fed? The Lost Businessman? The Insurance Salesman?   He snapped out of his thoughts to the sound of raised voices coming from the Visitor Center. He walked a bit closer to try to catch what was being said, but the four investigators had stumbled out of the doors before he could hear anything. At a closer look, they all looked high as a kite. Upon seeing this, he had come to his conclusion; The Heckler. That'll do. Haven't done that one in a while. Annoying them should make them leave me alone until they find the abomination. Then... A slight smile came across his face.   He composed himself as one of the investigators began to walk up to him.   Showtime.