mun got bored
[spying for victims] Nah, too skinny.
Father Robertson stood secretly impotent at the smirking vampire chained in front of him as he recited, "Gregory House, you stand before God for the sins of murder, sodomy, and the corruption of a man of the Cloth, one Father James Novak...how do you plead?" "I plead Guilty on all accounts, you disgusting bastard," House spat back and hocked into the man's face a wad of saliva and blood. He could sense his fledglings were present in the chaos that was the outdoors trial, watching their other father. Jimmy was anxious and worried while Patrick simply observed, only slight worry in his expression. "I stand in front of no god, just an undersexed pedophile," he added.
The crowd gasped in shock and murmured amongst themselves. "Heathen! How dare you disrespect the Lord!" "I will give the Lord His proper respects when I see Him myself; I won't take you in His place," House was ever defiant; surviving 20 years of daily torture by his own Maker instilled a great sense of rebellion that allowed him to live as long as he did. "Then meet Him you shall! I hereby sentence you to Death by exposure to the Sun!"
Of course he'd pick that; some poetic license was needed to be in Fr. Robertson's position. And yet House wasn't worried, he'd break out in the early hours of the morning and he'd be reunited with his companions to resume their travels. But the pompous clergyman was wrong: he didn't murder or corrupt Jimmy...he had liberated him from his carnal sin, his corruption, the moment he drew his last breath and began feasting on the blood of the damned.
Father Robertson stood secretly impotent at the smirking vampire chained in front of him as he recited, "Gregory House, you stand before God for the sins of murder, sodomy, and the corruption of a man of the Cloth, one Father James Novak...how do you plead?" "I plead Guilty on all accounts, you disgusting bastard," House spat back and hocked into the man's face a wad of saliva and blood. He could sense his fledglings were present in the chaos that was the outdoors trial, watching their other father. Jimmy was anxious and worried while Patrick simply observed, only slight worry in his expression. "I stand in front of no god, just an undersexed pedophile," he added.
The crowd gasped in shock and murmured amongst themselves. "Heathen! How dare you disrespect the Lord!" "I will give the Lord His proper respects when I see Him myself; I won't take you in His place," House was ever defiant; surviving 20 years of daily torture by his own Maker instilled a great sense of rebellion that allowed him to live as long as he did. "Then meet Him you shall! I hereby sentence you to Death by exposure to the Sun!"
Of course he'd pick that; some poetic license was needed to be in Fr. Robertson's position. And yet House wasn't worried, he'd break out in the early hours of the morning and he'd be reunited with his companions to resume their travels. But the pompous clergyman was wrong: he didn't murder or corrupt Jimmy...he had liberated him from his carnal sin, his corruption, the moment he drew his last breath and began feasting on the blood of the damned.