Book Five, Chapter 123: A Mid-Torture Lesson
"I'm going to explain this one more time," Camden said to the room full of Generation Killers.
They were all paying attention—at least that could be said of them. But unfortunately, the bottom forty percent of Generation Killers were just not getting it.
The only thing these guys had in common with each other was DNA and psychopathy.
The smart ones figured it out as soon as Camden enlightened them. The dumb ones didn’t figure it out, but they were too proud and egotistical to ever admit it. They just stared at you with those blank eyes.
We had been Off-Screen for at least an hour, and I was still nailed to the chair while Camden tried to explain things.
In horror movies, the less you see of the bad guys, the scarier they are. And in this horror movie, that went double—because while these men were individually terrifying due to lacking a sense of right and wrong, listening to the dumb ones trip over basic logic for hours ruined the mystique they’d had at the beginning of the movie.
Carousel wasn’t going to use footage that showed that part of them.
"All right," Camden said. "In order to travel in time, you need what? Anybody? Does anybody know the two things you need to time travel?"
Some of the smart ones were in the back of the room, smirking as Camden struggled to get the big, beefier ones to understand.