“They want their ninth member,” I said.
“Right.”
“They want to hurt, scare and kill people,” Tattletale put in her two cents.
Ah, yes, that too.
“Why?”
“Reputation, entertainment,” Tattletale said, “These guys are monsters, and pretty much anyone who watches T.V., surfs the web, or reads the papers knows it.”
Yeah, they haven’t exactly made a secret out of what they are.
I saw it out of the corner of my eye. Noelle’s expression shifted all at once from being animated and engaged to the same look she’d worn when the webcam feed first went live.
…uh oh. Bad word to use around someone who is a) a Slaughterhouse nominee in presumably a less ironic sense than Alec, and b) kinda turning into a monster in the more primal sense.
Disinterested, hurt, hopeless.
She’d been scouted. Unlike Regent, it hadn’t been to mess with her. It had been because a freak like Crawler legitimately thought she was one of them.
Yep. As far as we know, anyway – it’s not like Crawler got a chance to talk about it.