GWE week two - Letter and list from Mordebahn

It laid there, next to his keys on the oak hall table, like a vile, threatening thing, preying on every involuntary response in his body. His head hurt, his stomach was rejecting the filet he'd put down less than an hour ago, and he actually knew fear, for the first time in years. Who knew this much about him, and what did he want? The letter came with no real address, other than a PO box number. Obviously, whoever he was, he had been careful. Mordebahn considered whether the town and state were actually where this man existed. He doubted it. There was no way in the world he could live there, and know so much about what Mordebahn had, and was, doing, here.

He decided to answer it, with what the man obviously already knew, there was little Mordebahn could say that would do him any more harm. Perhaps he could hop a plane, and be there for it's delivery. No, it was a drop, it had to be. No one would write a letter, knowing what he obviously did about him, and be stupid enough to pick his mail up at the return address. No, he'd just have to make sure this man knew what he was asking for. Actually, he had asked for nothing, except some inane answers to some stupid list of questions, but Mordebahn knew someone with that much knowledge, that was willing to admit it, with the obvious dangers to himself, would be asking for something, soon. He took his Cartier fountain pen out of his pocket, and began to write.

My Mysterious Mr. W.,

What is your purpose here? Are you planning on exposing me, or what is it you want? I suppose if you planned to, I'd already be in jail. I'm sure I don't have to tell you your letter upset me, and I'm just as sure you know you've written a big X on your forehead, should I ever find out who you are. I have no choice, at this point, than to answer your list of questions, although I can't imagine what you want the answers for. Just be aware, the hunt starts today, and when I find you, you are going to rue the day you were born, along with your stupidity in letting me know what you know, instead of having me prosecuted. I await your further contact with all due anticipation. You will find the answers to your questions, below. I trust this will satisfy you until our next contact. I'm so looking forward to meeting you.

Cordially Yours,

Mordebahn

1. Magnets? I'm hardly going to ruin a perfect kitchen with refrigerator magnets. How middle class.

2. Mesquite chips & charcoal, cocktail onions, Tbones (the thicker the better).

3. Twilight Zone

4. Los Angeles Philharmonic

5. My cat like hunter killer instincts

6. The scar that old bitch put on my cheek. Not because it spoils my good looks, it couldn't. I dislike it as it's a distinguishing feature for any future description. In that regard, it's a liability I don't need.

7. Getting married again.

8. Money, living the good life.

This writing excercise is in reference to this article, and merely character development for my character Mordebahn, the deranged magician.