There is a saying that goes, 'Birds of the same feather flock together' or 'Misery loves company'
"....Yet no one wants my company. How odd." Leisurely mused by Dion as he remains comfortably seated on a tree branch to one of the gigantic trees in the forest. The male had decided to explore the forestry areas of D-1 city's outskirts. Most, if not all, of the convicts had opted to head straight for the suburbs or the city itself but Dion was content to do some sight seeing before joining the main area. Well, the poor thing had approached a few fellow convicts to perhaps make a truce to travel together in these unknown lands, but everyone had rejected him 'Especially my fellow convict named Issei Mendoza, he's quite ruthless with his words...'
Dion wondered if it had to do with his notoriety. The grown male only committed one crime technically, it shouldn't hold a candle to theirs, right?
Sure he killed at least about 60 people in one night, but that is baby steps compared to some, no? 'It was also a one and done, that ought to count as a single offence yes?' He mildly thinks, quite confident that many of the convicts had done worse. There wasn't much to his story honestly. Born and raised from a modest middle class family in District 2, Dion Evans grew up normally except for the malicious intrusive thoughts that would pop in now and then. Slightly excelling in academics and sports with a disciplined approach in life, he was set for success. And he was, truly, finishing university and was about to work for a well-known pharmaceutical company.
That all changed however when he attends a cruise party to celebrate and upon returning the entire ship was splattered with blood and littered with cleanly severed body parts from the 40 passengers and 20 staff members. Everyone was dead except for him, and when he was questioned, Dion simply answered a calm.
"I don't remember" All he remembered that night was having too much of a drink and an intrusive thought had won for once. What may be said intrusive thought? That it'd be nice to use his powers against real people for once. He blacked out and wakes up on his room with his pretty date cleanly dismembered. Dion didn't cry or panic, he simply steps outside and sees more of the gruesome carnage. Upon returning to land, he calmly turned himself in, and accepted the death sentence.....Except said sentence wouldn't happen until he was 50.
At first Dion was relatively alright with being in prison for the first year but some of the inmates were too noisy.....So, when Iron Maiden Penitentiary offered him the exclusive deal of exploring District 1, he was more than happy to accept what most would consider a suicide mission. The male had always been curious about D-1 either ways as he always wondered what roams beyond the towering walls that separated D-2 from D-1. And be able to explore and possibly get a lighter sentence on his request? It was too tempting of an offer to pass.
"Sightseeing and extracting specimen samples....how exciting." The male smiles softly. Being able to feel the sunlight and fresh air without the racket of prison life was a refreshing experience for Dion, and he intended to make the most of things.
Not even the screams of one of the convicts rattled him as he looks down with an even gaze. A herd of deer had pounced right away at the unfortunate convict that was hanging, more specifically painfully tied up with thin wires, from another tree. The wildlife in D-1 has proven to be hostile as well, though strangely enough, they don't eat the male they have aggressively attacked. Once the herd of monstrous looking yet fascinating deer left the premises, Dion nimbly lands on the ground, observing the fallen body of his fellow convict. He couldn't recall their name but briefly remembered-
"-Oh, this one actually asked to tag along....Oh dear." The indifferent male didn't even care that he was stepping on a huge puddle of fresh blood, his reflection revealing his figure. Dion's tall and slim figure couldn't be hidden by his zipped up inmate uniform that he wore properly, the sanguine liquid reflected his medium length ash brown hair that was side swept and blank jade green eyes staring back. "Yes....And then I thought how nice it would be to watch the wildlife in action.....and that I could use a fresh bait...." Dion lightly scratches his cheek with a sheepish smile. "Ah but thank you for your help, even though I don't quite remember your name." He touches the wires holding what's left of the fallen convict's limbs and all the wires instantly moved, the blood splattering on the ground before retracting back into Dion's body.
Dion chuckled to himself, walking away from the gory scene with little to no worry. The male's pleased smile never seeming to reach his lifeless jade green eyes.
"What will I see next? I look forward to it...."
Dion Evans truly knew how to please himself even in hell.