02-04-2015, 10:13 AM
The punk looked unconcerned as he moved. Another layer. Invited Ayden over like it was no big deal. Another. Joked with the waitress. Still another. Took a spoon of soup. Another.
If Connor was cold before, he was hot now. This little prick was going to be casual and flippant with the death and suffering he caused? Connor's eyes flashed fire and he pressed the gun into his side. A harsh whisper. "You think this is funny? You think you Atharim can just go around killing innocent people and there not be consequences!? Do you!!??"
He leaned in. "We are not your prey."
His smile was nasty and he glared. "The last one of you to come after us died pretty painfully. You tempting fate? Bullet to gut seems like a pretty bad way to go, don't you think?"
This was it. Connor was done. His finger itched to pull the trigger. The smirk on the guy's face begged to become shocked and terrified. He hungered to beat that face in. All the pain of the last year- the cries of his son, the lifeless hands, the fear of losing Ayden, all of it- he laid at this man's feet, on his head.
And he hungered for revenge. It was cloud that fogged his mind. And.He.Did.Not.Care.
If Connor was cold before, he was hot now. This little prick was going to be casual and flippant with the death and suffering he caused? Connor's eyes flashed fire and he pressed the gun into his side. A harsh whisper. "You think this is funny? You think you Atharim can just go around killing innocent people and there not be consequences!? Do you!!??"
He leaned in. "We are not your prey."
His smile was nasty and he glared. "The last one of you to come after us died pretty painfully. You tempting fate? Bullet to gut seems like a pretty bad way to go, don't you think?"
This was it. Connor was done. His finger itched to pull the trigger. The smirk on the guy's face begged to become shocked and terrified. He hungered to beat that face in. All the pain of the last year- the cries of his son, the lifeless hands, the fear of losing Ayden, all of it- he laid at this man's feet, on his head.
And he hungered for revenge. It was cloud that fogged his mind. And.He.Did.Not.Care.