Nicholas cried out in pain, but he had the advantage. The pain of Darrin pulling his hair had nothing on the pain of losing his arm. Nothing on the pain of the damn virus. Trying to use both arms and, of course, only successfully using one, Nicholas put his hand around Darrin's throat and squeezed. Within the next second, he'd lunged forward and bit down on Darrin's shoulder.

Hard enough to draw blood.

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The second that Darrin had grabbed Nicholas' hair, Jacob was on his feet. This time, he didn't bother pulling out his gun because he knew he wasn't about to shoot either one of them. By the time Jacob had shoved the boy off of Nicholas and onto the floor, straddling him, it had been too late. Nicholas had already bit him. Except Nicholas had done it out of collected rage, not because of the infection. Jacob knew that. At least, he [i]hoped that.[/i]

"Shitting little mother piece of shit," Nicholas babbled. "You got [b]DAMN NONE[/b] idea about what I've been through in the past twenty four hours, so go 'head and crawl away to find your pathetic drug addict friends, prick."