[i]”What will you do?[/i]

 The words resonated as though the room was a cave. Chris’ stare stuck on Carver with narrow eyes as a sequence of struggles pulsed through his mind. There was no doubt that whatever had done this was something wicked, vile. Something that needed to be purged from this world. It also needed to be stated, however, that the last time that Chris encountered something of this likelihood, his fists were little use against it.

 But his [i]rage[/i].

 Like most of his life, his anger and aggression was always something that snuck its way into the woodworks of his mental palace. His world was one of sharp, firm edges, with little give, and the only solution on occasion was driving his fists through it. It took years of practice to place any sort of self-control over himself, knowing just the pleasure that waited on the other side, and while his job was still pressing, still very important… whatever did this needed to be brought to justice. Everything had a weakness, and while weapons were not necessarily his preference, perhaps it was time to seek the next level against unknowable evils. That was just how it was going to be, in the end.  So he stepped away from the pictures, firmed up his shoulders and fixed his shirt, re-adjusting the tie around his neck and double-checking his glasses just to make sure that everything was in order, and that he was of solid mind, and body.

 [i]Solid mind[/i], he smirked. There was something funny about the statement.

 “If… and only if what I’ve said holds some merit, then I suppose… that I would have to assure that the task was completed.” He said firmly, “So I would expect to stay until I knew that the job was done. Now, when you mention putting our ‘frustrations to use’, what exactly were you expecting?”

[@Kidd][@The Harbinger of Ferocity]