“So be it. I don’t care about making ‘enemies’. Whatever needs to be done [i]needs to be done[/i].” Chris snapped. 

 His glasses were placed on the table, leaving his flat eyes to stare at the two people in the room with him. Whatever the plan was decided would have to be the one the approached because he was fed up with all the time they were wasting. Many people lived with enemies that they had every other day. Doesn’t make either side right. Regardless of whatever did this to people, it was clearly evil that needed to be snuffed out. He cracked his knuckles under his own grip, and if you watched very closely, potentially you could see the flame of bloodlust flicker in his pupils for a brief moment.  

 He could deal with being seen as crazy. This world had taught him that you could get away with most things if your intentions were good enough. He’d heard enough of his co-workers label him as “crazy” or “neurotic” in his workplace. He still remembered one woman who referred to him as having an “animal-like” presence. All of these were just labels from the masses. Everything weas stained with darkness and insecurity.

 Chris had no time for insecurity.

 He glanced over at Piper for a brief moment. The table still standing between them as the pictures remained face-up on the table. Blood and flesh on grand display without precaution.  He stepped towards Carver with his stiff, stone-like presence and locked eyes with the ambiguous man for one moment.

 “Where is Cutter, then?” he asked, “Once we get that information we can try and handle the threat, correct?”

[@Kidd] [@The Harbinger of Ferocity]