Truman was still trembling, Christopher could feel the continuous small spasms in his body as he pushed him along with the bladeless part of his tail. The nurse's fear made him smile. He knew Truman would have wanted to bolt to safety, but a single sudden move and Christopher would have a heart impaled on his stingers.

"H-here's the room where we keep the clothes...."

"Where we keep the clothes, WHAT?" Christopher demanded.

"Where we keep the clothes... Master."

"There we go Truman. I own you... for now. If you're a good boy, you'll get to get out soon."

Christopher laughed as he mimiced the nurse's words to him several times in previous check ups. It was obvious he was enjoying keeping the nurse in a constant state of fear.

"Now, do me a favor and bring my clothes to me!"

He used his tail to shove Truman into the room, and immediately the nurse went to Christopher's assigned locker, punched in a code, and brought out the articles of clothing. Christopher was already behind him when he turned around, and snatched the clothing from his hands. 

"Let's see.... jeans, my favorite black t-shirt, socks, tennis shoes... everything's here."

Christopher then proceeded to tear two slits in the shirt to allow for his new wings freedom. 

"Turn around Truman, and walk into that corner for a time out!"

The nurse did as he was told, allowing Christopher some privacy. The teenager changed, feeling refreshed. He stretched his muscles and wings.

"Ah.... much better."

Christopher walked up behind Truman and grabbed his neck, digging his black claws into his skin. He tossed him behind himself, causing the nurse to slam into the lockers. Christopher dashed on top of Truman, digging his claws deeper inside.

"Why?! I thought you said I could go after this!"

"Hmm... yes... but I hate you Truman..."

Truman was lifed up from the ground.

"You've been one hell of a bad nurse Truman... I don't think you deserve to live..."

"No, Christopher, wai-"

The large tail pierced through Truman's body, leaving one large, bloody hole. Truman gurgled out blood, writhing until he died.