theodore walder & sterling matthews
#D85656 & #7B988B
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However, like most times the men began to catch on to his devious ways and purposefully waited for him to strike instead of aiming blindly. This caused Sterling to get knocked up side the head with the front end of an assault rifle - which isn't fun. He flew backwards with a sickening crunch, grasping his forehead as blood started to pour out of a cut where the gun had split his skin. Thank god his reaction time was still efficient as he would've been riddled with bullets. The man immediately sprayed a round of ammunition at him, in which Sterling slowed down the time tremendously, rolling out of the way. It was as if everyone around him was moving through thick jello as he got to his feet and whipped out his knife stabbing the man directly into the sternum. As everything fell back into place and sped up, the man gasped for a breath, dropping the gun and stumbled back over his own to feet. Sterling quickly ripped the knife back out wiping the blood on his pant leg before he went to work, his head still bleeding, as he helped Skye promptly take out the rest of the men. Regardless of injury this was no time to be distracted.
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Theo was relieved the moment he saw Ollie quietly bolt out the open door to the basement. He couldn't stand the thought of him getting hurt, Theodore never wanted to underestimate Ollie's ability to hold his own, it just wasn't right. But at the same time, the boy wasn't gifted with an offensive power like the others which made him much more vulnerable. And as Theo's mentality always went, better him than anyone else. He shook the thought out of his head quickly and clenched his fists, preparing himself for the man's next attack his eyes darting back and forth from the knife to the man's face. The man took a menacing step towards Theo before he whipped his head to the side, Theodore following his gaze - his face promptly falling. Ollie. Why had he come back? He was going to get himself killed. "You brought your friend? This one's a weakling." Theodore instantly lunged at the man but he was faster and went straight for Ollie. His eyes widened as he watched the man bring the knife across Ollie's arm and shoulder, and not seconds later deep red began to bloom from the cut.
That was all it simply took. Theo simply took a mental step back as sheer instinct and rage took over. His pupil's dilated turning his eyes almost entirely black and the veins along his arms and neck popped becoming more prominent - to anyone who knew him he look almost feral, wild. Before the man even touched Ollie again Theo had grabbed the back of his shirt and flung him against the wall as if he were a pillow. The man yelped in surprise as he wasn't expecting the force, looking at Theodore in a completely different light. He scrambled up quickly, obviously not taking any chances with Theodore's newly acquired strength and lunged at him with the knife. Theo didn't even flinch as he grabbed the man's forearm, the knife practically poking into his bullet proof vest, hovering there. The man hesitated, a glimmer of fear in his face, "what the fuck are you-" he couldn't even finish his sentence before Theo twisted his arm back in one clean motion snapping his forearm in two. He screamed in pain dropping the knife instantly and stumbled back to cradle his arm this time his eyes searching for an exit. The man darted for the door that Ollie and Theodore had come in but Theo was quicker and had him on the ground in a matter of seconds. "Please- I-" He struggled to spurt out before Theodore began punching the man repeatedly in the face his own contorted in rage. It was a gruesome sight, and the beating didn't stop until the man was long dead.
Theo hovered over the body for a moment his breathing labored, his hands covered in blood. After a small pause he whipped his head in the direction of Oliver, his gaze sharpening quickly. He had Ollie up against the wall in a matter of seconds, his hand wrapped around his throat. Theodore scanned him up and down - almost as if to analyze the potential threat like a predator. But the longer his stared Ollie down, his pupils began to dilate oddly, rapidly increasing and decreasing size almost as if he were fighting himself. He suddenly thrust himself away from Ollie, with a large inhale and found the first thing he could - a chair - to stabilize himself as he practically dry heaved for a few moments feeling more nauseous than ever. He glanced up at Ollie immediately, his eyes still a little wild, noticing the slash along his shoulders and then the blood on his hands. Had I- Had I done that? Oh god, did I hurt him? His stomach dropped and then that's when he saw the body on the floor. And the memories a moment before he flipped the switch flooded his mind all in an instant.