Snippet #2187138

Lacross wanted to kill, He truly wanted to kill this son of a bitch before anyone else was hurt. Something in him was going to kill him, even looking at him now betrayed his very nature. However, from the upper reaches of the unfinished ward, he could see figures crawling about. Human looking, but unable to really look at due to the darkness. He could surely hear their voices though.

"no"

"Not yet."

"Son of a bitch should die here."

Jesse's tanting of Sadie made him want to snap his neck there, but this caused something in sadie that made him back up in unexpected fear. Sadie's voice was something that it usually wasn't, it should have provoked fear in jesse, but being the idiot he was...got him a bit to the neck.

The was an audible "Ow." that not only came from him, but others that were lurking in the darkness. A vicious neck wound that only an angry animal would make and it made jesse cower. Like the pathetic prick should. He would check up on Sadie in a minute. For him, there were other matters to attend to.

The sauntered up to jesse and clawed him across the face, marking him for a reason that only understood. He knew very well that the clawing would possibly need stitches for how deep it was. The beastial male forced him to his feet and forced him against the wall, to look him in the eye.

"You listen to me, whelp. As long as I am alive in this place and the scent of your blood is the air, I can find you. You lack the understanding of the word no, so let me help you a bit." A swift punch to the jaw, the same spot that he had just clawed. "I have heard of your reputation around the asylum and almost everyone seems to agree with me that you should be in solitary just as much as me. But that's too sweet a punishment for you."

Another swift punch to the jaw again, serving only to fuel the fire in his veins. "I have ways of keeping your kind in line, and by the looks of it, you might not even survive that. Now run. I'd rather not waste mind and death's time with you any longer." he said dropping him, letting him nurse his own wounds.

He dropped to all fours again, crawling quickly over to sadie. His hands were shaking from the urge to kill, but that would be later. No matter the circumstance, death would be too sweet for him. He didn't have permission to die just yet. "Are you alright little one?" he said as the voices around them seemed to direct their scorn and discontent toward jesse.

"He should have killed you here..."

"you should know no mercy whelp..."

"Torture would be a nice compared to what he can do to you..."

He took an ice pack he had stolen from the med room from inside his sleeve and offered it to Sadie, seeing the swelling of her jaw. He had his back to jesse, but was still tense, one leg and one arm were out to the side in case he made a move on them. Any move would mean trouble to him.