Snippet #2562243

Thomas Currie

A flash of disbelief passed over Thomas' face, then he started to laugh. A genuinely amused laugh that quickly got a malicious tone.

"Oh, Brother. Where do you keep finding such imbeciles?" he said, obviously directed at Rubrec. Then he let his eyes wander over the others.

"Tell me, have you truly not understood yet? How. How can this be? Dogboy, you think a simple threat is going to keep me from ripping your yet-unborn bastards from the womb and paint the door with them? That somehow, because you tell me not to, I'm supposed to not do what I was made to do? And Miss Venom, it really is that simple. I want you and everyone else in the world to die. You are in the way. You are filth mucking the perfect Void. Meat whose only justification is that you will rot in the aftermath of the apocaplypse that my Brother and I are here on this world to precipitate. A.Pok.Alytes. Apocalypse. Get it? We are Apokalytes and we are here to end the world. That is our purpose. That is our destiny. Now, less talking, more ceasing to be," he said and then he pounced at Riley, claws springing from his fingertips and another set shredding the fancy shoes he had worn until now.

As he jumped, it was like a string trailed behind him, linking him to the place where he had been standing. In truth, it was a tail shooting out from the small of his back. And the end of it was a wicked looking barb.