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     Covered eyes darted hungry and feral between the sanguineous puddle and the fear on their captiveâs face. It was almost too good to be true, something that had him smiling again. Though, this was only to be a minor victory, a little pleasure. Nothing would compare to having his true enemies under his boots just like this. Squirming, begging silently for reprieve⌠but first, he had to deal with the business of it all. Eugh. Something inside of him despised the logistics, the organization. He blamed the Allen genetics on his suppressed downfall. âNo one has to do anything. Iâm not the one at fault here. Iâm only causing the chaos the world needs right now. If anything⌠You might as well call me one of the heroes~â
     Getting down onto one knee, one hand shoots out to grab Rodgerâs chin and force it to look in his golden eyes, the other hand wrenching the goggles off of them. âDonât I look like a hero, little rat? Like the savior of all mankind?? Bringing these poor metas to salvation, to their true state?? They will be ruthless in my honor, and weâll take out tÍĄÍhĚśeĚľÍ Ě§spÍeĚĚĄeÍÍd̨stÍeÍr̸͢ ĚˇÍ scĚˇÍ Í˘uÍ̧m Ěśo̸ĚfĚľĚĄÍ ÍthĚĄĚśeĚ´Ě Ěˇea̧rĚĄÍtĚľhÍ͢ ̢oĚ̡ĚnÍcĚe ÍąÍĚņ̡dÍĄ fÍoĚľÍrÍ ą̴Íą̥ÍaÍĚśĚ´Í ÍaĚ¨Í Í˘aÍa̸̸̡ͥÍaĚ̾͢aÍĚ´ÍaĚ§Í ĚśĚ§aÍ ÍĚśÍÍaÍÍÍ͢lÍļ̧!ĚĄÍĚśÍÍĄ!̾͢ â Inches away now, Thad caught himself post-monologue and felt⌠very drained. The fun was somehow lost the minute heâd caught himself drowning in the fear-filled eyes of a man who refused to fight back. Where was the chase? With a lengthy grumble, he slammed the manâs head onto the ground, getting back up onhis feet without much of a second thought. âRavager,â he called to the blank wall in front of him, addressing the man under his employ behind. âIf youâd please enlighten our friend further on the policies of snitching.â
Grant continues to dig the heel of his boot into the stab wound on their captiveâs hand. He twists his foot a bit, getting some enjoyment out of how the man shouts out in pain â feeling the bones crushing as he applies some more pressure. This was like a punishment for thinking that it would be acceptable to speak such a thing. âYouâre not a hero.â The stranger under their feet dares to respond with just before Thad got down on one knee. Grant has pulled his foot back at this point, admiring the damage and then allowing a scowl to form on his face. It isnât seen really with the mask covering his expression, but oh if Rodger could see it, might be even more terrified.
His body doesnât flinch while their captive is slammed into the ground, knowing for sure that his nose was broken by the blood dripping out of the nostrils and the way it had been bent. Â Grant steps forward when Thad calls for him while gesturing to the blank wall before them. âIt would be my pleasure.â He begins bending with his knees to pull their snitch up by the hair. âPlease you donât have to do this.â Â
Grant throws him roughly into the wall, on him in less than a second as he puts pressure on Rodgerâs head with one hand, and his other reaching for an even larger knife. âThere are so many ways to make sure you stay silent, and I canât figure out which is my favorite.â His voice says while the blade is pressed to the poor manâs cheek. Blood dripping down the skin. He roughly shoves it into his shoulder blade in an instant, pulling out the weapon slowly to make sure it hurts. âI could break every bone in your body.â His other hand like a vice grip around the manâs arm now, breaking his Humerus. Â














