#sunshadowed

Harker's attack ending just as quickly as it had begun. A single hand grasping onto the fabric of his shirt the sole saving grace of the individual staring up at him. Face paper white as they stared up at bared teeth , and seemingly feral crimson colored eyes. Panicked yelling dying down into a hush when everything seemed to stop on a dime. Only a few whispers joining the heavy breathing and borderline snarl that otherwise filled the air.

No one was sure what had set the young man off. Yet this outburst was absolutely none his usual playful shenanigans. That much was clear immediately. Most who came to the Hellsing headquarters on the regular having been subject to his games at some point or another. Familiar with his wicked brand of humor , and positive in instant that this was none of that.

Quincey was out for blood.

The first blow a punch to another young man's jaw. Harker holding nothing back , and sending the other toppling to the ground. Both of their hands immediately moving to cradle their jaw. Pained shout getting the attention of the rest of the room. Panicked shouts beginning , no one sure what to do. Too afraid to snatch Harker off of the other boy. Frozen in place as Quincey tackled him , gripping his shirt collar in pale hands , and jerked them heads together. His forehead colliding with the other's face , and sending a sickening crack through the room. As well as a shriek loud enough to draw attention from elsewhere in the house.

Before the grasp on his shirt the headbutting action was repeated a few more times. Each punctuated with that same crack , and followed up with a cry of pain. Quincey unaware when the door flew open. Unaware of the people around him screaming. His mind almost entirely blanked out. Only a hoarse voice screaming somewhere in the blood red rage.

" Who is he to speak to you like that!?

Mutt?

Mutt!?

Does he KNOW WHO YOU ARE!?

DOES HE KNOW WHO YOU ARE!? "

Once again Quincey threw his head back. Though this time not to headbutt the other. Instead doing somethings that made the blood of those around run cold.

This time he opened his mouth as widely as possible. Mouth full of pointed teeth putting themselves on display.

He was going to bite the thrashing young man underneath of him.

Head thrown forward again , but never making contact. Instead leaving him looming over the other. Teeth bared and a slow snarl rumbling from him. Blind rage finally pierced. Hoarse voice screaming in his head spoken over by a much softer voice. One that sounded concerned.

He knew that voice. . .

That was - oh God.

Slowly his mouth closed once again , and Quincey moved to sit up. Feral rage in his face slowly disappearing , and tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. Small frame then falling somewhat backwards , knocking into the other behind him. The world once again going silent to him. Though it wasn't in rage. It was in fear. Shame.

Though Lucia didn't seem to be afraid of him. No. He felt her arms wrap tightly around his shoulders. A hand resting on the side of his head , and bringing the entirely still young man's head to her own shoulder. Voice still soft and full of concern. Only sharpening when he was shoved by someone else present to get the boy out from under him.