The shout comes from a place Tom didn't even know he had anymore, deep down in the foundations, dark and simple. It was the kind of emotion that made it much more than easy to kill, that sparked that delight, pushed you along the edge between savior and monster. He pushed forward, gritting his teeth, staring blindly into the darkness. Mike was okay, neither of the bullets had ricocheted.
"You're a dead man," he breathed quietly, almost entirely to himself. The shadows were deceptive, he could see movement but little else. "God dammit, Neil, are you okay?"
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The shout comes from a place Tom didn't even know he had anymore, deep down in the foundations, dark and simple. It was the kind of emotion that made it much more than easy to kill, that sparked that delight, pushed you along the edge between savior and monster. He pushed forward, gritting his teeth, staring blindly into the darkness. Mike was okay, neither of the bullets had ricocheted.
"You're a dead man," he breathed quietly, almost entirely to himself. The shadows were deceptive, he could see movement but little else. "God dammit, Neil, are you okay?"