𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ↦ 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

𝐈: 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

"I like you Ethan. Your abilities never cease to amaze me and—"

"Cut to the chase," Karl smiled, bearing dangerous canines towards Ethan,

"I want to work with you, we both want something don't we? You want your daughter, I want to be rid of that bitch Miranda. I think we could work something out,"

"You're kidding, right?"

Smile faded, hands clenched in annoyance and brow creased. Ethan held his gun up firm and glared at Karl with sharp eyes filled with determination.

"L-look Ethan, you're being played,"

"Played? By who, you? In your—"

"Quit the tough talk, sweetheart. I think we both know who," lips pressed out into a firm line, "she wants you to get rid of us! Her 'children', she couldn't dispose of us herself—turns out she has some empathy left. But she's done with us. We were pawns in one of the games that she played to get to you and that spawn of yours," using gestures as he talked the man paced around the room as Ethan sat there, gun held high, and listened; ready to shoot and the older at any given moment.

"She as in 'Miranda'?"

"You have a knack for asking the dumbest questions don't you, Winters?" Karl laughed, "yes of course that bitch! Who else, your dead wife?!"

"Hey!"

This is what he needed, a riled-up Ethan. If he got his emotions high enough his plan might just work. Smile painted scarred lips as he watched the blond's emotions bubble up. He knew Ethan was a more emotional person rather than a logical, tending to act on his feelings; though he had a knack for getting himself out of the toughest situations with a well thought up plan in a small amount of time. Grip on the gun was harder and his finger was getting heavy on the trigger.

"Let's make a deal, we together go out and save Rose and use her to grind Miranda into paste," he turned and gestured more than needed, his theatrics never ceasing; clearly the man was an addict for the dramatics, "what do ya say, Ethan? We both get what we want. You, your daughter and me, getting vengeance on that whore!" Karl laughed, smiling proudly, smile slowly leaving his face seeing the look of displeasure on Ethan's face,

"My daughter is not a weapon, fuck you!" Karl sighed,

"Did you not hear what I just said, I—"

"I heard what you said, including the part where you wanted to use Rosemary as a weapon. Go fuck yourself!" Parental overprotectiveness was annoying and with how stubborn the blond was Karl knew he wasn't going to get his point across. At least not without;

"I told you to sit down," he muttered bitterly. When the blond didn't oblige he stormed towards him again, "I said sit!" He pushed Ethan down onto the chair he situated over the hatch with that freak he had created.

"Lady supersized bitch, Ugly ass psycho doll, that moronic freak. Don't you get it? It's a test to see if you and your daughter are strong enough to become a part of Miranda's family!" Family dripped with hatful undertones, years of abuse and experiments done to his body and it all revolving around Miranda's said 'family' caused a loathing towards the thought of having one. Ethan scoffed rolling his eyes, still having the sharp glare of his trained on Karl,

"I don't want to become a part of Miranda's family—"

"Neither did I but here we are! And I'm next in line right? Kill me, move up the chain... well fuck that!" He sent the knife he was using to make his point more adherent flying across the board, cutting through the papers pinned and taped on.