Son of A Predator (On Hold)

Chaos

"I'll be your sacrifice, my Master."

"What?" Brooke asks confused, glancing up at Connor. She looks down and sees the paper slip out of his hands, swaying swiftly before landing on the floor, and keeping still.

Connor's movements become robotic, and somehow seem controlled.
A pupet.

"I'll be your sacrifice," he mumbles under his breath, and turns, now facing the door.

Oliver goes to stand in front of him and places a hand on his chest, seeing through his intentions, "Woah woah woah, dude, what's wrong with you all of a sudden?"

Connor jerks his head and looks down at the hand on his chest, then jerks his head to look at Oliver's puzzled face.

"I'll stop at nothing. Move, obstacle."

"The hell you mean obstacle?" Oliver asks annoyed, pushing Connor back a little, "Listen, I don't know what's wrong with you but you have no right to disrespect me like that," he says, glaring in his direction but notizing the dazed look in Connor's eyes.

"Die..." Connor mutters before grabbing onto Oliver's arm and yanking it aside, pushing Oliver and throwing him a couple of meters to their right.

Oliver crashes against the tables and chairs, landing in a heap of metal, splinters and chaos, his head limp to the side of his shoulder.
Unconscious.

Sarah gasps and runs over to Oliver, crouching beside him and slapping his face a little, "Oliver? Oliver, wake up!"

Brooke and the rest of the group stare at Connor, mouths wide open.
He turns, and starts heading towards the door.

Tony looks at Brooke, panicked and says, "What do we do?! He's acting like a maniac!"

Brooke looks at Connor's back, then walks after him.

Tony stares at her, shocked, "What the hell? You too?!"

Brooke looks back at him and shakes her head, "You stay here with the rest, I'll follow him and come back when he's cooled down."

They both disappear through the door frame, leaving the rest of the group; an unconscious friend, a confused gamer, a puzzled nerd and a rejoicing creature behind.

"Connor!" Brooke shout-whispers, afraid to bring any unnecessary attention to themselves.

He carries on walking towards the end of the hall.

"Connor!" She does it again, walking quickly and catching up to him.

Just as she's about to touch his shoulder, he stops, causing her to crash into his broad back.
He quickly turns around, leaving no time for Brooke to react, and wraps his fingers around her neck.
He walks and pushes her up against the wall, an animalistic growl emerging from his throat.

"Get lost, human." He forces through clenched teeth.

Brooke's eyes are wide with fear, the colour drains from her face and a cold sweat begins framing her soft face.
She struggles to breath.