𝕸𝖘. 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘 (𝕻𝖆𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖊 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑𝖊 - 𝕭𝖔𝖔𝖐 1)

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞-𝕱𝖔𝖚𝖗 (24)

(A/N: Mr. Doctor Man's thoughts are in English for writer and reader convenience. Any spoken word is in Old English but will be kept written as English for convenience.)

A splatter of blood lands against a pale cheek, the head in which the crimson liquid came from crushed completely into the wall. Dropping down to the floor with ease and shaking his bare foot of the blood, Mr. Doctor Man attempts to wet his lips through the stitches. Hungry, hungry, hungry. Untainted blood that he can't attain. He's so hungry.

There's four more guards in this room, and unluckily for them, they're locked in with him. Letting out an manic, muffled laugh, Mr. Doctor Man lists off different ways he could kill them if he didn't have on this straightjacket.

"Air embolism. I could inject air into your bloodstream that would then block major vessels. You'd die." He wants to grin, "Or anesthesia awareness. I could purposefully give you less nitrous so that as I'm killing you and removing organs, you'll be awake and aware within moments, but paralyzed unable to do anything but watch and feel as I remove one of your eyes. Oh, wouldn't it be lovely? If only I had a good place to experiment." His words are all mumbles of a dead language, muffled nearly entirely by the stitches on his mouth.

Stalking forward towards one of the frightened guards, he shoots at the vampire only to stumble back in fear. The bullet digs into the vampires shoulder, but he doesn't stop moving forward. Mr. Doctor Man jumps up, wrapping his legs around the man's neck and breaking it in one quick succession, caring naught for the bullet. Moving on to another guard, he brings his leg up and slams it into their face, laughing as their eye explodes.

The third guard trembles, eyes wide in absolute terror. He brings his gun up and shoots haphazardly. The bangs echo loudly in the room, reverberating off the walls deafeningly. Most of the bullets miss but three manage to hit. Not that Mr. Doctor Man could feel it, he can't feel pain.

Mr. Doctor Man lets out a chuckle, red and black eyes glinting dangerously, the black veins surrounding his eyes pulsing ever so slightly. He doesn't bother doing anything too fun with this guy, deciding to make his lungs explode with blood. Lunging forward suddenly, the guard has no time to react (not that he would anyway, this is a vampire he's up against, an insane vampire no less) as Mr. Doctor Man knocks him to the ground, leaning over him and feeling his mouth of extremely sharp teeth dig small holes on the backside of his lips. There's a bang, the locked door flying across the room and hitting the opposite wall. Willing the guards blood to follow his internal commands, the blood rushes to the man's lungs, filling them up. There's a rumble in the man's chest as his lungs explode and blood gushes out of his lips, choking and coughing.

Mr. Doctor Man is suddenly ripped off of the dying man, a snarl leaving his sewn shut lips.

Emerson kneels over the guard to see if he could save him, though Remingtons dark side knows for a fact that he cannot.. As he's doing this, Sebastian tightens his hold on the back of Remington's neck, staring his brother in his red irised eyes. "Return back to your dormant state Mr. Doctor Man." Sebastian commands, not intending to use his magic this time.

Mr. Doctor Man moves to say something but only mumbles come out. Taking a knife out of his pocket, Emerson gets up and walks over to his brother, bringing a hand up to hold his jaw still as he cuts the stitches. They burn Emerson's hand as he pulls them out, the nightshade reacting to his vampire genes.

"At long last, Malevolence, Strangebomb. I am absolutely starving." He laughs, the tiny holes littering the edges of his lips not deterring him from speaking in the slightest.

He can't feel it anyway. "I said, return to your dormant state." Sebastian growls out, tightening his grip.

"Oh, if I do that we'll lose our minds. Go completely off our rocker. Die from the pain. The other side cannot handle it, tis ripping our soul apart." He grins, the sharp teeth in his mouth causing the smile to appear feral.