Body Doubles (Chris) - CJ's Den

Seemed like the Gangrel didn't care.

"Going to need an answer, kid."

Well what kind of answer did he expect from someone who, just minutes earlier, had been mortal and wasn't quite used to dealing with claws in his gut?
"Yes.. Sir..." it was an answer, of sort. Either he took it and decided it was good enough or he ripped him apart. He wasn't likely to get more than that out of him.

Apparently, it wasn't. But at least he didn't move his claws. Not yet, anyway.

"Yes, what? Yes, you wanna stop acting like a pissed-off five-year-old or yes you want to die?"

These distinctions were important.

Jesus Christ.

He snapped. Despite the claws in his gut and the distinct feeling he was going to die for this. He snapped.

"Fuck you! What the Hell is wrong with you!? Have you been dead so long you've forgotten what it means to be human? Fucking news flash! You don't get over this sort of thing in a matter of a half-goddamn-hour! So gut me! Or accept the fact that the best I can do right now is shut up and follow! I'm not a bloody machine, I don't come with an on/off switch, you bastard!"

Oh God it hurt to shout. But know what? He reckoned he'd be put out of his misery for what he'd just said. So it was worth it, even as he coughed up a moth full of his own blood.
Well worth it. He didn't have the strength to say anything else because he was moments from blacking out anyways. Question was just whether or not he was going to die awake, or while unconscious at this point.

((I am so very sorry. So sorry. I tried!))

He shrugged one shoulder.

"Five-year-old it is."

He raised his hand - the one not buried in CJ's stomach, the wicked claws extended as he, in one fell swoop, brought the claws across CJ's throat -- severing his head.

How many could say they'd died twice in one evening?

The world went black.

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((aaand, thats it I guess. Sorry, he was asking for something that was impossible unless given time to actually work through it :/ ))

He pulled out his telephone and made three phone calls. Then he went about actually disposing of the look-alike's now-dead body.