Eyes rolled when an old friend of his continued to run and scream in fear, but no one was around to save this guy. “C’mon now, Tommy. We use to be buddies, remember? Just tell me that you weren’t involved that night and I’ll be out of your hair.” Answers. That was all he needed. That was all he asked for, but getting answers sounded easier than done. Rabid continued to eye Tommy as he followed him through some warehouse owned by Tommy’s little hoodlum gang and stopped right at the man’s feet after Tommy tripped over some boxes. “I—I, I wasn’t involved ! Really !” The vicious vigilante heaved a sigh, obviously frustratingly disappointed, “Then why are you wearing my ring?” A mocked chuckle left Rabid as he lifted the man up, “Nice knowing ya, Tommy.” He said before wrapping his hands around the man’s head and twisted it off like a bottle cap. Rabid was about to dispose of the body when he heard another heartbeat. Then footsteps, breathing, and the smell of an obnoxious perfume. --- He hated his nose sometimes. However, his eyes saw nothing. “That’s a cool trick you got there, but you can come out now.”
