@"Zeronos"
They'd been chasing this guy all night, and it was always satisfying when such things ended up with Damon getting to corner a person, a mismatch abomination of their fears brought to life, and- well, he hadn't actually been able to eat him.
This was him and Crow, not him and Mike, after all.
The nightmare yawned a bit, waving off some less important, younger officers after they'd come to pick the criminal, and the collection of stuff he'd been running about with, up. What he had was dangerous as hell, but this punk didn't know how to use any of it, just wanted to hoard things and hide 'em away until he could make some shitty deal with someone more important. So Damon and Crow had gone in pretending to be potential buyers.
Things had gone south, but hey, Damon had gotten the guy's scent, as well as a taste for his fears. And those were more than enough.
The corrupt cop looked lazily over to his partner. Um, arch nemesis? Was that a thing they were? Stalker was also always accurate. Still, he could never bring himself to be very... eh, he didn't know. When they'd first officially met, she'd entertained him, and now she felt like a regular aspect of his everyday life. Was there supposed to be hatred here? Sometimes he caught himself thinking of her as one of his closest friends.
It was really early morning, but the sun was surprisingly warm. His posture was relaxed as he thought about his friend, just existed beside her. Was this person going to be his ruin? The only thing he could bring himself to feel at that idea was that it'd be awfully boring, their little games just, stopping one day.
"Hey, Crow?" Damon spoke up, definitely on the slower and mellowed out side. "We can wait to write up our official reports on this whole thing, right? It's been a long night, you're maybe tired, and I'm absolutely hungry. We passed a diner earlier. Let's have breakfast."
They'd been chasing this guy all night, and it was always satisfying when such things ended up with Damon getting to corner a person, a mismatch abomination of their fears brought to life, and- well, he hadn't actually been able to eat him.
This was him and Crow, not him and Mike, after all.
The nightmare yawned a bit, waving off some less important, younger officers after they'd come to pick the criminal, and the collection of stuff he'd been running about with, up. What he had was dangerous as hell, but this punk didn't know how to use any of it, just wanted to hoard things and hide 'em away until he could make some shitty deal with someone more important. So Damon and Crow had gone in pretending to be potential buyers.
Things had gone south, but hey, Damon had gotten the guy's scent, as well as a taste for his fears. And those were more than enough.
The corrupt cop looked lazily over to his partner. Um, arch nemesis? Was that a thing they were? Stalker was also always accurate. Still, he could never bring himself to be very... eh, he didn't know. When they'd first officially met, she'd entertained him, and now she felt like a regular aspect of his everyday life. Was there supposed to be hatred here? Sometimes he caught himself thinking of her as one of his closest friends.
It was really early morning, but the sun was surprisingly warm. His posture was relaxed as he thought about his friend, just existed beside her. Was this person going to be his ruin? The only thing he could bring himself to feel at that idea was that it'd be awfully boring, their little games just, stopping one day.
"Hey, Crow?" Damon spoke up, definitely on the slower and mellowed out side. "We can wait to write up our official reports on this whole thing, right? It's been a long night, you're maybe tired, and I'm absolutely hungry. We passed a diner earlier. Let's have breakfast."
