Thread:Zedhead22/@comment-4105222-20141223021137/@comment-4939094-20141223030151

He could be someone you'd see on the street. But inside, an evil crawls about him like a thrashing rat. Others can look at noon clouds and see a great day ahead, but a part of him hopes for a blackstorm. Others may look at a woodchuck and see it cute, but Carter sees something he can kill. When he looks at you, he can't help but water up his mouth. Can't help himself, doesn't want to.

Carter, second in command when competent, isn't who he really is. Or who he should be. He's prowling around. He's watching you from the corner of his eye. Carter, hands gloved up, holds a secret that favors the devil in him. Where the pain belongs, throughout his raging red arm, that's where he wants it kept. What matters to him, behind the calm placid eyes, is when you are going to bed. That's when he's going to skin you alive.

note: 2spooky4me