Jeff Pierce
"Great job, asshole." The voices were finally starting to dig deep under Jeff's skin, as if capitalizing on the boy's state of sheer terror. Two of your precious pillars of the future just abandoned ship right now. Do you want to join them yourself, or would you rather that fly monster tell you which window to jump off of?" No thanks to the influence of his other half, Jeff hung his head in disbelief, dropping tiny salty droplets from his eyes. It is only then, as his eyes were focusing on nothing but the floor below him, that he noticed something rather interesting laying on the floor within arm's reach: a lead pipe! It bore no resemblance to any functional weapon of its kind, but it made for a much better blunt weapon than Jeff's bleeding knuckles. With a grip trembling with both nerves and excitement, he reached for the pipe, a sinister grin creeping from ear to ear.
"My answer is C, neither of the above. Letting this tenderfoot get away with my head would be far too anti-climactic an ending for me." By then, his control over his own sanity had started to slip. "I want to make sure this guy gets what he deserves, so I'm passing the baton over to you. Just try not to get too much blood splatter on the jacket," he said to his other half.
"Now that's what I'm talking about!" His blood started boiling as he sacrificed any and all morality in his system to focus on raw, unbridled power. With the lead pipe gripped firmly in his right hand, he started walking slowly towards his target, never looking away from the other eye cluster--the one that wasn't busted open by Jeff's fist earlier. "I'll do you a little favor before I trample you like the bug you are," he snickers, raising his blunt weapon. "I'll knock out your other eye, so you can tell everyone else in Hell that you never saw it coming.
