Oliver Sullivan
Location: Hallway
Skills: Molecular Oscillation, Superspeed
Oliver gave her an odd look, before his phone rang and his blood ran cold. Hollowly, he picked up the phone, and, while maintaining eye contact, listened to his father deliver the news that time was running out. Inhaling, he said, "Alright dad, I'll get there as soon as I can. Please. Tell Mom I'm coming, and that I love her too, okay?" After a moment, he hung up, calmly put his phone in his pocket, and then, almost acting on pure instinct, got behind The Daughter, and wrapped one of his arms around her chest, putting her in a body lock. With his free hand, he flattened he held his fingers out and together, and started to phase them.
Sticking his hand right on the inside of her throat, his eyes narrowed, and his voice turned cold. "Listen, and listen closely. You try to move, I will stop my hand, and you will die. You attack me, I will stop my hand, and you will die. You give me any answer that I think is bullshit, I will stop my hand, and you will die." With that last sentence, he tightened his grip a bit, before losing concentration, and getting his hand stuck, tearing her throat open. Thinking on his feet, he took his hand, and covered the cut with it, before continuing. "Sorry about that, my hand slipped. The good news is now you get to die when I remove my hand, the bad is, until I do, you're going to be choking to death on your own blood. So here's the deal." He said, his voice filled with malice.
"You're going to choke out whatever words you can, and tell me exactly how you know about my mother. You will tell me why you want me off the board, and you'll tell me who the fuck you are." He sneered, tightening his grasp on her throat. "Until you do, I will do everything in my power to make your death as painful as I possibly can. When I'm satisfied, one way or another, that's when you get to die. The only choice you have left in your life is if you want to die in pain and misery, or if you want it quick and easy." Oliver felt inhuman right now, in a way he never did before. These people knew about his mom, and if they had anything to do with her dying, he would burn every last one of them. "I am Thane, son of Thanos, and if that doesn't make you fear for everyone you ever knew or loved, then you're too stupid to be useful to me." Those words felt toxic in his mouth, but it was about the most intimidating thing he could conceive of.