The Institute (51)
Tang Shun slowly narrowed his eyes as he stared at the still smoking gun in his hand, he looked up at the barely restrained parasite hosts struggling and screeching under the other's concentrated efforts, then he looked back at Chao Bin, gaze slowly roaming his face until he stopped at the thin, perpendicular slit across his cheek. The cut still leaked faint, crimson blood that gradually trailed from his soft face to hide deep inside his collar.
The soft, sweet tang of blood was almost overpowered by Chao Bin's milk candy spent,
Gradually, unnatural slit eyes grew darker, the deeply suppressed urges in his heart erupted like dry thatch wood being thrown into a blazing fire. His entire body felt hot and the eyes he used to look at Chao Bin slowly took on an animalistic haze.
He glanced down at the full magazine gun once more, slowly twisting the dark handle over slender pale fingers, before cocking it.