Jack had been speaking with one of his whores, when he caught a glimpse of him. Eyes darkening with cruel desires; a hunter finding it’s prized prey. The doctor finally leaving the comfort and safety of his domain. Licking his lips at the sight of him in that suit jacket. It’s been far too long since their last meeting, something which the pimp certainly needed to fix.
Wasting no time in fear of losing the handsome bastard. He left the whore with little fuss and hide within the crowd, his always recognizable form now well hidden from the the doctor’s famous piercing gaze. A lion in the tall grass stalking the blissfully unaware buck, simply awaiting the proper moment to pounce. Slinking into a dark alleyway as his prize’s eyes shifted downward for but a moment. A sick smile crossed his features, poor thing hadn’t a clue he gave him the perfect opportunity to strike. Now simply awaited patiently for him to pass, the tension building with every step. The shadows became his allay, though the now loss of sight making his heart race. Only being able to judge his timing with the click of his shoes became it’s loudest. Extending his cane to wrap it’s self around the other’s waist and swiftly pulled him into the alleyway.
His gloved palm placed upon Angus’ mouth to quiet any screams. The circling police didn’t need to be alerted of their little get together. It would be such a shame for it to be spoiled. “Been awhile, ‘asn’t it doctor?” He purred into the man’s ear.
He knew there was a reason for him not to go out, and here it was. He was yanked and pulled into the darkness without anyone noticing. Oh, how society was just a mockery on humanity, no one really cared as long as their own skin was safe.
Angus felt the hand press against his mouth, and eyes from behind lenses shot over to stare at his assailant. He should have known, especially with that slur of a voice. Though, it seemed as if the man didn’t think this fully, for both of his hands were placed in two separate spots, and not holding him down very roughly. Splatter probably could have felt his lips tighten into a grimace, only to have the point of a cane jab roughly to his abdomen.
His head jerked away from his hand, making some sort of foul expression.
“Yes, it has, Splatter… Though, contacting me by more civil means would have been appreciated, instead of pulling me into some filthy alley way.”
Well, of course, he was angry; it was clear in the creases of his face, and the furrow of his brows. More for reasons of unneeded force, and less civility.
“Now what, I suppose you’re going to ‘gut’ me, as you would say? Take my money, or whatever it is I have on my persons? Or is there another reason why you drug me here…”