Christopher had set off from his match in hopes of joining the Limbo Gang...
'This feels like a dream' Christopher thought to himself 'I can finally reach the life I always wanted... I can earn more than I'll ever need and maybe I can even avenge them...'
As Christopher walked deep in thought down an alley, a short cut to the speakeasy he was walking towards words sliced through his thought process like a hot knife through butter.
"Ahh P-please don't hurt me I'll give you whatever you want" the voice being that of a woman's
"Whatever we want?" a man stated "Isn't it obvious what we want darling, you!"
These words cut deep into Christopher's mind a rage began to build inside
"Step away from her" Christopher said failing to contain his anger
"What're you gonna do pretty boy?" the other man said pulling his pocket knife out.
Rage built up even deeper in Christopher and his thought process began to change
'I can't let this happen I have to help her, Protect, Protect, Protect, Kill, Protect, Protect, Kill, Kill, Kill, Kill, KILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!'
Christopher's eyes began to morph once more his pupils became much more like slits and his Iris became that oh so bright orange, so bright infact it seemed to be glowing, the once dark night seemed just as bright as the day and once more Christopher's body bulked up, his nails extended and blackened but this time what looked to be fur seemed to pierce through his skin on his arms... This fur... Christopher had seen fur like this once before...
The year was 1916 and Christopher was 13 years old his mother and father had taken him on a trip to England... Christopher grew up in a rather wealthy family one that was capable of taking these trips fairly often even more so being able to do this during a war... However his family had managed it and this was to visit his grandparents in England Mary and Sebastian Dough... While on this trip he had been left in charge of his two younger sisters one who was 5 and one who was 7 and they had gone to explore the outdoors and the woods... That's when one of his sisters had wandered off while he was showing the other one something and the next thing he heard was a scream... a scream that haunted him for years to come. Immediately he ran towards it knowing exactly who's scream it was...
"BACK YOU FOUL CREATURES" The young Christopher shouted towards the small pack of wolves who all preceded to turn towards him, a hungerful gaze in their eyes only then did he realise what he had done, and after that he noticed his sister, covered in blood on the ground not moving
"G-GET AWAY FROM HER!!" he screamed lunging at the closest wolf, He threw the closest thing he could to a punch, nothing but a false imitation to which the wolf bit down on his wrist, then another wolf came forth biting down on his leg, then another on his shoulder, then another, then another, then another, then another and another and another and another and there he was, chunks of him missing, blood covering his body, his mind fading and then it all went black and when he eventually came too there he was standing in the middle of various mangled wolf carcases, more blood covering him than before, his wounds fully healed and his sister... his sister was gone...
Snapping out of it Christopher threw a punch and unlike the one in his past this one was perfect, beyond perfect even, it connected and the man went flying then his body fell...
Christopher then turned to the other man who ran screaming away... but Christopher was faster and once more one punch and he was on gone....