((Okay, wow, Sk8tr, you have the creepiest/best intro time ever. Right out of a horror movie just for that.))
Kamil/Carver:
Carver screamed, his voice hoarse, as he was thrown back into darkness. Tears were streaming down his face as he weakly pounded on the lid, his heart trying to rip out of his chest from pounding as he panicked at having his safety taken away from him so suddenly. But something else was building up inside him, as Kamil's rage built and, somehow, he shoved the lid out of the box and leapt out, growling at Sheldon as he crouched on the ground at the other man's feet, eying his tails. His frame was all sorts of convoluted now, and his skin and hair even more so blotchy, with shades of Kamil's tones taking over.
"Let. Him. Go." He growled, adrenaline pumping through his body. He had no idea what this guy's problem was: Kamil hardly thought of himself as a good guy, what with being a kidnapper, murderer, mercenary for hire, but this man... this man was the worst of the worst, and all Kamil wanted to do was kill him slowly.
















