Admittedly the man now sitting on the ground looked sufficiently intimidating, and what he said did not put his mind to ease that they had him under control. His right hand clutches the knife tighter as the words flew from the assassins mouth. "With words like those I am unsure if you are special forces, another military man like myself, though your tactics assume otherwise, whether you are just a plain old merc. Or if you are just another insane nut job that has tried to kill me. Granted you are the first since the pack. Though I have done things I needed to do before this, and I will recreate those actions if I must."<br/><br/>Right now, he did not give as much a damn about himself as he did his pack at there mention. "Let me tell you one thing, I am not going to take the intimidation rout on this, as I can see you would not care nor feel affected by it dangerously much. So I will simply say my life means far less then my pack. Truthfully, I wold prefer to keep these people in my life, no matter what... I cannot leave them alone, more so my other friend out there, and my friend just beside you, staring and waiting for your death. It would hurt them more then there lives being risked because of me, trust me... if I need to leave at the risk of there life, or turn myself in."<br/><br/>He left it at that, kneeling so as to look coldly at him. His expression soon softened "You don't know what happened do you? That day I killed those men. All you know is that they sent you after some phyco who killed his fellows in the woods." He traced his thumb across the edge of the knife before laying it down I front of him. "I was the best recruit they had. I excelled in the physical tests as well as most the others, those I was not so great in I trained hard in. Even the ones that were great I focused on equally. I was still fresh my new when they called me up. Not even seen battle and they were already finding me nicknames. The perfect soldier, the tank, hell, they even took to calling me the grim reaper. I had not even take. A life yet, but I can see there eyes. Plans were being made. The one name though that stuck in my mind through that whole day, and even after what I did... it was only reinforced it was true.<br/><br/>He looked down before glancing up again. "The monster. Now, I do not know what happened much after that during the day. I remember them patting me on the back, not a word of what they said still lingers in my mind. All I can remember now is some of the older men, more experienced guys taking me out back for "initiation" and you know what happens? They start beating me with pips, bats, whatever they can get there hands on. Even the disassembled barrel of a rifle for gods sake. One of them whipped out a pistol and at that moment the change came. No warning, I was bloodied... bruised and broken... that only made me madder. When I realized what I had done the torn apart bodies of my "comrades" in arms had been strewn across the ground, a pool of vomit by my feet as others came to see the camotion. I was in my human form when they came, with my luck of course they only saw a crazy person. My own best friend saw me covered in there blood, betrayal on his face and disgust and anger and-" he took some deep breaths "I ran, I mean... what, did you think you were the only one. Do you think you have it the worst? Did you kill I don't know how many people on your first turn? Four, five even? Well I did, and I still dream about there faces as I sleep at night."<br/><br/>Damion looked at him one more time before picking back up the knife and gesturing to Arthur. "Fix him up... I am not about to kill a man who thought he was hunting another low life murderer. If he tries to hurt any of you again... that is a different story."