<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f4/Brian-taylor-gunslinger.jpg)</div><strong>Hunter:</strong>Jesse, the Summoned Dark.<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>The usual.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The RV.<br/><strong>Current Action:</strong>Facing off.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Unknown stranger.<br/><hr/><br/>Jesse never took his eyes off the so called prophet and his whore, not even when the Sheriff spoke to him and the gun in his hand remained steady and pointed towards the pair. The authority of the Sheriff was transitory, the authority of the Dark was absolute. Jesse had more respect for the man's gun than the hand that wielded it. In other situations he might defer, or stand down, but not when it came to this, the moment the Dark drew its strength from, not when it came to Vengeance. There was only two ways this would end, either he would get a straight answer that lead him down another path or the Dark would claim these two tainted ones and move on as it always did.<br/><br/>"Well now Sheriff, I thank you for your concern, but I'm not quite done here. I'll be right out when I'm happy with the answers I'm gettin'." He said, turning his head all of half an inch in acknowledgement that he'd been spoken to, but he did not stand down.<br/>"He might not be you who are lookin' for, but I'm not convinced he's off my list yet."<br/>He turned his head back to the prophet and smiled, or at least his lips parted and showed a lot of teeth. Jesse's eyes were empty desolate, cold. The Dark was barely beneath the surface now, the hiss and snarl of it crackling in his voice as he spoke. Its hunger, desire to feed drawing it out of the shadows, or perhaps it was merely making itself known, making it clear that this was the kind of situation where saying the wrong thing would definitely get you killed by something that was far from human.<br/><br/>"You, prophet, you didn't answer my question and I don't like that. You're sweatin' prophet. It's really very unbecomin' for a man of your stature. You're sure you're not lyin' to me? You're sure that you don't know that a whole heap, and I do mean an actual heap of people, dressed just like you are lyin' glassy eyed down the road from here? That you didn't hear all the sirens and yellin' before that? Because either your sweetums is very distractin', or very loud, or you're not tellin' me the truth. I told you what would happen if you didn't answer my questions prophet and I'm a man of my word. I will shoot you soon as look at you. So, let's try it again. Who are you? Why shouldn't I shoot you? How come you were here whorin' yourself when a bunch of folks was waitin' for you and how come you know nothin' about them being killed in cold blood? Get it off your fat, lardy sweaty chest. Tell me the truth. You'll feel much better for it." He growled.