Answers ( Patrick )

[Kazumi O'Connor]

He would close his eyes trying to keep himself under control. He was mad, and he was shaken by the fact that his brother's finger was now laying at his feet. Looking at him now just brought about more upset and he didn't need that right now. The coke that still ran through his system made it hard enough to keep a clear head.

"I don't fucking know just like you don't. Same people, though The Doc, he pulls all the strings...he sets up all the jobs, he does everything....Nobody wants to cross the fucker because they all know about the weird ass fucking experiments that he does on people. Nobody ever walks away, except for that bitch of a Mother of her's.....She got out and then hid the kids from him.....Been waiting for ever to get his hands on this one." He heard his brother groan and couldn't help but look at him with a hint of concern in his gaze. He was a trained killer but he wasn't one to just let the only real person he had left in the world die because of him and some boss that was going to kill him anyways.

"I just know they found me when I was younger and I have been doing this shit ever since. One country after another, for years. The Doctor has people working for him every where he goes....Never gets his hands dirty....He is fucking obsessed with his work..though nobody knows what that is....just that that girl is the thing he wants most. Earth fucked up, didn't get the job done, doc's gonna finish it." He shut up then because quite literally he had nothing more to say on who he worked for. What was there to say? No matter how high up he got and who's faces he saw, he never got the big guys name. Not once. Nobody did.

[Legion]

And there is was. Edward was spilling his guts. Every last thing. Though there was one concerning thing about this. The fact that Edward kind of let it slip that Patrick had done jobs for the Doctor apparently. It was something that the irishman had not quite informed Kevala of. Not because he felt like hiding anything, it just didn't seem relevant. But now, well now Patrick was seeing how that could be some damning evidence against him. Not that Patrick had ever worked against Kazumi, intentionally. But it seemed bad, especially with Patrick's slaughter of the fake earth, looking like clean up. Though it was a reach, Patrick knew enough of Kevala to know that reaching was her specialty. The irishman could be in a degree of trouble here. However he didn't have time for that shit.

As Edward continued Patrick felt a pang of sympathy for the guy. Poor bastard probably got caught up in this shit like he had. Did one wrong job somewhere and everything got fucked. Was enslaved for, what looked like the rest of his life. Patrick figured his fate would have been similar. Hell, with the new developments Patrick wasn't any certain that his fate wouldn't be similar. The irishman figured that Kevala was already fixing up a personal visit for him, one that could very well be his end. How did Patrick know that even his current actions had been orchestrated by the Doctor? Had his actions, since he had taken the first job ever been his own? Hell, if the man was that smart, did he know that Patrick would slaughter everyone in that gang, organization? Perhaps that was a way to bring the killer in him back out, galvanize him into action. For bigger and better things? More pawn missions.

Still though, he had Edward chained her in this chair. Sure, Patrick sympathized with his situation, but the fucker still fucked Feht. As far as Patrick was concerned he raped Kazumi. No, Edward's plight wasn't going to save him. Maybe they could have worked together if it hadn't been for that shit. The Fucker needed to suffer. But, Patrick's tastes were somewhat cruel in this regard. He walked over to the table, grabbing the key to one of Edward's cuff and another knife. Walking over to Edward Patrick would simply say to him, "I'm going to give you the final piece to getting your brother out of this safely. "

Patrick put one of the knifes in his pocket as he held the other knife to Edward's throat as Patrick unlocked his right hand cuff. Placing his free hand on Edward's wrist Patrick would carefully explain to him, "You're going to cut off your dick. If you do, I will let Carlos walk away. If you don't, I can assure you Carlos won't be continuing your family line, before he stops breathing."

Patrick would place the knife in Edward's hand and then step away, keeping his eyes on the man so the knife didn't come flying his way. Patrick would continue his steps backwards until he made it to Carlos, kneeling behind him and pulling the knife from his pocket, flipping it open and leaving it hovering over the man's package, threateningly. Patrick's eyes visible to Edward from behind his brother, daring him to call his bluff....

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Edward--

He had told the guy everything he knew and he was done. He couldn't possibly give any more information and it seemed like what he had provided was good enough. But apparently not enough to let Carlos go yet.

He tensed as the fucker came closer to him, that knife at his throat keeping him from moving even as his hand was uncuffed. Then the key to his brother's freedom was issued and to be quite honest he felt sick. That was what he had to do!?! The thought of it was enough to make him cringe as did his brother from across the room.

[Should be noted Kevala was currently laughing her ass off at this moment, yet already having Carmine seek out every shred of information that could be obtained through unsavory connections about Patrick.]

The knife placed in his hand, he wanted so badly to throw it at the fucker, but he was not a complete moron. His odds of hitting him right now, slim, then Carlos was for sure dead and there was nothing Edward could do to stop it.

So, he really saw no choice. A look to his brother who was shaking his head no, though Edward would just nod, assuming that Carlos would make it out.

Preparing himself for the act he would give one last look toward Patrick, a sick and twisted grin on his face as he chuckled darkly. "She loved every fucking second of it." And then yeah.....the knife cut through flesh, tissue....just yeah....

A scream erupting from him as blood began to escape in in huge gushes, not long before his body began to shake as shock quickly tried to set in. The cocaine in his system making him bleed out that much faster than an average person would.

Carlos--

He screamed, and screamed, and screamed some more. Bout all he could do at this point.

[Legion]

Patrick grinned when it looked like Edward was actually going to do it, or at least contemplating it. Not that he wanted to see the guy's junk but this was about the worse from of suffering Patrick could think of. That was before mentioning that Patrick forced the self mutilation. Hell, he figured it was a very fitting punishment for the crime. That and he really wanted the fucker to suffer. So when he did, though not without that one last comment that made his blood boil, there was a very malicious grin spreading across his face as he saw blood start to pour out of the man. Stepping up and out from behind Carlos Patrick would raise his right hand, the one with the knife, and point at Edward, angrily saying, intentionally reverting back to his irish accent while secretly wondering if he was smart enough to get it now, "Ye fucked the wrong girl"

If not, Patrick wasn't done as a hand came up to his face, fingers grasping the corners of the mask as he said to Carlos, "Carlos I have a confession to make, my name's Patrick O'Connor."

As he made his little confession he was sure Edward knew exactly what was happening, especially after Patrick ripped off the mask and looked Carlos dead in the eye. Pausing for a moment, just so everyone knew what was going on Patrick would grin quite maliciously at the man before stepping forward and slashing the knife across the guy's stomach. Just below the liver and only deep enough to cut the stomach lining but not damage any of the organs. Just so his guts could literally spill out onto his lap. It wasn't instantly fatal, but no one was coming to save him. They would both bleed out, Patrick turning to cherish the look on Edward's face, the man who had now neutered himself for nothing.

It wasn't long after that Patrick moved to his bag, pulling out his M4A1 and slapping the hundred round drum into it. He didn't know if Kevala would like this new development, but he wasn't going to find out.

He was going to save Kazumi himself, even if he had to kill everyone of her men to get to the lab...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

It didn't take long for Edward, even in his current state, to catch onto what was going on. The second that accent came out, he knew. The mask and the confession of his name sealing the deal as far as Edward was concerned. "F..Fucking....bastard...." Body still shaking in shock as he continued to bleed out everywhere. A look of sheer terror and pain cross his face as his brother's intestines spilled onto his lap.

He had seen it, that moment before the knife cut into his flesh, the look on Carlos' face. He had that betrayed, confused and terrified look and there was nothing that Edward could do to save him.

A scream erupted from his brother and the blood began to pour. He knew how slow and painful that kind of death would be and would match his own, if only just. Yet when Patrick looked back he would see the "light" slowly starting to fade from Edwards eyes, though the emotions and the look of shock and horror still lingered there just the same.

Carlos, tears finally ceasing began to tremble a bit as his own form of shock started to set in. His eyes locked on his brother, so confused about why this was happening. About what he had done to deserve this. He had never hurt anyone in his life, but apparently, Edward had done something to some girl and now he would die for it. The pain inside almost enough to match what his body felt.