*Nathaniel*
The moment I see the dead man's blood on Benedict's palm, I throw myself into combat. The rage and terror surging inside me knows Claire is in mortal danger and that I am the only one who can do something about it.
I feel their fingernail-like claws digging into my petrified flesh around my wrists as I manage to twist myself and lunge. Claire is thrown off to the side and Benedict, with a sly and vindictive grin on his face, lunges at me.
I latch my hands around his throat and attempt to twist, even with the others clinging to my arms and reducing my strength tremendously. I glare at him in frustration, wanting nothing more than to free his pathetic excuse of a head from the rest of his feeble body.
Benedict, unhampered in his attack, punches me in the gut with all of hi
