You see, at these Elder Clinics, you could sign up for what they called an "Upgrade". James shuddered at the thought. He knew too many people who'd gone to these clinics, hyped on the new fad, completely oblivious to the (somewhat sizable) dangers of it all. Even his best, well former-best, friend had been caught up in the Elder Corporation's sticky web. Miles. A good guy, perfectly charming, hard-working, good sense of humour. Or at least he had been.
Shaking his head to clear it of all these thoughts, but succeeding in doing nothing much but starting an incessant throbbing somewhere deep in his cerebral matter, James tried to concentrate on working out who exactly this man was.
The first thought was her father. Suitably pissed off for a man who had just found the guy who'd just fucked his daughter, big, burly, hair just beginning to grey. Old and pissed off enough, certainly. But something didn't click right with that conclusion. But any other relative was illogical. Unless he wasn't a relative.
Steeling himself, James moved nearer to the hole in his wall, to peer at the man closer. Narrowed eyes glared black fire directly at him, almost through him, they blazed with such intensity. Thinking that enquiring, albeit politely, who the man was directly to his face might be a tad tactless, and most likely to aggravate him further, James adopted what he hoped was a would-you-please-tell-me-why-you've-put-a-hole-in-my-wall-before-I-kill-you face and returned the ogre-man's stare.
Silence ensued, each male trying to stare each other down, like stags before a rut. Though, this fight would be terribly one-sided should it come to such an act.
"You've ruined my patient," the ogre said finally, through gritted teeth, huge globules of saliva flying from his mouth.
Doctor, then, James thought. Bit odd; didn't look like a doctor. Somewhat too...monstrous. Not even childhood boogie-man monstrous. More hell-borne, devil minion kind of revelation.