Anyone else think of Tuck as a bit wolfish whenever he's hitting on girls or pointing out that he's never eaten vegitables in his life? Like, the only reason a parent would allow their child to avoid vegitables would be if the kid really needed his protien. Also, I can't see a hacker like Tucker not having some non-ghost enemies and this kinda popped into my head at random whlie I was doing dishes so enjoy.
The clacking of rapid keystrokes filled the room as much as the bright yellow light of his computer screen did. Dull green eyes focused intently on the letters and numbers flying across his screen, needing to be typed up manually first before any thought of storing it as an actual program could be had. Every fifteen seconds he had to slow progress by adjusting his glasses, but that was unavoidable in his current situation. It was quiet beyond his breathing, the keys, and the near-silent hum of his laptop's fan. Spinning around in his chair, the teen shot an arm out and pressed razor sharp claws against the pulse point of the intruder, who dropped his knife in shock. "Who are you?" The boy all but growled, inch long canines adding a touch of menace to his guise. Dull green had become guardsman red, and rounded ears more triangular than most. The tips of the claws pressed more closely against the quiet intruder's throat, and Tucker let out an actual growl that shook his chest and teeth. "Unless you want me to paint my nails in your blood, I suggest you talk. Who are you, who sent you, and what kind of sick fuck actually tries to murder a teenager?"
The adult who stood an entire head taller than the boy sputtered a bit before glaring at his target balefully. "Name's confidential, but I was hired by some government spooks in white suits with a lot of money to offer for your head on a platter. I already bought that plate, too." The guy smirks, and it's all Tuck can do not to follow through on his warning regardless of the info given. After all, this guy knew now, and he might not regard it as a trick of the light. "Bet I'll make an even prettier penny spreadin around that freaks from horror movies exist, though."
Tucker scoffed, grabbing the man by his black shirt and tossed him at a wall. "No one would be surprised. A gateway to the afterlife was opened up, after all. Anything's possible." He turned to his computer and saved the document as a .docx file for now. Popping a few joints in his neck, the boy turned back to his attempted assassin to find him gone. Ears and nose twitching, he found the man quickly enough and ran after him. "Can't have you exposing my pack, now can I?" Well, he'd at least find a color to match the blood once he got a look. Tucker removed his glasses and tied his sweater around his waist before picking up speed and pouncing on the man. "Most people would have been smart enough to head for the street, not through the backyard into the trees. You're not too up there on the IQ scale are you?"
"High enough, freak!" The man, ginger with freckles all over his face, pulled another knife out of his boot and shoved it into Tucker's side. Thankfully, the geek managed to put his hand between the blade and his kidney, but it still stung like a hundred wasps. A swing of his injured hand and the tech-savvy boy let out a sigh.
"I already have this color. They should get a bit more creative; this one doesn't even have wolfsbane on it."
Well damn, I got dark with that one. Hm. I'll have to see if I can fit this anywhere.