Willard looked angry, and then went to stand up. Slowly, his weak body lifted.. but then he hit his head at the top of the crate. "OW!" He yelled. "keep.. that f*cking needle away from me." He hissed.
Vinn reached back and pushed the rest of the crate away, so the top was exposed. "Im sorry- I cant do that." He said quietly. "This one... is not as strong. You'll not be so drugged as she is." He paused. "Im sorry, but I do value my life."
Vinn looked back at him, almost hurt. Red, long hair shaped his face and hung over his shoulders- he was plump, but pleasently, not to much overweight. He had green eyes, but was dead pale.
Vinn paused, turning back and replacing the needle. He then pulled out a diffrent one, and came to his side of the crate. "Let me at least give you this one- it only keeps your powers deactivated longer, but you can move."