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The first part of the feral!76 story is now up on AO3. I’ve named it ‘Feral Things.’
(Shut up, it’s creative.)
(Nobody else had taken it yet.)
Suitable for terrible people who like terrible things! And reaper76. Still not sure if there’s a plot.
‘Mad dog,’ the Talon scientist had said when he explained the project. The contempt in his voice told Reaper enough about what to brace for.
So he’d thought.
“Oh. Jack.”
Jack is strapped down spread-eagled to a metal frame. Bolted down, really, with metal restraints at his wrists and ankles, neck, chest, and waist. He’s struggled enough that his skin is rubbed raw and bleeding around them. His eyes are glassy. Gabriel recognizes the look. It’s one that’s been turned on him many times: the fear that comes beyond any hope of escape.
When they walk in, he fixates on the Talon soldier who follows Gabriel in to lock the door and take up guard near it. Even as Reaper keeps walking toward him, Jack watches that man, anonymous in tactical armor and face shield, with a fixed white-eyed stare and lips peeled back from his teeth.
For some people—many, most—that kind of fear is a paralytic. More victims than Reaper can remember have cowered before him with that expression on their faces, shaking like traumatized rabbits as his claws descended. But a few are wolves. Corner them like that, cut off every avenue of escape, and they’ll fight just to take their killer to Hell with them.
Gabriel’s always known which kind Jack is.
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