flashbanging: pointing where to go (tall trees bend and lean)
ᴊᴇssᴇ ·ᴡʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs· ᴍᴄᴄʀᴇᴇ ([personal profile] flashbanging) wrote in [community profile] thisavrou_log 2016-08-12 01:00 pm (UTC)

[ Jesse screams as he feels the bones in his arm crack, as he feels his skull splitting. The pain blooms rapid and awful, striking through him like lightning. Sweat drips down his neck and face; his whole body burns in response to the agony, his every nerve protests. He can't take much more of this before he loses consciousness.

But something cuts through it all. Something about Reaper's voice. Not so much what he's saying as the cadence in it, the tone beneath that otherworldly, guttural growl. It's familiar. Come to think, all of this feels familiar. Brutality he's experienced before; rage he's endured, absorbed.

Jesse spits blood. Breathes hard. He stares at Reaper from beneath the brim of his hat. ]


It's you, ain't it.

[ He scrabbles for a flash grenade on his belt. His only chance. ]

Back from the god damn dead.

[ Reyes. ]

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