[attr="class","wownewtag"] Summer Atreides

[attr="class","wownewmain"] they are an equal evil, he and summer. while summer enjoys the torture of those who are unjust, sam enjoys delivering that blow. the punishment. it’s something that helps him feel like he has a say, has control, over some part of the world.

knowing what this man had done, evil to some and a hobby to other sick and twisted beings, sam reflects enough to wonder;

is he a monster like us?

no. he is not a monster like them. he is not somebody who stands for the weak. somebody who fights for those who cannot protect themselves. that is what sam believes himself to be. the reaper that protects those who have not the strength to protect themselves.

the very reason he is doing this with summer is because knox doesn’t have the strength. perhaps one day, he will. perhaps one day, knox will be able to cleanse the sins of his father himself.

a day sam eagerly awaits. because while knox doesn’t believe he has the strength, sam does. he knows knox can shine just as brilliantly as the sun if he wanted; but he was still growing. still twinkling in the sky. but one day? knox would shine brighter than even himself.

”like hell, you bitch!” the man shouted, pulling the gun from his waistband. this was the very image that his absol had shown him with her FUTURE SIGHT. psychic energy enveloped the gun, bending the fingers holding the gun backwards.

the man’s face contorted in pain. he screamed, bones cracking, snapping under the pressure of the absol’s FUTURE SIGHT coming to fruition.

”your own sins condemn you to death today.” sam had made his way across the room as the bones crack, taking the gun on his way over to the window. he takes the gun from the man’s crumpled hand, setting it aside for summer to use if she desired. she obviously liked to shoot me.

he could hear his mega-glalie’s jaw cracking open eagerly beyond the window, which he opened.

”your next words,” he takes the man by the good wrist with one hand, the other hand holding his throat. he bends the man in half, his upper half outside the window while his feet barely touch the ground and he screams in terror. ”they will be your last.”

the man is frothing, gargling through his on frothing saliva. fear and realization hit him as he tries to grab onto the sill but his hand is broken and he cannot get it to work. his wrist can barely hold the weight, his hold slips and he grips sam’s arm, whining in a horrified high pitch, while alecto claps excitedly below.

sam’s eyes, cold and calculated, look to the man with decided resolution.

we are not the same sort of monster, you and i.

”what say you, then?”

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[attr="class","wownewtag"] Summer Atreides

[attr="class","wownewmain"] sam had let the man go when summer pushed, allowing him the fall. his head landed within tartarus’ mouth, screaming as the crunch separated his body. his lower half was taken by alecto, who gobbled up the rest. nyx and hades began burning the blood carefully, having been trained to get rid of traces.

his gaze turned then to summer, eyes not holding the same coldness.

”should i leave the clean up to you?”

as they had with merrick. or would that be his job now as well? he didn’t mind either way. she was a busy woman and he understood if she needed to leave. but he also understood she was a woman of control, who liked to have a hands on approach to a situation.

she was likely one of the only people he would trust to actually do a good job ‘cleaning up’ this sort of mess. he rarely trusted others to be as thorough as he was.

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