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Temp listens closely, nodding along. He is grateful that
declan walsh offers additional details; Temp wasn't going to ask, not figuring it was his place, but any morsel of information was taken.[break][break]
"Did you not play the dating game? Your route got pretty spicy." Temp quirks his lips up; he means it as a small joke, to lighten the tension in what he's about to do.[break][break]
The trek to the Cave of Origin would be miserably silent otherwise.[break][break]
Under the shadow of stone, the man they find is a sniveling weakling. Tied up and pathetic, he kneels on the ground before the two of them. Bruises litter his face, an eye swollen shut, and blood drips from his mouth. Whoever had him before had did a number on him. He sobs softly, tears dripping down wet cheeks as he stares up at his ending.[break][break]
"Please.... please." Begging, whispered through split lips, his shoulders shake and he dips his head down.[break][break]
Temp feels one small, tiny tug of pity. The thought crosses his mind to turn to Walsh, ask to spare him. Punish him some other way.[break][break]
That feeling is squashed.[break][break]
Temp knows he could call out one of his pokemon for this. He had been training them to be killers. The upcoming battle would be their testing grounds. Yet somehow he doesn't want to waste the breath on that.[break][break]
Weapons are not something that Temp carries. If he can't end a fight with the satisfying feeling of flesh under his knuckles there isn't a point. Yet he isn't unarmed. A small, silver pocket knife is tugged from his pocket. It's an antique, faded with age but it shines with careful care. It had belong to his father, and his father, and back and back and back in Temp's bloodline.[break][break]
It is familiar with death. The blade is so sharp that Temp occasionally slices himself on the edge by accident. You needed to be quick when gutting a fish, which is what he used this for from time to time, as to not make it suffer or ruin the meat.[break][break]
The man wails. Temp repeats the steps to gutting a fish in his mind.[break][break]
1: Hold the fish still. It will wiggle and try to get away. This is normal.[break][break]
2: Press the blade to the softest part of it's belly. If it cries you ignore that. Sometimes the belly looks like a human throat.[break][break]
3: Sink the very tip in first. This will give you leverage.[break][break]
4: Use a hard, quick motion to slice open the fish in one quick line. Ignore the gurgling.[break][break]
Then the man drops on the ground, body twitching and shivering as a pool of red spreads. Temp is knelt down next to the body and looks over his red fingertips. The dripping blade of the knife. He feels distant and odd.[break][break]
bryan delarosa said that would be hard he thinks, fleeting. Had the Beast been lying or just mistaken?[break][break]
Because Temp was not like Walsh. He was not like Bryan. He was not like
Cillian Quinn.[break][break]
All of them were monsters. None of them were of the same breed as Temp.[break][break]
They had been, as far as Temp know, build up on pain and suffering and the harsh realities of death. Temp was a monster who was created from love. Gavin had seen all the grossest parts of him and instead of shying away and trying to retrain him like a dog, the other man had rewarded him for them. Gavin was his obsession. His treasure. Gavin had loved him into being a monster.[break][break]
So Temp's hands don't even shake after he's taken his first like. It is just a fact of life to him.[break][break]
The traitor would have betrayed them, which would have caused problems for Rocket, which would have caused problems for Gavin. Maybe even put his husband in danger. It was simple logic that he died.[break][break]
Temp wipes the blood on his pants and puts the knife away.[break][break]
To say he is unchanged is not true. The last thread of sanity had been fully snapped even if it is not as obvious as it is with others.[break][break]
Temp stands back up and turns to Declan. That same cheery smile comes onto his face. It is decorated with droplets of blood from his first kill.[break][break]
"Need me to grab anyone else?"[break][break]
Brown eyes crinkle upwards. Yet Walsh may be able to see it. A new type of madness in his eyes. One that can be used.[break][break]
One that is wholly engraved and invested in Rocket.
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