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“Would you think me thoughtless if I thought less of myself from time to time
Or if I knowingly
Willingly lost what’s left of my mind.”
Scent.
The most primal information signal to all living creatures.
It could signal love, fear, danger, lust.
Death.
For Jacob, all manner of scents assaulted his senses.
A cacophony of feelings and thoughts flooding his overcrowded mind and then-
One particular smell caught, fixated his thoughts.
*No, my warrior. Don’t be so reckless*
The echo of his wife carried through his mind as she warned him not to rush off.
Jacob could think of nothing else.
His mind brimming blood and anger, his heart drumming his ears.
If he hadn’t been wearing a helmet his ears and nose would have flushed deep red through his white coat, his already red eyes a much deeper hue.
Reflexively his left hand flinched, his claws loudly popping out of hiding.
Then he became a blur of movement and death as he ran down the person who most occupied his hatred.
The one who’d ordered his family to be executed on the promenade, the one who’d laughed as he’d tried to shield his wife and daughter.
He could hear nothing aside the drumming in his ears, certainly not the demonic howl he was letting out nor his wife’s pleas inside his head.
No, his was a mind so focused on bringing death and retribution that nothing else was even considered among all of existence.
Chaos reigned as his form blew through the lines of the enemy, their panic giving his friends and remaining family an opening through which to push an assault.
His quarry turned out of curiosity to look at the commotion coming his way.
He wasn’t disappointed.
His eyes beheld the very image of death bearing down on him at a top running speed approaching 45 miles an hour.
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“And the world is cold
But it’s beautiful
I wish you were here now
I miss your soul
But you lost your light
When the darkness called
But I stand here waiting
The last to fall”
The induced sound of tortured energy tearing through vessels outside the station rang through the floors and walls.
Jacob was happy that someone had at least gotten to the gate and thrown a wrench into it for the time being.
Presently he was dropping from above down onto some panicked enemy who strangely were not expecting a rabbit to be attacking them on a station populated by rabbits.
Curious, that.
*Be careful,love. Don’t get overconfident and careless.*
The echo of his wife chimed in bringing him back into focus.
Somehow he’d painted the immediate area with blood and body parts.
“What the?!” a genuinely horrified voice screamed to his left.
Jacob, looking for all the world like a supernatural serial killer from a movie heaved the body he was holding overhead and threw it at the interlopers in an uncalculated move of distraction and demoralization.
He was on them in a second immediately after, a flurry of claw and gunfire as he tore through them.
He thought he must have been more injured than he originally thought as he couldn’t recall the details of his actions, it was as if moving in a dream.
Or being a passenger in his own body.
Snippets of the action were coming through to his conscious thoughts, impressions really.
Nothing completely solid to pin onto or hold.
*Daddy?*
Jacob stopped short.
He looked at his hands, dripping and shaking from adrenaline and injury, decorated with the gore of a hundred souls.
He looked out the windows he had wandered close to in time to watch the main attacking vessel depart with the abducted onboard.
Bloody handprints smeared the glass as he raged, a small white piteous figure against the blackness of space.
“Command, teleport is down! We can’t get out!” that came from nearby.
Jacob slowly walked close to the source as a loud bang was heard, flickering lights ominously underscored his movement.
“Nor will you.” he said.
And the lighting failed completely.
Frantic weaponfire pierced the shadows, tellingly growing less and less until finally silenced.