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     Gabriel felt and saw nothing. He heard. He heard his father, laughing, heard his father promising the end of days. He heard his daughter pleading, crying for him. He heard his mother. sheisresponsibleshediditkillherKILLHERKILLHERKILLHER He heard this and he heard the echoing reverberations of the piano wire, crashing through his senses and severing feeling as it had reason. Iskata’s hands cut a pattern over his body, clawed at his chest, and he might have been bleeding except he felt nothing. He saw nothing. All he did was hear. And Gabriel, as he had been taught, heard and obeyed.
     They hit the ground and his forelegs hit the ground, held him steady. His back feet were two pistons out of time, kicking wildly, blinding cutting at the soft underbelly where the soul lived. His teeth continued to snap, now covered in a froth of white foam which had just begun to redden. He would find his mark. Before the end of this that fucking noise would stop.






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