[ By listen he means turn your brain ears on because he is now vividly remembering, in excruciating detail, the night he fell.
He was in the middle of a fight with a man yelling Japanese at him, but he didn't understand any of it. The man has a sword, though, and was trying to kill him; Miguel had been trying to rescue Kasey, but he's not even sure where she went. Did she get out? Does it matter?
Starting a fight inside of Alchemax was such a bad idea, but he didn't know what else to do.
The fight is excruciating. Miguel fights raw, not having any training and only a couple days with this new body. A body he still despises. A body he associates with Alchemax. He doesn't know how to use it, except to hit hard, and to hit fast.
It's not working though, Alchemax security is pouring in, and one particular man is screaming obscenities at him. But the man he's fighting ignored Alchemax, and—Miguel just wanted to get him away.
He hates fighting. He's been forced to defend himself so much lately.
But getting the man away from him isn't what happened. Instead, his claws were extended, sharper than razors, and his swipe turned lethal, slicing open the man's throat by accident.
Miguel's mind goes blank, and he tries to say he didn't mean to— until the entirety of the security force watching starts blasting him with every weapon they have. Monster, he's called. Freak, they scream. And they're right.
Maybe he's not as much of a monster as some of the people he's fought. But he felt that label to his core at that moment. ]
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No? Let's try something. Listen up.
[ By listen he means turn your brain ears on because he is now vividly remembering, in excruciating detail, the night he fell.
He was in the middle of a fight with a man yelling Japanese at him, but he didn't understand any of it. The man has a sword, though, and was trying to kill him; Miguel had been trying to rescue Kasey, but he's not even sure where she went. Did she get out? Does it matter?
Starting a fight inside of Alchemax was such a bad idea, but he didn't know what else to do.
The fight is excruciating. Miguel fights raw, not having any training and only a couple days with this new body. A body he still despises. A body he associates with Alchemax. He doesn't know how to use it, except to hit hard, and to hit fast.
It's not working though, Alchemax security is pouring in, and one particular man is screaming obscenities at him. But the man he's fighting ignored Alchemax, and—Miguel just wanted to get him away.
He hates fighting. He's been forced to defend himself so much lately.
But getting the man away from him isn't what happened. Instead, his claws were extended, sharper than razors, and his swipe turned lethal, slicing open the man's throat by accident.
Miguel's mind goes blank, and he tries to say he didn't mean to— until the entirety of the security force watching starts blasting him with every weapon they have. Monster, he's called. Freak, they scream. And they're right.
Maybe he's not as much of a monster as some of the people he's fought. But he felt that label to his core at that moment. ]