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Broken Wings and Shattered Screams

WING AU: Brian Thomas Centric

Trigger/Content Warnings: angst, mentions of suicidal thoughts, semi-graphic torture, bodily mutilation, dead dove: do not eat, DONT READ IF YOU CANT HANDLE

Word Count: 2094 words

Tags: @shreeader @charl13x (if you wanna be added, let me know)

It was supposed to be a normal recon mission. Brian had done this for years. He'd sneak around, making sure no one got too close to flock territory and kill those who did. That or lead hunters away and then kill them. Either way, Brian was one of the best of the best scouts and killers of the group. He knew how to travel mostly undetected and he could kill someone in complete silence.

Normally, flock rules were to always have someone with you. A buddy system, if you will. Hoody tended to work better alone or only work with Masky. As Brian would work with Tim. However, Tim was busy with his family and helping the flock adjust to their new home thanks to hunters infiltrating their last home. Both Brian and Hoody wanted revenge.

Thankfully, Alex stood up and convinced Tim to let Brian go alone, saying he had survived seven years alone. Brian could handle a simple recon mission. Tim had a bad feeling in his gut, but he let Brian go anyway. Only, Brian never came back.

Hoody followed a group of hunters, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. His wings lightly bristled in the wind, gently brushing some leaves. A smile crept onto his face and he pounced. An animalistic screech rang out followed by the sound of flesh being ripped apart before it all went silent.

“Tim!” Jay called, anxiously, blue and gray wings fluttering nervously. He, Alex, and Tim were on a mission to find Brian. He should have returned by then. “I found something!”

Tim ran over, footsteps thumping along the ground. “It had better be good,” he growled, protective instincts flaring. There was a reason he was known as Papa Birb Tim. “What the hell did you find?”

“Umm, Tim, calm down,” Jay nervously said, moving his wing to the side to reveal blood, Brian’s torn hoodie, and a note. Tim’s wings flared out with silent rage. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down, Jay!” Tim bellowed. Jay shrank back.

“Tim, Brian’s most likely still alive,” Alex snapped, black wings tightly folded behind his back. “Don’t shoot the messenger. Jay just found this. If anything, be mad at me. I convinced you to let Brian go alone.” He squatted down and looked over the note, facial expressions grim. “Fuck.”

Brian screamed, pulling against the chains that secured his arms above his head. His wings violently flapped, slamming against the wall behind him, adding to the pain in his back. He snarled and snapped at anyone who got close to him, teeth clicking as they snapped together. He squirmed and tugged at the chains, metal digging into the flesh of his wrists.

“Well, well, well,” Doctor Harrison drawled, walking toward Brian, looking from the man to his clipboard. “Brian Thomas,” he clicked his pen. “You’ve been quite the thorn in my side. But don’t worry. This could all be over soon. Did you leave the note, my dear?”

“Yes, I did, Doctor,” Nurse Chaplan nodded with a gleeful smile. She waved to Brian. “Miss me?” Brian growled and spat at her. She narrowed her eyes.

“Now now,” Harrison spoke, interrupting the hostility. He glared at his nurse and ordered her to go check on some tests. As she left, he turned and harshly grabbed Brian’s chin, forcing him to look the doctor in the eyes. “Here’s the deal, Brian,” he cooed, eyes flashing dangerously. “You can get out of here safe and sound if your friends get here in time. If not,” he glanced back at his surgical equipment. “If not, then we are going to have a lot of fun.”

Brian’s eyes were blown wide and his wings subconsciously shuddered in fear. He forced himself to keep calm and not hyperventilate. Harrison let go of him and stepped back, jotting down notes onto his clipboard.

They had to come for him. They had to. Brian looked at the clock across the room, the hands and the ticking seemed to haunt him. With each passing minute, Brian lost a little hope. Twenty minutes to six o’clock. His arms hurt from being held above his head for so long. The operating room was cold. Too cold for Brian.

His mind wandered back to the past. He remembered Tim always acting annoyed when he’d go to bed alone and wake up with everyone in his nest. He remembered Jay being in his bird form, sitting on Jessica’s shoulders whenever she would go into town for food and supplies. Alex would always help where he was needed, part of him still working on forgiving himself for falling victim to the Operator. Everyone had long forgiven him, but Alex still had to forgive himself. Brian didn’t know he had started crying until he heard the teardrops hit the floor.

Ten minutes left. Tim pushed himself to fly faster. He traveled through intervals of running and flying. Jay and Alex struggled to keep up with him. Tim had to get Brian before he was killed. Brian was Tim’s first and only true friend. Tim remembered how they first met. Both bumped into each other when their two highschools had their graduation parties at the same complex. They ended up ditching the party to hang out at Applebee’s. Then, it all just happened.

Rain clouds gathered in the sky, light droplets falling to the earth. Soft thunder rolled in the distance and the pitter patter of the droplets hitting the leaves and puddles almost helped to calm the trio's nerves. Almost. Less than five minutes. Alex narrowed his eyes and pushed his tired, sore limbs harder.

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Brian's entire body flinched as Doctor Harrison and Nurse Chaplan returned, both gleefully eyeing the surgical equipment. A pit of anguish and betrayal grew in Brian's stomach. They…they didn't come. Tears brimmed Brian's baby blue eyes.

"It's okay to cry," Harrison faked sympathy. "This is going to be very, very painful." He picked up a saw and handed Nurse Chaplan a pair of large tweezers. "Oh, such a shame your friends didn't come. I guess you're not as important as you think you are."

"Shut up!" Brian screamed, eyes blazing with fury. Those were the first words he had spoken since he got there. Hoody tried to take control back from Brian, but Brian's fear and stubbornness wouldn't let him. "SHUT UP!"

"Ooh, touchy subject," Chaplan giggled. "It was only a matter of time before your usefulness ran out and they'd leave you alone."

Brian shook his head. "No, no, no, you're wrong!" He snapped, lunging forward, chains clanging as they held Brian back. He clenched his fists and pulled with all of his strength. He hissed in pain as the irritated flesh burned as the metal dug deeper.

"Keep screaming," Harrison chuckled, shaking his head. "No one will hear you. Are you ready for our fun to begin?"

"I won't tell you anything," Brian hissed, glaring daggers at the two. Despite being abandoned, Brian was still loyal. He wouldn't destroy his friends because he's suffering. "Do your worst!" he spat.

"Oh," Chaplan cupped Brian's face with her hand, tweezers in her other hand. "We plan to." Brian went to bite her and, quick as flash, she snatched her hand back. She pushed a button on the wall and the chains lowered Brian's hands enough for her to reach them without being uncomfortable.

Brian screeched and tried to keep his hands away from her. Her nails dug into his palms and his talons came out. "No, no, please!" Brian whimpered, realization dawning. "Don't do this…AHHH!" He wailed as she yanked a talon out. Blood spurt onto her face and arms, but she didn't care. Brian's body jerked and tensed, throat raw from dehydration and pained screams. Blood dropped down to the tiled floor. Brian's knees gave out and he hung from his arms, tears streaming down his face.

"Hmm, I figured you'd have more of a pain tolerance," Chaplan hummed, cleaning the tweezers before going to the next hand. Brian weakly struggled and sobbed. "Oh, don't do that. I promise to be gentle." A sickening snap rang out as the next five talons were ripped out.

Black spots danced across Brian's vision. His hands burned and stung. Blood covered his hands and floor beneath him. His fingers were now shorter. The fight had left his body. He tried to fight as he was manhandled into a lying position. His boots and socks were forced off. "Please, stop," he whispered, throat shredded from screaming. He banged his head back against the cement. His mind flashed back to the fall and he struggled again. Pain spread through his wings that were pinned beneath him.

"Ten more to go, Brian," Chaplan cooed. "You're doing so well." She started the process again.

"Go to hell," Brian spat blood to the side. He cried out as Harrison harshly kicked his side. "Don't be rude, Brian. This is to better you." He laughed as Brian screamed. Ten more snaps rang out over the span of a few minutes. Chaplan's face, hands and arms were drenched with blood.

Brian's eyes rolled to the back of his head, the pain too much to bear. Yet, he wasn't granted the sweet release of unconsciousness. They forced him to stay awake. He barely registered being forced into standing position, feet in white hot agony. Only when his wings were pulled to full length did he perk up.

"No, no, no, not that!" Desperation filled his voice, eyes wide with pain and horror. "Please, no! I'll do anything! Anything!" He screeched. "Tim help please!" he sobbed, head drooping. "Alex, Jay, anyone, please! TIM!" He screamed and struggled, eyes bulging as air was forced from his hand. Harrison punched Brian's gut again.

"Quiet, this will soon be over, Brian." He took the surgical saw and stepped behind Brian. "Feel free to scream as loud as you can." He pressed the blade to the root of Brian's wing.

A bloodcurdling, anguished scream rang out. Brian's body went limp, all energy and fight gone. Blood splattered everywhere. Pain clouded his vision and mind. Brian begged for Tim to save him. He apologized and screamed, praying Tim would come save him. But, no one came. Two weights were lifted from his back.

"I thought you could have screamed louder," Harrison shrugged, dropping the two wings in front of Brian, forcing the man to look at what was taken from him. Brian sobbed, body sagging. "Shame." He gripped Brian's face. "Your mother did." Brian wailed, eyes full of hatred and agony.

"Chaplan, send the bill to Andrew. I'm sure he'd love to pay for this," Harrison manically grinned. "I'll tell your father you said thank you," he taunted before pushing Brian back. The chains let him go and Brian's head hit the floor, allowing him to finally go unconscious.

—

The rain washed away the blood that pooled under Brian's body. He couldn't move, body too spent to do anything but feel pain. Tears mixed with rain water slid down his cheeks. He peeled his eyes open and stared up at the clouds. The ground beneath his body was muddy and soft. Brian prayed for death. He wanted to die. Then the pain would go away. Then, Tim and the others wouldn't have to worry about him anymore.

He barely registered someone crying out and pulling his body into their lap. Brian made a soft noise of pain. The other hugged him tightly, whispering apologies. " 'im," Brian's words slurred together. " 'm sorry, 'm sorry. Tr'ed t' fight ba…back." Brian slipped back into unconsciousness.

Tim sobbed harder. He gently held Brian close and attempted to bring him back to the Flock. He blamed himself for being late. He, Alex, and Jay had gotten there at 6:04, but Brian was gone. Back at the Flock, Brian was treated by Amy and Sarah, both trying to keep their tears to a minimum. The whole night was a horrible nightmare.

Afterwards, Brian was placed in the middle of the cuddle pile. Tim held Brian. Surrounded by family and comfort, dull blue eyes opened, but it wasn't Brian who woke up. Hoody glared at the ceiling thinking of all the ways he could imagine to torture and kill Harrison, Chaplan, and Brian's father.

Brian Thomas died that day. Hoody failed to protect him. Now, Hoody wanted revenge. And revenge is what he will get. A cruel smile crept onto his face. Yes, Hoody would avenge Brian and every other Winged who suffered at Harrison's hand.

#kat writes #marble hornets #wing au #brian thomas #timothy wright #minor alex kralie and jay merrick #not for the faint of heart #i had too much fun writing this #I fully blame shree #look what you did #look what you made me do #anyway #enjoy!#please dont kill me for this #i have a family

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