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[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 16: Bloodmoon’s Dawn

Warnings: strong language blood/gore, body horror, dead bodies, fire

Summary: Heisenberg searches for Juniper the morning after the hunt.

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Heisenberg trudged through the village. The sun had just started to rise in the pale dawn, the village trying to regroup after the Hunt.

He’d heard the gunshot, over the screams and howls. It made his blood run cold, fear and worry churning his gut into a mess.

The feeling didn’t leave him as he wandered the somber streets, the smell of blood and shit assaulting his nose.

But, above that, the horrid odor of burning hair and flesh rose with the wind. He rounded a corner to see a collection of men throwing bodies into a fire, the heat of it reaching his skin from that distance.

Most were Lycans, but there were a few dead and mangled villagers added to the blaze. Their fear of the dead turning spurred the villagers to burn both the creatures and the felled alike.

The thought of finding her on the pile….

He shook the thoughts away, trying to avoid the darkness that crept the corners of his brain.

He heard the wails of a woman, mourning a lost husband or son. He didn’t care to listen for details.

He continued along the street, looking into every fire for a familiar shape. His pale eyes scanning the charred bodies for anything resembling a varcalac alpha.

He sighed with relief when none were in the masses. Heisenberg had found her boots and coat discarded in the snow, her compass not far after. He deposited them in a safe location before searching the rest of the village.

The sound of bells echoed through the cold morning. He sneered, watching as the villagers began to flock towards the church. Mother Miranda, no doubt, was there to welcome them with promises of safety.

A few of the villagers stopped, falling to their knees before Heisenberg. Their voices were low and desperate mumbling for a mix or forgiveness and pity.

He reeled back a bit, before hurrying around them. He didn’t have time to waste coddling.

What he was looking for obviously wasn’t here anymore. He set his sights for the stronghold.

He walked the paths, over countless paw prints and bloody drag marks under his boots. The Lycans always retreated to the stronghold after hunts, to eat the dead they stole and to rest.

Heisenberg saw a few on the way, scrabbling around the rocks and tying up body’s for safekeeping.

The smell of gore was stronger as he entered the already opened doors, he could hear the creatures shuffling around within. If the villagers weren’t so fearful, they might have half a mind to torch this place.

He didn’t use caution as he strode through, the sound of his boots echoing off the ancient walls.

In a shadowy corner there was movement, something much bigger than a Lycan, and too bestial to be Urias.

He came forward, eyes adjusting to the darkness. His breath caught with relief: she was here and she was alive…

Juniper was still in her mutated form, laying bunched up along the old stone. Other Lycans and varcolacs were piled around, resting after the hunt.

Heisenberg stepped closer, seeing blood leak from a wound on her arm.

She raised her beastial head, a low growl coming from her chest.

“Hey now bitch, it’s me,” he lowered his voice, showing her his hands, “It’s Karl.”

She pulled her wounded leg closer, head dipping down. Her bloodied lips curled up as her wet nose twitched.

Sniffing at his offered hands, her hackles lowered.

Juniper leaned down and licked her wound gingerly.

Heisenberg knelt down by her, trying to look the leg over. It looked to be a bullet wound. Juniper’s tongue lathed it over, blood oozing out of the hole as soon as she licked it away.

“Got caught?” He frowned.

He could sense the metal still lodged in the flesh.

He reached out and gently touched her muzzle. Her multiple green eyes flicked up to him as she closed her unnaturally elongated jaws.

He scratched the bridge of her nose, easing as he watched her close her eyes.

There was a pleased rumble from her throat as she nuzzled into the contact.

“What I have to do is going to piss you off.” He admitted, worry etching into his features.

“Hies….en…” her voice croaked out, distorted and garbled in her mutated jaws.

He smiled weakly, “Yea, Doll. It’s me.”

“H….urt.” Her eyes of liquid green looked into his.

He squared his jaw, feeling a thorn in his chest.

“It’s going to get worse before it gets better.” He focused on the metal. Being as careful as possible, he began to dislodge the bullet with his powers.

Her form tensed, muscles bunched under the skin. She made a sound of warning, baring her teeth.

He didn’t waver, his eyebrows bunching with concentration. Suddenly, with a wet sucking sound, the bullet came free.

Heisenberg released it, the metal tinkling against the stone of the floor.

Juniper’s pointed ears came forward at the foreign sound. She sniffed the bullet with interest.

“Now what will we do with you?” He sighed, “Did you eat anyone?”

Juniper stood, shaking like a dog before padding closer to him. Her large head nudged him, causing Heisenberg to fall back on his butt.

She snuffled his shirt, pressing him down onto the stone.

He chuckled, trying to push her massive head away as her tongue came out.

She lapped at his face, her breath smelling of blood.

Heisenberg pushed her head to the side, “Damn, who's the nasty one now, bitch?”

She warbled pacing back into her spot, sitting down. Frowning, Heisenberg scratched his chin.

How to get her home?

He made a makeshift collar out of a piece of sheet metal folded in on itself, hooking a chain through it like a leash. Seeing her collared and chained sent a pang though him.

He frowned, his aggressive handling involving her throat still a stinging thorn in his mind.

He was surprised however how easily she followed the lead.

How much of her mind is left in this form?

He thought. Now that she was tired out and fully fed she was better behaved then the Lycans, padding after him as he led her out of the stronghold. The Lycans outside tilted their heads curiously as they passed.

Juniper’s back tendrils lazily flowed around her, like sea grass in the ocean current. They would sometimes bat into Heisenberg or disturb the snow covered branches overhead.

The trip back took much longer than expected. Heisenberg was forced to avoid the outskirts of the village entirely, making the way back longer anyways. Not to mention, in this form everything smelled new and interesting to Juniper’s sensitive nose. Heisenberg would get stopped every few feet by her shoving her face into a log or trying to scratch around in the dirt. It was akin to walking a large dog, he mused.

With the factory grounds in sight, his patience waned in wake of her most recent pit stop.

“Buttercup, you are really pissing me off.” He hissed, yanking on the chain. She whined, looking at him dejectedly as she padded up beside him.

Her head shot up, sniffing at the air. Her ears perked up as she looked towards the factory excitedly.

Heisenberg chuckled, “Yea, we’re going home.”

Before he could brace himself she went tearing off towards the factory, almost ripping the chain from his hands. He was forced to take a full run to keep up with her.

When they got to the fence he let go as she scrabbled over the top.

Falling off onto the other side with a thud, she looked at him expectantly.

The gate rattled open, as he walked through. He paused to ponder what to do with her now. He had hoped she would have changed back during the journey over, but her mutated form was locked in like a tick. She was also filthy, caked in a layer of blood and grime.

He led her to the back of the factory, practically having to push her onto the larger elevator. This was saved for when he had to transport larger scrap into the underbelly. But she should fit fine.

He took her to base level four.

Once there he hooked the chain to the wall, positioning her over some grates. She tugged at the bonds until she heard the sound of a faucet turning.

He came back brandishing an old rubber hose.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He said as he pointed the nozzle at her.

Heisenberg hosed her off, blood and mud washing away. The dirty water trickled away through the metal grates she stood over.

After he shut the water off, Juniper stood dripping and shivering. Her mane of dark curls, heavy and waterlogged, she resembled a drowned sheepdog.

“K-Ka….rl?” Her monstrous voice eked out. She pulled her twisted legs closer to herself as she shivered.

He frowned, “Yea, Yea…I know the water was cold.”

She gave a small whine like a dog, looking down.

“You should dry off soon, it’s warm here.” He soothed.  He made sure the ventilation system kicked on, forcing dry air though the lower sections of the factory.

He heard a hollow clinking sound, spinning around to find Juniper’s jaws biting at the large pipes. She pulled at them, shaking her monstrous head a bit.

“Hey!” Heisenberg shouted, “Don’t eat my shit!”

One of her many eyes flicked over to him as she continued.

He stomped closer, hearing a growl from deep in her chest.

“Hey!”

She paused for a moment, peering at him before starting to tug at the pipe again. He pulled on the chain, causing her to stumble back a bit with a whimper.

“Juniper, stop it!” He scolded her like a dog. She huffed.

He noticed the tendrils on her back began to recede, pulling into the bubbled flesh. Her scar also looks less angry.

Seeing her safe and starting to calm gave him time to think. Questions pooled around his head:

Miranda had to know Juniper could turn…but why was she testing the limits of it? Did she want to use her as a weapon or was it just more of her sick curiosity?

He didn’t know, but it made him feel sick. He hated seeing Juniper like this, twisted and bloodthirsty.

Seeing her start to get even a shadow of control over this form brought him some relief. If she could control it fully she’d be much less of a danger to herself.

Was it hunger related? Or just moon patterns, maybe?

The bloodmoon had definitely affected her much more deeply than any moon faze had prior. He scratched his beard, deep in thought.

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Every Rose Has It’s Thorn Pt 11

When my eyes fluttered open, I felt as if I were flying; weightless. But that feeling vanished amidst the searing pain that held my chest tight in its grasp. My lungs fought for oxygen but struggled with every breath, it was as if my skin had been spread so tight it was constricting each and every movement.

“Hush now, Y/N.” Dr. List’s face appeared above me, blurred and almost unrecognisable aside from the dark expression in his eyes. “It is time for you to rest, we have upgraded you slightly so that you will be more comfortable. Think of it as a reward for your survival.”

“What have you done to me?” I slurred; my mouth was dry – my lips clagging together with each word.

“Shush.” His hand moved to stroke my hair back from my sweat covered face, “sleep now, we will have ample time to talk once you are recovered.”

 Recovered. The word bounced around my head for weeks as I lay in the bed they had put me in. My chains had been replaced by three iron bands; one around each wrist and one thicker band wrapped around my throat. I presumed they were intended to stop me from using my powers and perhaps give a false sense of freedom in the process. I was weak, probably still too weak to move from the bed. My chest was tightly bandaged, which explained why I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath but most noticeably was the heat radiating beneath my skin – I felt alive. It was as if every nerve in my body had spent all of the years of my life asleep but suddenly a surge of electricity had brought them to life. Even the slightest touch of the bedsheets beneath my fingertips was enough to erupt a shock of buzzing and excitement.

 Against my better judgement, I swung my legs slowly to the side of the bed. My muscles ached and the limbs seemed far too heavy to be my own. The bruises I’d acquired throughout my time here were beginning to fade though; I allowed my fingertips to trace the remnants of the light purple splotches on my thighs – partially checking I could still feel my own skin. My bare feet came into contact with the cool floor and I tested my ability to move by flexing my toes and tensing my calf muscles. I was certainly still weak but I could feel an air of strength residing in my muscles that hadn’t been there before – or at least I didn’t think it had been there. I’d been trapped in this useless, iron-clad body for what felt like years…I’d grown used to feeling powerless but this felt different. I felt different. I pushed up off the bed and into a standing position, my legs trembling with the strain but still, I forced myself to remain upright. I cautiously moved one foot in front of the other, managing to take five steps before my knees buckled and I came crashing to the floor.

 I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the blank ceiling and fluorescent lights – blinking back newly formed tears as I tried to remember anything that could tell me what Dr. List had done to me to make me feel like this. I could remember the lab with the observatory…the cold water as they hosed me down. I remembered being naked, terrified, humiliated. I could definitely remember the pain as that pale blue hue and high pitched screech had consumed the room.

As I recalled everything that had happened to me whilst I had been held here, I could feel something mounting at the tips of my fingertips – the searing heat of my powers as they fought their way to the surface. I had no idea what Dr. List had done to me…but whatever it was, I was beginning to wonder if it would work in my favour. My mind drifted back to being held hostage by Colson, the iron chains he had wrapped around my ankle. I thought back to the last time I had seen him; I had asked him to tell everyone I was dead. A part of me wanted to believe he wouldn’t do that, but I knew better than to put trust in the God of Mischief. After finding out that Slim had lied to me all those years, there was a strong possibility no one was coming to rescue me from wherever I was. I would have to do this myself.

I focused all of my energy into the iron; I pictured it in the forefront of my mind as it split apart, freeing my wrists and neck with little effort. In reality, however, the bands remained solidly attached to me. I pushed harder and harder, garnering as much of that bitter fire I’d spent so many years trying to shove down. I thought about Loki.

 My skin started to burn hotter and I gritted my teeth against the pain, the smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from gagging. Without even noticing, I had clambered to my feet – my fists held tightly at my sides as the muscles tensed in my arms to the point I thought I might break something. My lungs filled with air and I released the most gut-wrenching scream I could muster from the pits of my stomach. The walls of the room shook as the chains, one by one, cracked and fell to the tiled ground. There was no time to take a minute to concentrate on what I had just done – instead, I moved to the large metal door across the room and held my hands out in front of me. A burst of energy pulsed from my hands, powerful enough to knock the door off its hinges and send me a few feet backward until I landed on my back.

“Well, apparently that worked,” I groaned as I pulled myself up from the floor and ran through the opening. The hallway was stark white and I had no idea which direction I was supposed to head in but my legs carried me forward as my jumbled brain tried it’s best to keep up. An alarm sounded above me and I grew distracted by the lights now flashing up a height. They knew I was out. With great difficulty I threw myself into a run, moving down what seemed like a never-ending hallway until I reached another door. I burst it open just as I had done moments earlier, only to come face to face with three guards armed with their own weapons.

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Slim burst through the doors of the lab, his hands trembling as he met the waiting gaze of the Avengers.

“What have you found?” He demanded, taking a stance at the end of the table.

“A massive change in the level of psionic energy here.” Baze moved a map over to Slim and pointed a finger to the exact location.

“How big are you talking?” Slim asked, his eyebrow raised in urgent curiosity.

“Enough to wipe out a so-called abandoned army base,” Baze replied. “Which this is, by the way.”

“Are we sure it’s her?” Slim added.

Baze rolled his eyes, “Well it’s either this or nothing.”

“Let's go,” Slim clarified, turning on his heal.

“Wait,” Ashleigh interrupted, causing Fury to spin back to face her.

“If you hadn’t already gathered, this is sort of urgent so if we could save the questions for the journey that would be ideal.” Slim’s tone was more irritated than usual but that didn’t stop Ashleigh.

“As much as this pains me to say, given the recent revelations about their relationship…I think we should take Colson.” Ashleigh’s statement was met with an abundance of confused stares, but Rook quickly stepped forward.

“I believe she is right,” Rook bellowed. “For some peculiar reason, Y/N  trusts my brother.”

“Absolutely not,” Slim yelled, “the last thing I want is for that asshole to make another run for it.”

“Y/N’s been held for months, Nick. Who knows what her state of mind is like…I don’t think we have another option here,” Ashleigh argued, her arms folded firmly across her chest.

“I give you my word, he will not escape,” Rook added with as much sincerity as he could muster given his uncertainty.

Slim ran the palm of his hand down his face, holding still for a few moments as he considered their argument.

“I’d just like to step in here and say I’m still not convinced of the whole Y/N, Colson thing…but if it means getting her out safe, I’m up for keeping reindeer games shackled en route.” Slim shrugged.

“Goddamn it,” he cursed as he left the room, throwing his arms up in the air.

“I’m taking that as an ok,” Baze confirmed, glancing towards the others.

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My arms lifted to shield myself as the glass shattered. I’d found the lab but something was telling me this was the first room in this entire house of horrors. I recognised the observatory and the peculiar machinery despite my foggy memory. I found a trolley and crouched down behind it as the sound of the guard’s footsteps grew closer.

 They burst through the door, the crimson light from their guns cutting through the darkness in the room. My heart was fighting against my bandaged chest and I couldn’t for the life of me catch my breath but I did my best to stay silent as I watched them search the lab. I concentrated on one of the chairs in the observatory, my eyes pulsing from the effort, erupting a sharp pain inside my skull. The chair clattered to the floor and every one of the guards pointed their weapon towards the noise.

“Go, go, go,” One of them ordered as they swiftly made their way up the twisted stairs to the observatory. I took this as my chance and made my way towards the door, trying to stay crouched down as I pulled it open and slipped out into another hallway. It was darker this time and my eyes were struggling to focus. Within seconds, the lights flickered on and I found myself inside what looked like a basement. It had brick walls and smelled like damp; there was a dripping coming from the far corner…but it was what was in front of me that sent shivers down my spine.

“Oh Y/N,” Dr. List tutted, feigning disappointment. I sensed the agents behind me without having to look over my shoulder. Their guns rattled against their uniform as they aimed at my back.

“It appears we’ve come to a sort of, stalemate,” He continued, walking closer to me.

“What did you do to me?” I asked, my wrists and neck aching where the iron constraints had been.

“We opened you up,” Dr. List mused, holding his hands out in front of him as his eyes moved over every inch of me. “Look at you, you’re perfect.”

I frowned, trying to take in his words but I was still completely confused as to why me managing to escape my cell was perfect to him.

“So this was it? Your great plan was to make me more powerful and what? I would be so grateful that I would immediately just, do your bidding?” I began to grow very aware of the agents behind me as they pressed their weapons into my back and neck – ready to assassinate me at any given moment.

“Something like that, yes,” Dr. List replied with a shrug. “You’ve never really had a family, Y/N. Now you have been reborn, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone looking after you? Caring for your wellbeing? After all, we have all done our very best to bring you to the peak of your abilities.” His voice was so smooth and calm, but there was a tremor of anxiety wavering in the background. He’d never expected me to escape the cell, never expected me to get this close to him.

“You’re offering me what? A father?” I laughed through bitter tears and no matter how hard I tried to sound confident and dangerous…I was still terrified.

“Well I did create you, did I not?” He mused.

I shook my head, resulting in the guns behind me being pushed harder against my spine. “You didn’t create me.” I swallowed, glancing briefly at the ground as my brow furrowed.

“I orchestrated your rebirth, Y/N,” Dr. List clarified with a smile, taking a further step towards me.

“This isn’t my rebirth.” My voice was steadier now, despite the threat of instant death standing behind me. “This is my awakening…and I don’t need a father for that.”

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