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[Feb 3] [Dog Soldiers] Getting the Timing Right
Title: Getting the Timing Right
Day/Theme: Feb. 3 - “Hell hath no limits"
Series: Dog Soldiers
Character/Pairing: Wells
Rating: PG
Wells really didn’t know how this could be any worse. They had all been had. They were betrayed. Used. Trapped. His men were dying. His enemy was growing stronger by the minute.
As am I. He didn’t know how he was sure but he was. He could sense malicious power brewing in Ryan. He was aware of something similar stirring to life within himself. That was the cruelest possible twist of the knife. Even if any of his men survived the monsters outside, and Ryan, the worst betrayal would be when their own commander turned on them.
I’ll kill them. It made Wells cringe harder than being disemboweled had. He would hurt his own men. Frighten them. Kill them. Force one of them to kill him. That was the best case scenario, and he knew how having to kill your own could damage a soldier.
There was no end to the pain that this was going to bring. The devil knew his work. Wells thought again of his old friend’s tattoo and grimaced. There’s not going to be to anything left of me, he thought. Not even an inked scrap of flesh. If I can end it before it gets to that…
But then he heard Ryan’s snide growl and felt a snarl twitch along his own lip. He had to live long enough to remove that particular threat, but not long enough to be a threat to his own.
Day/Theme: Feb. 3 - “Hell hath no limits"
Series: Dog Soldiers
Character/Pairing: Wells
Rating: PG
Wells really didn’t know how this could be any worse. They had all been had. They were betrayed. Used. Trapped. His men were dying. His enemy was growing stronger by the minute.
As am I. He didn’t know how he was sure but he was. He could sense malicious power brewing in Ryan. He was aware of something similar stirring to life within himself. That was the cruelest possible twist of the knife. Even if any of his men survived the monsters outside, and Ryan, the worst betrayal would be when their own commander turned on them.
I’ll kill them. It made Wells cringe harder than being disemboweled had. He would hurt his own men. Frighten them. Kill them. Force one of them to kill him. That was the best case scenario, and he knew how having to kill your own could damage a soldier.
There was no end to the pain that this was going to bring. The devil knew his work. Wells thought again of his old friend’s tattoo and grimaced. There’s not going to be to anything left of me, he thought. Not even an inked scrap of flesh. If I can end it before it gets to that…
But then he heard Ryan’s snide growl and felt a snarl twitch along his own lip. He had to live long enough to remove that particular threat, but not long enough to be a threat to his own.