"A wild animal, when caught in a trap, will sever its own limb if it means it will get to escape. The coyote bitten by steel teeth knows nothing but to wrap its jaws around its leg to get free, the climber under the boulder knows only to drag his pocket knife across his arm until he is clawing up the slope one-handed. Hydra's new toy is much the same, single-minded, a desperate hand against cold metal and scar tissue that forms too quickly, clawed fingers raked against raw flesh over and over and over. Steadily the blood falls, in beads that slip between the plates of the machinery the creature seeks to shake."
[text by dangerwr1tes;
art by vstormcloud]




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