"In figuring it out, you would only do as you always have done. Mimic without substance. I will
be." Unmoved by its original's plight and claims, the clone finally just closed the distance and slammed its claws into his abdomen, dragging them down. Something slid wetly down his sides. It was very warm, for such a cold man.
The last thing Lawr would see would be America, beaming down at him with a fond expression, his clone in the distance behind her, meticulously cleaning his weapon. "Now don't you worry, honey, you'll live." Crouching down, she leaned her face close to his, her long hair brushing against his shoulders, "They'll say you fought real,
real hard to save 'em all. Gonna be proof in the pudding n'everything! So thing'sre gonna be 'lot easier now for you." And then she pats his groin, uncaring of the gore covering it, and winks, "And a lot harder."
There's a moment of consciousness, the team he'd been with on the ground, a hoarse, near dying whisper of Deus Ex Machina and the sense of an absence nearby.
Things crawl in and out of his wounds.
When Lawrence truly wakes up, it's in an infirmary room, one he'd later find out was part of underground labs. There's a lot of drugs and vomiting that will fill his next week to come, and a set of thin, perfect scars stretching down his middle, ending just before the point of castration that will be a reminder for years to come.
The story he is part of is simple: there was an attack, he'd very nearly died, there is one other survivor who he'd managed to save. For the moment, at least, his change in attitude and act of selfless sacrifice were enough to allow him a little more freedom, a little more trust from certain quarters.
baneful
Dmg: 15
Long Term Effect:
Lawr will find his libido increased dramatically. Should he bring up the change to one of the Life doctors, he'll learn the rest of what's been done to him. Bringing it up to Melvin will result in at least a partial reveal.
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