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The incredible weight forced upon him, then to be slapped around like a ragdoll effortlessly by the tiger was humiliating to be so weak and terrifying to witness death incarnate. Claws that could have easily tear him sunk into the flesh of his shoulders, holding him into place. The horrid stench of death was rank on Jamal’s breath as Jordan turned his head. A wincing expression of pain and fear made him more prey than ever. He shook like a leaf, gasping for breath to even exhale with the escalating terror. Jordan couldn’t have left Alec alone. That’s not who he was. If he survived the engagement, then perhaps others could hear of the selfless act that threw him into the face of danger to save a fellow subject. Perhaps then he could prove himself to be more than a pawn to the labs. But, for all his foolishness, he was currently serving as a distraction for the shark… for as long as that could last.

He didn’t have to be told to scream as those claws dug deeper into his flesh, tearing his flesh in sadistic enjoyment to the tiger. He was on his knees, unable to beg for mercy. The searing pain shot through every nerve and he saw red, not in anger, but in the fear of his own demise. His fate was uncertain and he hoped that he wouldn’t die in the jungle.

“AUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!” he screamed to the top of his lungs.

"What was dat?" Jamal practically cooed at Jordan, his claws sunk deep into his writhing flesh? "I ain't sure I hurd ya righ'..."

He forced more of his weight onto his victim, holding him firmer to the ground so Jordan couldn't wriggle free. In doing so, his line of sight was not that which he could easily see Alec, but he could hear movement. An ear twisted around to face the noise of scuffling grass and the tiger growled.

"You ain't learned nothin' have ya, fish?" he said, directing it to Alec but his gaze firmly locked onto Jordan's face. "Mo' fun fo' me then. Two fo' one!" Had Jamal not been so cocky, he might have realized just how close Alec was and how well along his transformation he had been. The tiger had no experience with sharks and Jamal didn't assume that Alec's teeth might be well formed by now.

Every sound seemed amplified to the sharkboy not as noise itself but more as the vibrations they made as they passed through air, soil, every medium surrounding them. The growls shook his ribcage and the wrenching screams his his eardrums pound. The level of fear was unspeakable but he seemed almost dulled to it. With every crunch of bones and sinister, malicious taunt from Jamal his fear was pushed farther and farther to the back of his mind. Anger was slowly creeping in to replace the vacancy, like an infection spreading in his brain that could do no good given the current situation. Finally, levels peeked.

"Burn n' Hell, J'mal!" The boy spat out, sneering as the tigerman directed a comment towards him. He was no longer thinking straight, back puffing in a display to communicate his clear aggitation. Before he knew it, he was up on his knees, flinging the metal contraption at Jamal's side with inhuman capability. He knew it would do little good but if nothing else, it would hopefully get him off of Jordan long enough for the man to recover. No thought was given to what could or would happen as a result of the thoughtless counter-attack.

Jamal was a sick b*****d for taking such sadistic delight in the wanton act against what had been perceived as prey, even laughing as so many bones gave way to the ever-increasing pressure. The pain had surpassed any conceivable threshold, with the force compacting his insides, vital organs compressed against fracturing ribs. Truly, he was helpless against the monster tiger- all three knew that. Undoubtedly, the vital statistics received by the monitoring guards, from within the safety labs would be alarming, as he was losing the battle to hold onto consciousness. His eyes fluttered and his head felt clouded. Jordan’s vision blurred, stricken by wooziness. The world was fading. He wasn’t coherent by this point, nor did he realize how or why he’d been released, only feeling his body collapse under the weight and on broken, shattered bones throughout his battered body. The last thing that he would see before passing out was Alec, as Jordan tried to reach out for him, only to have his arm fall limply with a thud as he gasped a wordless breath, coughing up blood that trailed down his face, when unconsciousness took him.

Jamal managed to free himself with a great deal of fuss and heaved the chair furiously to the side with a loud bang and clatter, his chest heaving as he swiped at his face to clear the dirt from his eyes.

"Gonna...tear ya ta pieces...bone b' bone..." he threatened in low tones, his english sounding even more broken than it had originally been when he first arrived. The disuse of human speech combined with his enlarged teeth and changed jaw structure made conversation tedious; it hardly mattered, who was there to talk to out in the jungle anyway? Still, the meaning was quite clear.

He wiped his muzzle with the back of a bloody hand, checking for injury and smearing frothed saliva against stray dirt before shifting fully to a four-legged crouch. Jamal only rested a moment in this position, then began a slow, methodical approach, claws biting firmly into the dirt for traction as he headed for Alec. His shadow ominously threw itself over the shark boy.

"Gonna start wit' yer eyes...pick 'em out wit' ma claws..." he muttered in a strange calm, almost conversational-like.

Jamal offered no verbal response to Alec's challenge, opting instead for action over words. Claws out, teeth bared, muscles taut, he flew abruptly at the sharkboy with furious snarl, aiming for the other's face to sink his weaponry into. The thin hold of reason that Jamal had left had long ago snapped, leaving him crazed and murderous.

Alec was rewarded both with wrenching claws into his body, not without difficulty, but also a snarling yowl of pain as the boy's sharp teeth buried themselves into a thigh. This was extremely unexpected and an entirely new sensation. He had never been latched onto like this. Shot at, yes...bitten, no.

He spasmed in pain, releasing his holds, and instinctively slapped one of his skillet-sized hands into Alec's face with the claws out, trying to get him to release the hold by going for the eyes.