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Freya did not want to be here. She already knew she was in danger, and her psyche was cracking with every second she was alone in this twisted, demented place. The fact that she was a swan didn't help matters - this was all some terrible, confusing dream. No, it was too real to be a dream. She wished it was just a dream.

She wished she could wake up right about now.

Walking into a patch of flowers was a nice change. She fell upon them, curling her long neck around her body and trying to keep her eyes open. A deep breath rose her body up, and she was filled with purpose. Destiny, even. She had to make it out of here; that much was certain. She had a purpose..

And she had an enemy.

Before the false reapers had come and turned her world upside down, Freya's life had been happier. Everything had been perfect. She could have been perfect, with Herryk, forever.. if they hadn't locked her up and tortured her until she broke.

She could have been perfect.

Freya rose from the flowerbed, her neck dipped in a curve, and a bright look in her eye. She had a purpose, all right. If she could kill all of them, she could be perfect again. She could be happy again. Herryk would be happy again. Hel..

Hel could never be happy, now that she'd lost her wings. The thought boiled Freya's blood, and sent her moving forward.

It felt good to have a purpose.

Jerry finally snatched up his glasses in his tiny talons, slipping them up his beak just as Jordan rematerialized in a crouch. Rep's words surprised him, genuinely full of worry... those scars- that fourth cat was Harrison? Did he get a bee in the eye?

Painfully aware he was on his last threads and the only bird in a nest of cats he tried to flutter a few feet closer, but pain shot up his scratched and singed and impaled wing and he made due with attempting to hop with a wince, "What happened? We weren't apart for that long... "Shards? But I found one and I feel fine. A bit ah..." He twitched, one eye blinking and then the other, "Electricingly..."

He tensed as Sammy closed in, but was wary to approach any of the felines further, especially if they were acting oddly.

"No," Harrison yowled, "no no no," he wasn't okay. Why was Rep over here, to rub it in? And Jordan was dead...and maybe they would both die over and over again and he wanted some quiet but the whole world was lit up with those weird lights everywhere and he hated them- He hissed again, swatting at Rep with his claws, and then trying to bite and kick B0nez off of his collar.

Harrison ripped his teeth away from B0nez to return the catty shriek. The noise was unearthly, and sounded like a mix between a siren and a scream. How dare he threaten him, after everything he'd done? He felt attacked, afraid, angry, terrified-

He hated the lies, and pretending, from backstabbers and all the bastards who'd done him wrong and were just looking for the next available opportunity to off him- it would be him next, he'd be dead and he wouldn't come back, and there'd be no one to finish his Task... he had to do it alone. B0nez felt like a millstone, like he had somebody's hands around him strangling him already. And sure, of course Rep wanted to keep him there- bastards, they were all-

He set on Rep in full force, tearing his claws and teeth into anything he could find, fur, neck, face, past words and only wanting to destroy and tear into something.

On the ground a strange herd of minipets charged through...






From on high, a dark figure watched the fighting below with gleaming eyes and a sharp, dangerous smile.

Harrison ended all the annoying fluttering with a very final crunch.

Then he pushed away from Rep with a vicious kick and latched on to one of the hooded foxfires, ripping into them for interrupting, ********, nobody would let him do his job...

Defending? B0nez said dryly. Trying to gnaw him off had been stupid, mostly. He could just respawn right back again.

Even in his hatred and with a mouthful of fur, this gave Harrison a slight pause.