Written for rattyjol's prompt at comment_fic on LJ: Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Rated T for non-graphic mentions of torture.
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He's glad they trapped him as a rat: it lets him be sneaky. They don't deserve the silent, neat death a golden eagle would bring. He'll crawl in under their defences and chip away at their arrogance, their unity. They broke his dreams, now he wants to break them.
He wants to hear Jake scream for his mom, see Tobias' wings sizzle. He wants the satisfaction of denying Cassie's pathetic appeals to his better nature. He wants to wipe that damn smirk off Marco's face and hold a sword to the Andalite's throat until he trembles.
And he wants Rachel dead. Beautiful, volatile Rachel. He'll save her for last.