Prompt: write in the voice of a "rope about to snap"
He didn't know what to make of himself anymore. Was he human or beast? His appearance said beast, but his soul said otherwise.
He was human at some point – his aunt had told him about his mother (her sister) in one of her drunken rages. His mother had been human. As had his father. Why wasn't he?
It wasn't fair. He wasn't normal like the other guys. He had fucking scales and goddamn sharp teeth! Let's not forget he was the size of a high school kid at the age of ten! Good God, he could now pass as an adult!
Wait…he could pass for an adult…he could get out of here.
Fate had put a rope collar on him, but everyone knows that rope snaps. Especially around a crocodile.
Just a short drabble I thought up of when I read Killer Croc's bio. I was in a weird mood when writing it.