Tim just felt unwell, thank you very much. He wasn't a monster, he was a human plain and simple. As of late, however, he was beginning to think otherwise.
It was a few days after the holiday he had spent with friends.
Beacon was finishing rebuilding.
Everything, for once, was coming back to as close as it got to 'normal.'
But sadly enough, the words of his masked self were coming back to haunt him.
you've always locked away your animal impulses. well, guess what? they're coming out now, and nothing can lock them away again.
It started quietly. Little changes, things nobody would notice if they weren't paying attention.
He became fiercer in battle, less controlled and more.. in a word, feral. Ironwood, oddly enough, not only allowed it but encouraged it. But it was as if some primal instinct took him over, as if his weapon desired blood.
His senses became sharper. If someone were to whisper two rooms over, he would hear it. His night vision was immaculate, enough that even in the pitch black of their dorm he could see Evan moving around.
He became more irritable. Noah and Evan quickly learned to take their pranks elsewhere if they valued not getting their ass kicked.
Caught and Jay, out of them all, were the only ones that could sense Tim's growing concern.
This escalated until a few weeks later.
They were sleeping in their dorm.
Tim's eyes flicked open, glowing amber. There was an instinct, deep in his head, that reverberated through every vein of his blood.
tear noah's throat out. you are a monster, he is prey. your claws are sharp, your fangs are bared. embrace it all, the thrill of the chase. hunt.
Oh, fuck, did he try to fight it. He screamed against it, writhed and spat but his hands were bound. Suddenly the impulses washed over him like a wave. Now he wanted it, wanted it all. That dark desire had its teeth in his throat and he wanted to tear Noah apart.
He found himself stalk down the ladder and land at Noah's bedside. He couldn't stop himself, but he wanted to taste blood so badly it ached.
He could hear his own heart pounding in his chest. Noah's breathing was slow, he was asleep, and Tim knew that at this very moment he could rend the flesh from Noah's bones and nobody would know.
The very thought of tasting Noah's flesh made Tim's mouth water. Not one bit of disgust arose at the thought.
In the dark now, he had Noah's fate in his hands. This was power he had and it felt intoxicatingly good.
noah is weak. asleep. it would be so easy. to devour his heart. he would never awake again. kill him. do it, do it, do it-
Tim fell to his knees. His throat was choked up. "I can't do it.. I can't kill you, Noah."
His eyes faded to brown as Noah woke up and stepped towards Tim.
"Tim.. Why are you crying? Did you have another nightmare again?" Noah asked, clearly unaware of the fact that he was very nearly Tim's main course for the evening.
Author's Note: You thought I was done, eh? You're wrong! I'm still updating this fic. Been busy, very busy indeed, got a few projects planned. :)
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