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direwombat · 7 months

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tagged by @aceghosts, and @socially-awkward-skeleton on this wip of a wednesday (tysm <3)

brain hasn't been letting me write recently, so here's something from a few weeks ago. it's the intro to the "soft praise kink jakesyb" smutfic i will eventually come back to (also uh...katc spoilers but these spoilers are a LOOOOOOOONG way off and still kinda falls in line with fc5 canon so spoilers but not really but still kinda). tw for decapitation

Sybille storms through the hallways of St. Francis. The Chosen wisely part for her as she carves a bloody streak of red across the floors. She’s drenched in red, her eyes wide and almost manic. Her pupils are tiny pinpricks surrounded by thick rings of green, and her chest heaves with every shallow breath she takes. Every muscle in her body is tense, poised to strike and lash out at anyone who gets in her way, and the sweet, metallic taste of iron fills her mouth.

Yet, she looks leagues better than the victim she’s carrying with her.

Every thunderous step of her combat boots leaves wet, red footprints across the linoleum, striding alongside the dripping trail originating from the stump of Eli Palmer's neck.

She carries the head by its hair -- his head by his hair. Her fingers weave through the dark, tangled, matted locks. The skin is pale, his chapped lips a frigid blue, and his jaw hangs slack now that there’s no tension to keep it shut. His warm brown eyes -- eyes that looked upon her with affection, with a look that said “Under any other circumstances, we could have had something great,” -- are nothing more than cold, glassy marbles, quickly clouding over.

She had done her job. Served her purpose. Made her sacrifice.

The worst part of it is that she had done it entirely sober. No Bliss clouded her judgment. No red tinting the edges of her vision or “Only You” echoing hauntingly somewhere in the distance. She was entirely aware of what she was doing as she committed every single gruesome action against Eli and the Whitetail militia.

He had fed her, clothed her, armed her, fucking saved her. He was the one who pulled her from the Grand View all those weeks ago. He was the one who trusted her when no one else did, when her mind was still in the early stages of ripping itself apart. He didn’t judge her for her instability like Joey, or challenge her decisions like Grace eventually did. They were equals. Former soldiers, thrust into positions of authority against their will and burdened by the responsibility others placed on them. He let her into his bunker. Trusted her when trust was hard to come by.

And in exchange, she killed him; smoked the militia out of their burrow as if they were nothing more than rabbits. She had hunted them down. Picked them off, one by one until it was just Eli left. He had begged her for mercy. Pleading, saying that this wasn’t her, that it was Jacob’s conditioning. She was better than this. Stronger.

She showed him just how strong she was by meting out the Judgment for his sins, as her new role in the Project demands. Then, she had cut through the cartilage of his neck and slipped her knife between his vertebrae to bring a trophy back to her Master.

Proof she had made her sacrifice; that she had done as ordered like the good little soldier she is. Jacob’s right hand. His pet. His Judge.

Kicking down the door to Jacob’s office, she barges in without announcing herself. He’s sitting at his desk with his reading glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose. A number of files lay spread out across his desk, and he’s meticulously cross-referencing them when she drops Eli’s head on top of them with an undignified splat.

“It’s done,” she says grimly.

tagging: @wrathfulrook, @harmonyowl, @ivymarquis, @jillvalentinesday, @cassietrn, @poetikat, @confidentandgood, @strafethesesinners, @trench-rot,@miyabilicious, @simplegenius042, @g0dspeeed (sorry about what syb did to cappie's man here), @inafieldofdaisies, @josephslittledeputy, @adelaidedrubman, @madparadoxum, @voidika, @strangefable, and anyone else with something to share today! (taglist opt in/out)

#and by 'soft praise kink smut fic' i mean #'syb does something awful and she feels guilty about it. but jacob rewards her for the atrocity and tells her it was good actually'#wip wednesday

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