Place of Employment- Hell

The bitter conclusion.

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Jeremy Blaire wanted to see the vermin crushed under the monster’s bare foot.

“WALKER!” He bellowed, his finger sliding down the command sheet onto the underlined personal trigger phrases.

“Jack’s got a frag! Right lung collapsed, he’s gonna BLEED OUT! GO!”

It was scary how the arrangement of words like he’d spoken them, and no other way, seemed to switch the ex-Marine from furious to downright animalistic. With a roar, he grabbed Dmitri by the neck and shoved him face down against the cement.

The soldier wasn’t wearing any protective gear, nor his uniform - the explosion must have burned it away…the lack of seared flesh didn’t bother Walker as he frantically pulled at the skin of Dmitri’s back -

- and pulled it right off the young man whose howls and screams of agony filled the prison block.

The larger inmate was deaf and blind for the struggle, and saw the red spread beneath his fingers as he dug for the splinters, mumbling to himseld: “Gotta be in here…gotta be in here…must get it out…must get the red out!”

With a gut-wrenching crack, Chris Walker slammed his half-open fists through the ribcage below, bones shattering like pieces of chalk beneath the assault, and grabbed two purple-crimson lungs, tearing them out of the wound so that they looked like fleshy wings.

“Your an angel now.” The soldier mattered and stumbled off, disoriented. There was yelling from above, shouting all around him, and fine needles trying to force their way into his nervous system. Everything went black.

Jeremy applauded as the doctors and orderlies rushed in to pry the huge test subject away from the former intern.

Even in his absence he could feel it. It was agony, red and pulling and tearing. He felt as though he screamed but he couldn’t remember. He wasn’t there.

“Angel.” That word had been whispered and he’d heard it through the void. For some reason he clung to it. Angel. He was an angel. Floating now, high from wherever he was. A man was over him.

“It’ll take a miracle for him to make it.”

Poor man, didn’t he know that’s what angels were for? Miracles?

He awoke in the water. No not water. Something… Three of them. All three of them stood outside. Watching. Others too, but they didn’t matter. Not to him.

Those three were the sinners of all sinners. And it made him burn to see them, burn like hell fire. He wanted them to burn instead. He needed to… just needed to get out. Fly free.

This wasn’t right, it wasn’t him… this angel. His name… what was his name again?

“Oh Meyer~” A snide voice called from where it was dry. Too knuckles tapped on the glass. “You awake in there, you little shit?”

“Stabby stab stab!!”