tinmanwyattcain:
Cain isn’t a stupid man. He’s many things, though, He’s a damn good police officer, and he fancies himself a decent man. He’s a good husband, and well on his way at being a good father. But he’s not stupid.
He works for the Mystic Man, but anyone close enough to the guy can see that the walls are thinning, breaking down and letting in the cold and the dark.
He knows that the time is coming that he’s going to have to make some very difficult choices, to stay and fight, or join and be protected.
But now is not that time. Zero has the upper hand, or at least, Cain wants him to have the upper hand. He’s not ready to make that decision.
“Could you? You have that kinda pull these days, Zero? And to think, all those failures at the Academy, and you’re still a big shot. I shoulda worked a little less hard them days.”
Zero’s tensing to hit him almost before he’s finished speaking, fist clenched tight and heart pounding.Â
Gods but he hates this man. This useless, arrogant, infuriating nothing who somehow has everything Zero wants. Everything he wanted, the quiet part of his mind reminds him, and he forces himself to relax.
Wouldn’t do to mess up the Sorceress’s plans, after all. Not if he wants to live.
Not yet. He’ll fall, and I’ll be there to rub his face in the dirt. But not yet.
He smiles, and he hopes his hatred shows in his eyes.Â
“Someday, Wyatt Cain, I will look at you down the barrel of my gun, and you’ll bleed out at my feet. Men like you,” he spits, “aren’t going to have a place in this new world. And oh, how I’ll enjoy watching your little world cave in first.Â
“How is Adora, Cain? Doing well?”















