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[shakenjester]

Rage, Rage

A drabble for @bonebo. Also tagging @boneyarts and @cyberratting because rasins.

One by one, the men and women fell around him. “Shit-” he cursed under his breath as Kendrick ate a bullet from an omnic. Gabriel was out of bullets for his shotguns. He scavenged Kendrick’s rifle from him but only got three rounds out before it jammed. Goddamnit.

Gabriel waited until the fire died down before darting to another bit of cover, a ruined wall. He stepped on a body. He regretted looking down. Ferra had been a good woman and a good soldier. He couldn’t think about it now. Unjam the rifle, scavenge more ammo off of his fallen teammate, fire as many rounds as he could before the rifle jammed again or he ran out of bullets. Rinse. Repeat.

He was only one man though. The omnics seemed endless. In the end, he was pinned in a dark alleyway, with two pistols, a broken leg and the grim determination of a man who has seen his own death. What was that poem that Jack liked to say? “Do not stand at my grave and weep?” No... it was a different one. Similar but different. “Do not go gentle into that good night.” That’s the one.

“Do not go gentle into that good night. Something something at close of day- rage, rage against the dying of the light.” He couldn’t remember most of it. Jack was the poem person and grief stabbed at Gabriel’s heart. Jack. He never got a chance to say goodbye. Well... this would be his goodbye. A poem, muttered under his breath.

“Wise men at their end know the dark is right, because words had forked no lightning they do not go gentle into that good night. Goodbye Jack. I’m sorry I never got a chance to tell you I love you.”

An omnic moved into the mouth of the alley. Four shots and the first pistol was out. He chucked it at the thing’s head, hoping for a lucky shot at its eyestalk or whatever the fuck it was called now. No luck. It just kept coming. And coming. There was a second one. Thirteen shots. And still it and its buddy were coming. Thirteen. What an unlucky number. A poem under his breath, one last goodbye and an unlucky number. He was going to die with all of that weighing his mind. He hoped that they at least recovered the rosary he kept in his pocket. Ana should probably get it. Jack would insist on the dogtags.

The omnic was inches away from him. He stared up at it and mustered up the courage to spit at its ‘eye.’ Gabriel blacked out when he was pistol whipped.

- - - - -

The table under him was warm. Gabriel groaned as he woke up, mind foggy. Snatches of a poem played in his mind as he tried to remember what the hell happened. He was in the middle of a firefight, he was the only member of his squad left alive, he had... what the hell happened?

An omnic moved into his line of sight and he followed it with his head. “Hey.” It didn’t react. “Oye! Fuck, I know you can hear me, answer me you hunk of metal!” Gabriel tried to move his arms and legs. No luck. Metal held his limbs in a soft grip, loose enough that he wouldn’t lose circulation. Hard enough that he couldn’t jerk himself free without considerable effort, even with the enhancements. He snarled, baring white teeth. “Hijo de puta, fucking answer me!”

The omnic didn’t rise to the bait, but simply laid out a series of instruments that Gabriel couldn’t make out. Fine. Fine. How the hell did the rest of that poem go? “Dark is right, forked lightning, do not go gentle into that good night. Uh.... Shit. Uh... The last wave by crying bright... something deeds danced in a bay, rage against the dying of the light.”

The omnic was finished prepping him for whatever it had in mind. Ha. Funny. It was hilarious because omnics didn’t have minds like humans. Gallows humor. He was going to die here. Gabriel looked at the thing as it rubbed something against his skin. Alcohol, if the smell was anything to go by. He shuddered as it left a trail of clean against his collarbone, chest and stomach. “Fuck, what the hell are you planning, bot?” Nothing. Once it was done, it simply stopped the motions it had been doing, set aside the alcohol-covered cotton ball, and picked up something that Gabriel was intimately familiar with.

The scalpel looked brand new and sharp. Even as fear seized his chest he had to admire its medical procedures. He wondered if this one had once been programmed for surgeries. That’s why it was taking such good care of him. He hadn’t even noticed that the hole in his leg had been taken care of until this very moment. Shit. That was never a good sign. The enemy only patched you up when they wanted to keep you.

Gabriel screamed as the cool metal bit into the flesh just above his left collarbone. It moved in a steady line down, down, down, down until it stopped right in between his pectoral muscles. Tears warped his vision and yet all he could think of was the next verse of that goddamned poem. “Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight-” The next part was lost to his screaming once more as the same action was repeated. A ‘V’ across his chest. He knew what was coming next.

“Too late, they learned to grieve it on its way-” He wanted to thrash but a cool metal hand prevented it as the ‘V’ became a ‘Y’ on his body, finishing just above his navel. He couldn’t scream any more. It just came out as a whimper. “Do... not... go gentle... into that good night.”

He shuddered as he felt his skin forced to shift in ways it was not meant to. At least it was kind enough to keep the part that would normally sit on his face away from his mouth and nose. But then he felt his muscle on his chin. He would have thrown up had he anything left in his stomach. This was disgusting. Why? Why was this happening?

“Oye. Oye! Orale!” Nothing. Fine. English then. Maybe try German next. He knew a few words from Angela and Reinhardt. “Hey, you! Come on, listen to me damnit! Why the fuck are you doing this!” Cool fingers probed where there should have been nothing but his own body touching himself. It was strange and foreign and he wanted it to stop. “God... Goddamnit, stop! Please, what do you want! Mein Gott!”

Nothing still. Nothing even as it took his heart in its hands- and wasn’t that a scary as hell thing? His greatest enemy with his heart literally in its hands. He kept himself still while it felt the heartbeat for one long moment of eternity. Tears fell freely at this point. There was no shame. He was terrified. He shuddered with relief when the metallic digits moved away from his heart to feel his lungs. The hands couldn’t quite wrap around them the way they could his heart but they certainly tried. Gabriel forced himself to keep his breathing even as they too were held before thing moved on to another organ. And another. And another. And another. Why? Why was it doing this? He couldn’t know. All he knew was that spots were forming on the edges of his vision.

“Hey...” That single word took far too much effort for his liking. “Hey... you’re gonna have to close me up soon... or else, you’re gonna have a corpse and not a live test subject.” Finally- finally! Gabriel finally got some response from the omnic. It paused where it had its hands wrapped around a section of his small intestines. Looked to his face and cocked it, as if considering something. Then it nodded- a little nothing of a movement- before the blood soaked metal moved out of him. His whole body shuddered at the release. He didn’t have anything in his bladder but he would have probably pissed himself from the relief. Fuck. He was really goddamned scared, wasn’t he?

It moved off, out of the line of sight. Gabriel heard the sound of running water, an object getting picked up. The heavy footsteps coming back to him. The poem fluttered around in his skull, but all he could remember right now was something about graves.

The muscles and flesh slapped against itself wetly as his skin was forced to go back where it had been. He jumped and thrashed, but that was weak at best. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!! Was he going to get stitched up? But then a needle punctured his arm and from it a golden warmth seeped into his very marrow. He could feel muscles and skin and bones heal and holy shit when the fuck did omnics get the biotic technology? This shouldn’t be possible for them!

Gabriel of all people should know that with the God AIs, anything was fucking possible.

At least he didn’t feel like he was going to pass out from bloodloss. A thank you was on his lips but he choked it down when he remembered just who and what did it to him in the first place. He wanted to spit at it like had done the other omnic but he couldn’t find enough saliva to coat the inside of his mouth, much less enough to waste making a hateful gesture like that.

It tilted its head at him again, and dread settled into the pit of his stomach. What now? What could it possibly want? It leaned over him and gripped his jaw. Pain blossomed anew as it squeezed down, threatening to break his jaw. But when he opened his mouth it stopped, shoving something into the gaping hole.

Gabriel really tried to get out the obstruction. He really did. But to try was an exercise in futility. The tube was shoved and shoved and shoved and he didn’t even know where it was going but it hurt sliding down into wherever the fuck it was going. Fuck. Fuck! He couldn’t get it out no matter how he thrashed and shoved his tongue against it. And just like that... it was being pulled up again.

The retching was music to his ears. Better than begging and pleading and cursing.

“Graves- no- grave men- Grave... grave men... Shit...” The omnic’s fingers delved between his legs, down past his balls. No. No no no no no nononononono-

Gabriel passed out when the first of those unlubed digits entered him.

- - - - -

“-el... ga.... riel.... Gabriel!” Gabriel Reyes opened his eyes, thrashing while hands- warm, fuck they were human he’d never been so happy to be around people- grabbed him and forced him to stay down.

“Gabriel! What the hell happened out there?” Gabriel’s eyes finally found the speaker. Jack. Golden Boy. Fuck, he had never been happier to see that perfect, stupid, corn face.

“See with blind sight...”

“What?” Jack looked so confused.

“Blind eyes blaze like meteors and are gay.”

The other two people in the chopper were fucking confused. Jack simply grinned. “You’re reciting it wrong.”

“Then finish it for me, Golden Boy.”

“Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight/ Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay/ Rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Gabriel closed his eyes, content to listen to Jack. He definitely wasn’t falling asleep. Not at all. “And you, my father, there on the sad height/ Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears I pray/ Do not go gentle into that good night/ Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”

The debrief could come later.